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Since he couldn't use Taotie, Xiu's condition wasn't suitable for battle. After all, his soul and body had just fused together, so he couldn't completely integrate with his body. Although he could deal with a few martial artists, but against Martial Spirits …

Mu Xiaoling wasn't willing to let Ah Xiu take the risk.

Then... He could only use her face.

Mu Xiaoling raised her hand and slowly rubbed the scar on her left cheek.

Huang Guang was a lustful person, but she was beautiful …

Since he had already made up his mind, Mu Xiaoling took out the Three Transformations Golden Essence Pill as soon as she returned to her room.

This pill was only the size of a fingernail. It was snow-white and carried the scent of a flower, which was exceptionally pleasing to the nose.

She told the maid to get half a bowl of clear water and put the pill into the water.

There was a splash in the water, as if the water was boiling. The pill melted completely and gradually calmed down. The inside of the bowl was no longer water, but a kind of snow-white paste.

Mu Xiaoling looked at the copper mirror and smeared the paste on the scar on his left cheek. The crooked scar on his face instantly changed. It was white and not ugly anymore.

Three days in a row, the paste on her face never broke. Three days later, she sat in front of the bronze mirror again and tore off the scar, revealing her tender white baby-like skin. It was just too tender, slightly inferior to the skin next to her, but it wasn't serious.

When Mu Xiaoling appeared in front of the crowd, everyone was stunned.

The girl in front of him swayed slightly, curving her body slightly. Her hair was combed into a tall ponytail, revealing her delicate and beautiful face. Her palm-sized face seemed to have the features of a sculpture, causing everyone to stare blankly.

The members of the Meng Clan were drooling. One of them said with a dumbstruck expression, "Oh my god, have I seen a celestial maiden?"

"Don't insult that lady. A fairy can't even compare to a strand of hair on her head …"

"Anyway, I've never seen a fairy before, but I feel that this girl is too handsome. I wonder whose girl she is?"

After everyone recovered from their shock, they began to discuss amongst themselves.

Meng Yifan happened to pass by and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you guys? Did you see a ghost?" As he said that, his foot slipped and he fell flat on the ground. He stared at the young lady before him with wide eyes as he timidly asked, "Miss, who are you? Have you gotten married before? Let's see how I am …"

"Meng Yifan, it's been three days, and yet you don't even know who I am?" Mu Xiaoling faintly smiled with her red lips slightly raised, causing everyone to tremble in fear.

When Meng Yifan heard this voice, his eyes widened in shock. "Mu … "Lady Mu?!"

"It's me." Mu Xiaoling nodded.

"You … "You …" Meng Yifan was about to stutter. He felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his mouth. "How did you become so beautiful?"

Mu Xiaoling didn't respond to his question and instead asked, "Have the people from the Shen family left yet?"

Speaking of business, Meng Yifan's expression immediately changed. He got up from the ground and got rid of the dust on his body, "We are already preparing to leave. Our people are all hiding in the slope outside the city. I am looking for you to talk about this."

Mu Xiaoling nodded. "Let's go."

There was a tea shop ten miles away from the city. There were only four pieces of wood supporting the roof of the tea house. Six shabby square wooden tables were placed in the tea house, and around each wooden table was a bench.

The owner of the tea house was a middle-aged man. He was dark and thin, and only sold cold tea and simple food. Although it was simple, his business was excellent because of his geographical location.

Warriors, caravans, officials, etc., who traveled alone, regardless of where they came from, as long as they wanted to leave the city or go to the city, they would have to pass by here. It would be best if they came in to rest and eat something, so it would be strange if this business was good.

It was still the same today. Even though it was not noon yet, the six tables were already full. There were still many tables that did not have seats. Some of them took their tea and went outside to find a place to sit down and drink.

There was only one exception among the six tables. There sat a young girl wearing a white gauze dress and a hat with a white veil falling on her head. The veil fell all the way down to her chest, covering her face.

This person was Mu Xiaoling.

She and Meng Yifan had taken a shortcut to the 10-mile slope, where they sat and waited for news.

"You guys don't know, I just came in from outside. I heard that a few days ago, those Demon Dwellers really welcomed a Demon Lord, they even claimed that he was the Demon Lord Wuyuan who unified the world 500 years ago. Now, he is gathering all the Demon Dwellers and Demon disciples from all over the world, saying that he's holding a calamity event."

When Mu Xiaoling heard Demon Marshall Wu Yuan's name, she stopped drinking her tea and slowly put down the teacup.

Xiao Yu … Did he really go back?

Someone disagreed with the red-faced man's words. A tall man who was thin like a bamboo pole jumped out and mocked, "What you're saying is hilarious. Although cultivating martial arts can increase one's lifespan by 20 to 30 years, 500 years ago? Why didn't you say that your wife came a thousand years ago? "

An old man let out a cold snort. "That's because you are ignorant and ill-informed. I've heard that once you reach the War God level, your life will be longer than the heavens and the earth."

The bamboo shoot man retorted, "That's just the contents of the book. You still believe it? You must be getting old." Let me ask you all, after reaching the Martial Spirit level, how many realms are left for you to reach? "

This was a martial arts world where even the higher-up martial arts skills were incomplete, not to mention those records. Even if there was a capable person, they would either hide behind the scenes or disappear. No one knew what was going on.

The red-faced man laughed, "Don't think so much. Since we are all drunk today, it doesn't matter if he lives or dies tomorrow. Since fate has brought us together, we shall drink a cup of tea in place of wine!"

"Forthright, cheers!"

Everyone lifted their bowls and drank their cups of tea before shifting the topic to another topic.

In short, there was nothing useful to him. Mu Xiaoling calmed his mind and waited quietly.

An hour later, a small group of people passed the tea house, led by Huang Guang.

Other than Huang Guang, more than ten people followed behind him. There were two Martial Masters, and the rest were all Martial Disciples.

These people were dispirited. As soon as they saw the tea house, two martial artists immediately came in and began to kick them out: "Scram, Shen family has matters to attend to. Everyone else must scram. If you're late, I'll kill you!"

As the saying goes, a strong dragon won't crush a snake on the ground. Even though everyone was dissatisfied with the result, they still carried their things out of the tea house and found a quiet place.