From waterfowl, it began to transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow.

Xiang Wanqing looked up at the moon and removed the silver ornament from her earlobe.

Tonight's moonlight is radiant and pure. The full moon is accompanied by the sound of a waterfall. A sliver of moonlight, like a moth dusting itself with powder.

The moonlight shone on the girl's face, like a light veil veiled by the moon.

His face, half-lit and half-shadowed, showed a hint of worry. He took off the blue robe from his shoulders and put on a thin gauze like a mosquito net.

The moonlight was like a waterfall.

The soft moonlight reflected off his shoulders. His long hair fell down as he held a petal in his palm.

She lightly touched the petal with the tip of her tongue and rolled it into her mouth.

She pressed the withered flower under her tongue.

"The moon locks in the seasons. Overflowing, the water fills the tower. Tonight, with nothing to do, I lean on the railing for a long time. The wind is still, my thoughts are leisurely, and I sit and watch the evening clouds disperse."

"Ugh, this is so boring."

The girl lightly pursed her lips with rouge. She rubbed her cheeks and stared blankly at the surrounding scenery.

She has lived deep in the Wushan Mountains since she was a child.

Although she is the daughter of the sect leader, she does not live like a hermit or a wild man.

But there is still some longing.

Life would be rather dull if people didn't see the outside world.

The sandalwood box slowly opened.

Inside the incense box was a calming pill. The fragrance wafted gently, a pleasant aroma that wasn't overpowering, but rather a refined scent that filled the boudoir.

The sensation of it entering the nose and mouth was surprisingly refreshing.

"That little sparrow is incredibly skilled. Her alchemy and fire control techniques are so masterful. I'm so envious! How did she do that?"

Xiang Wanqing lifted her leg and walked towards her boudoir.

In the Wushan Mountains, poisonous insects roam freely. Among them, a type of striped blood-sucking mosquito is particularly ferocious and is often referred to as a "biting mosquito" in Wushan.

These mosquitoes, carrying miasma, are not fatal to cultivators.

But it's still incredibly annoying.

Therefore, everyone in the entire Xiaoshan Sect had a mosquito net. On the bed, the mosquito net gently covered the space. A small water bird was sleeping peacefully.

His breathing was a beat slower than normal, and he was humming in his sleep.

"Old Fish, Old Fish, are we truly going to perish here?"

"Why? We've both given it our all!" the little waterbird mumbled in its sleep, tears welling in its eyes. Xiang Wanqing raised her hand and wiped away the tears from Gu Heting's eyes.

Was this little waterbird having a nightmare?

The nightmare is so deep.

This shattered her understanding of mythical beasts.

Not long after, Gu Heting opened his eyes. This bed allowed him to sleep peacefully; the cotton was soft and comfortable, much more so than the little bird's nest he had built.

He turned over and smelled the fragrance of lavender.

I sniffed his breath a few times.

It wasn't just lavender; the pillow was stuffed with many herbs. The fragrance made you want to drift off to sleep the moment you closed your eyes.

"You're awake?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, Gu Heting found himself face to face with Xiang Wanqing.

Xiang Wanqing wore light makeup today. The room in front of her was still steamy. She pursed her thin lips, arched her willow-leaf eyebrows, and smiled slightly at Gu Heting.

Looking at Xiang Wanqing at this moment, Gu Heting turned his head away.

He remained silent, simply avoiding her gaze.

"What? You don't want to talk to me?" Xiang Wanqing raised her lips. She lightly licked her lips, revealing a pair of canine teeth.

Putting aside her lively appearance, she certainly looks pitiful.

Gu Heting, however, was annoyed: "You lied to me. You said you had a miasma-avoiding pill. But what did you give me? Only half a fragment of a scroll."

The little girl pouted.

It wasn't that she was embarrassed; she hadn't even considered that her father wouldn't know how to make miasma-avoiding pills.

"I heard my father talk about it once, but I never looked into it. I've never had much interest in cultivating immortality since I was a child."

"Whatever my father says goes; I just treat it like a storybook."

Gu Heting: "................"

He lowered his head and buried his face in the little girl's bed.

"You're really amazing! You can do everything. Gu Heting, where did you learn all these skills?"

The secret of the phoenix carrying the book cannot be easily revealed to others.

He closed his eyes to rest, not even glancing at Wanting.

Gu Heting merely swayed slightly and said, "It's just good fortune and the help of a master. Seeing my extraordinary physique, I'd like to offer some guidance."

Seeing his attitude, Xiang Wanting didn't want to make a fool of herself. She took off her clothes and handed the pill in her hand to Gu Heting: "I'm returning the pill you refined."

The Mind-Concentrating Pill carried a subtle fragrance.

But Gu Heting witnessed a scene he would never forget. On the floor lay Xiang Wanting's silver jewelry. Her clothes were scattered on the floor, while Xiang Wanting tiptoed towards the bathtub.

"Could you put your clothes on?"

"Oh, what did you say? I've been doing this for many years. Besides, this is my private room."

Gu Heting stood to the side, his face contorted in pain.

Although he was a beast, his thoughts were highly assimilated with those of humans. This scene made him furious for a long time.

"I don't need this Mind-Concentrating Pill, you can have it."

"Hmm..." the girl nodded.

"I'm currently missing three ingredients for the miasma-avoiding pill. Do you know where the laurel and parasol tree fruit is?"

"Hmm," Xiang Wanqing said, submerging half his body in the water, with only his head above water. He dried his hair and poked half his body out of the water. "I've heard of that thing, but there's no such thing as the laurel and parasol tree fruit here."

There are no laurel or parasol tree fruits.

Where should they look? Fu Qingshu needed a map to activate the treasure hunt function. Gu Heting had no idea how big this world was.

Not to mention searching for laurel and parasol tree fruits in the vast mountains and seas.

"The laurel and parasol tree flowers bloom only once every 300 years. Wushan is resource-poor. All you can see are poisonous weeds. This is a miasma-ridden land, and there's a reason why no one comes here."

"Where is it?" Gu Heting was anxious. For him, every minute he was late meant a greater danger for the Swallowing River Fish. No matter the outcome, he had to find the Swallowing River Fish.

He must go to Dongting, this blessed land.

The little girl didn't reply, but simply submerged her head back into the water, the tub bubbling and gurgling. Gu Heting waited anxiously, but said nothing.

After a long while, Xiang Wanqing finally crawled out of the bathtub.

She gently stroked the hair by her ear, sliding the wet hair down her back: "The Baicaotang in Tangjiabao has this kind of laurel and parasol tree fruit."

"However, going to Tangjiabao is a bit of a problem. The righteous and demonic paths have always been at odds, and it seems that Tangjiabao has caused some trouble. The city is now under lockdown."

Customers' understanding of the novel is still limited to Qin Wuxie.

Upon hearing what Xiang Wanqing said, his first thought was Qin Wuxie.

Gu Heting felt a chill run down his spine for a long time. He couldn't forget Qin Wuxie: "The invasion of the demonic path?"

"You actually know about the righteous path and the demonic path."

Xiang Wanqing climbed onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around Gu Heting's neck and pulled her into a tight embrace. The girl had just finished bathing; the sandalwood scent in her hair still lingered.

The pleasant fragrance of sandalwood wafts through the air.

Gu Heting felt a little awkward and quickly kicked his little feet, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Can't you let me hug you for a bit?"

Xiang Wanqing pulled Gu Heting into his arms. He rubbed Gu Heting's head with his middle finger, occasionally stroking his downy feathers.

"You're so soft."

The girl looked at Gu Heting with her beautiful eyes and pinched his lower abdomen.