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Jun Qiyan coldly glared at the girl who was blocking her way. This outfit made her look like a lady from a wealthy family.

"Hey!" Little beggar! I'm talking to you! "

The girl was getting impatient. She raised her chin with eyes full of contempt.

Not only was she dressed up, her arrogant and domineering attitude made her seem like the young miss of a rich family. Jun Qiyan sneered as she moved past her obstructing hand.

"Stop right there!"

Seeing that the beggar had ignored her, the young miss became even angrier. She stomped her feet and chased after him. She grabbed Jun Qiyan's clothes with one hand, and rubbed the leaves next to her in disgust.

Jun Qiyan's body stopped in her tracks as she was grabbed by the arm. She turned around, her cold gaze fixed on Eldest Miss's face for a few seconds.

"If you have something to say, hurry up and say it."

"So it isn't a mute!" Originally, I wanted you to lead the way. "I am here to acknowledge you as my master. Tell me, where does Saint Silkworm Yuan Zun live?"

The young miss felt her heart tremble under her gaze, but she didn't want to lose in terms of momentum. She cleared her throat and pretended to speak with dignity.

He had come to look for the Saint Silkworm. Jun Qiyan raised an eyebrow.

"Why should I tell you?"

The eldest young miss had always been pampered since she was young. She had never been rejected by others.

Hearing this, she had a look of disbelief. She pointed at herself and opened her mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

"On what basis? Heh! Do you know who I am?! " The young miss thought for a moment and then took out a heavy purse from her storage ring. She then took out a piece of gold and held it in front of Jun Qiyan.

"How about this, lead the way, this money is all yours. This money is enough to buy you a new set of clothes.

The young miss's eyes were filled with disdain. Jun Qiyan followed her gaze and saw that her clothes had already been torn by the magical beast, and coupled with the wet clothes from the rain and the dust from the battle, her originally white clothes had become tattered. It was no wonder that the young miss called her a beggar.

However, as a woman of the 24th century, Jun Qiyan had already disappeared without a trace, but her hatred for her had only increased. How could she be so arrogant?

Pui! Being rich was amazing! In her heart, Jun Qiyan ruthlessly looked down on the Eldest Miss, and coldly rejected her.

"I refuse."

"He's just a beggar, his entire body is poor and sour, yet his attitude is so arrogant."

The eldest young miss coldly snorted and whispered. Her voice was very soft, but not a single word was lost in Jun Qiyan's ears.

The eldest miss threw the purse at Jun Qiyan and raised her eyebrows. "As long as you lead the way, these will all be yours."

When Jun Qiyan heard this, he sneered. She was clearly the one who was arrogant and despotic, but now, she was biting back and saying that her attitude was vile. It was truly laughable.

She bent down to pick up the muddy purse, and Eldest Miss's eyes lit up.

"So rich can make ghosts push …" "You!"

Before the young miss could finish her sentence, Jun Qiyan had already tossed the mud-stained purse onto the young miss's body. The mud spots on her pink silk clothes were particularly conspicuous.

She choked back the rest of her words. She glared at him, unable to say anything for a long time.

"He stinks of copper. "Since money can drive ghosts, then young miss, you should keep the money to ask for directions from ghosts!"

"What do you mean by that!"

The young miss had an ominous premonition in her heart. Her tone carried a trace of a questioning tone as she angrily glared at her.

"Literally."

Jun Qiyan mysteriously raised an eyebrow. She activated her movement technique and leapt into the air. In an instant, she disappeared without a trace, leaving the young miss all alone in the wilderness.

Inside the thatched cottage.

Di Mo Jiu was sitting on a cushion at the side with his back straightened and eyes closed. The aura around him was still as strong as ever, and it was even a bit solemn.

The Saint Silkworm held his teacup and took a sip at a moderate pace, as if he had been waiting for Jun Qiyan's arrival for a long time.

This was what Jun Qiyan saw when he returned. Puzzled, she walked over and sat down on a cushion in front of the Saint Silkworm. Her eyes were fixed on Di Mo Jiu's body, not retracting for a long time.

"Muji, you came at the right time." Saint Silkworm took another sip of tea before raising his eyes, "You should be able to tell that Di Mo Jiu's aura is unstable. I believe you are also very suspicious."

Jun Qiyan nodded. "Saint Silkworm, he's …"

"This is my own magic formation." Saint Silkworm Yuanzun took her words and continued, "This array has the effect of stabilizing one's mind. Using poison to counter poison, it creates illusions and when one breaks through the illusions, their control over their spiritual energy will rise to a whole new level. "But something went wrong while we were on our way here. Di Mo Jiu, he …"

"He's been like this ever since you left."

That was three days and three nights! When Jun Qiyan saw the unhurried look on the Saint Silkworm's face, her eyebrows knitted together. She had started to worry.

"Then, has he not eaten for three days and three nights?"

"Yes."

"Since you can send him in, then you can definitely send me in as well. I'll have to trouble you to send me into the formation. " She thought for a moment and then bowed.

"Mo Jiu, for this illusion to trap him, it must be a huge problem for you. Moreover, this is Di Mo Jiu's illusion, it's what he wants so much in his heart …" If you die in it, your body dies too. Even so, do you still want to go? "

"Mu Jiu has made up his mind." Jun Qiyan took a deep breath and looked up, determination in her eyes.

He then waved his hand and chanted a spell incantation. In a flash, light shot out from the ground; it was the shape of a spell formation. There was one under Di Mo Jiu's prayer mat, and one under his feet.

Jun Qiyan felt a bit sleepy after being bathed in the sunlight.

But Di Mo Jiu was in a meditative state, his drowsiness was not right, right?

"Saint Silkworm, Senior Yuan, why did I …" Before she could finish her words, she collapsed onto the prayer mat and lost consciousness.

The Saint Silkworm Master looked at the sleeping Jun Qianyan and sighed once more. He then picked up the tea that was placed at the side.

"Yin Muju, this will depend on your good fortune."

Jun Qiyan only felt his vision darken as he felt powerless. It was only after a long while did he feel better.

When both her eyes and body recovered, she saw the scene not far away. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Not far away, the green river waters were warm, and a man and a woman were embracing each other on the bank of the weeping willow. The two of them were chatting and laughing, and from time to time, a layer of blush would surface on the woman's face.

Jun Qiyan recognized Di Mo Jiu, but he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the woman in his embrace.

That woman had the appearance of Jun Qiyan!