Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

"I was afraid you would act impulsively. If you really wanted to kill him, you wouldn't have hesitated then."

"Yes, I hesitated."

Murong Qiudi sighed, "It's time to let go now."

She had truly let go; the resentment in her heart seeped into the ground with each step she took.

Lin Zhu could sense that Murong Qiudi was undergoing a spiritual transformation.

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked at Lin Zhu.

Lin Zhu and she made eye contact.

Unlike the turbulent undercurrents hidden beneath the calm surface of her previous gaze, her eyes now held a peaceful wisdom, as if time had reversed, returning to the gaze of her youth.

But there are differences.

After all, she had given birth, and her eyes still held a touch of maternal tenderness.

Lin Zhu observed the change in her eyes without flinching, "You seem to have really changed, but how could it be so fast?"

"Perhaps it's because of the chat group." Murong Qiudi looked up at the sky, and snowflakes fell, landing on her face.

Four years ago, after giving birth to Xie Xiaodi, she learned that Xie Xiaofeng had abandoned her, and she was truly plunged into darkness.

But soon, the emergence of chat groups prevented her from completely falling into darkness.

When Lin Zhu, a fresh addition to the chat group, joined, she brought the group to life and found some enjoyment in spying on the chat.

Life isn't that bad.

Although my mood always dips again after each pleasant moment, it's still better than before.

Chapter 390 No wonder, no wonder!

Perhaps, the emergence of chat groups was a form of salvation for her, a salvation of the soul.

The system couldn't hear Murong Qiudi's inner thoughts, otherwise it would definitely have come out to claim credit.

Lin Zhu was convinced by this reason.

Indeed, if even a 95-year-old young woman like Wu Xingyun can let go of her inner turmoil, is it strange that a woman in her early twenties like Murong Qiudi can let go of her inner turmoil?

"My parents fell seriously ill four years ago because of me, and they haven't recovered yet. I would like to request two blood bodhi beads, is that alright?"

Lin Zhu now has an abundance of Blood Bodhi seeds.

Actually, he has something even better than the Blood Bodhi, which is the current Qilin Blood, Qilin Blood that no longer has the Fire Fiend Poison.

For Huo Ling'er, guarding the dragon vein was a responsibility, but also a torment.

Perhaps it should also thank Xiao Aoshi and Xiao Jingtian.

After putting away the two blood bodhi seeds, Murong Qiudi thanked Lin Zhu and then said, "Let's go back."

"I'm taking you back."

Lin Zhu emphasized that his home was not in Qixingtang.

"Okay, take me back."

Murong Qiudi did not refute.

Lin Zhu rose into the air on his sword.

This time, Murong Qiudi naturally put her arm around Lin Zhu's waist and leaned her head against his back.

Lin Zhu didn't notice anything amiss through the layer of clothing and quickly returned to Qixingtang.

They returned quickly.

Murong Qiudi hadn't expected to resolve the matter so quickly; half a day felt like an eternity.

The Qixingtang group also sensed the change in their patriarch, and they were equally puzzled as to why everything had changed in such a short time, but they did not ask, nor did they dare to ask.

"I'm going to the backyard, you go to my room."

Murong Qiudi said this to Lin Zhu without hiding it from the servants.

Yan Lingji and Huo Ling'er were in her room.

Before Lin Zhu could even set off, Huo Ling'er sensed his return, broke off her dual cultivation with Yan Lingji, and ran out with her.

"Is the matter resolved? Is he dead?" Yan Lingji asked curiously.

“I didn’t kill him.” Murong Qiudi shook her head. “You guys talk, don’t leave yet, I’ll be gone for a while.”

Last night, in the guest room where the two slept, Yan Lingji asked Lin Zhu about what had happened that morning.

Lin Zhu told her everything, big and small.

In the backyard, Murong Qiudi arrived with two Blood Bodhi seeds.

Her parents are still bedridden, but they are not dead yet.

She was the only daughter of the Murong family in Qixingtang. She was the late-life daughter of the old Murong family head, who doted on her rotten during her childhood. Otherwise, he wouldn't have angered those two to the point of near death back then.

Murong Qiudi knew that the two elders' mental anguish outweighed their physical ailments.

She realized that she had been extremely unfilial to them all these years because of Xie Xiaofeng.

He knelt down with a thud.

"Father and Mother, your daughter has been wrong all these years."

This was the first time Old Master Murong had heard his daughter admit she was wrong, and he was so excited he almost sat up.

He stammered, "You, you, what did you say?"

"Your daughter was truly wrong. She was wrong from the very beginning, and she kept making the same mistake. Please forgive me, Father and Mother." Murong Qiudi kowtowed three times.

Old Master Murong wept uncontrollably, crying, "Foolish child, foolish child!"

The breath he had been holding in finally subsided, but what followed was the dissipation of his physical vitality.

Also with him was Madam Murong.

Murong Qiudi sensed it, "Father, Mother, open your mouth quickly."

She said that, but her hands moved even faster, prying open the two elders' mouths and feeding them the blood bodhi seed.

The blood bodhi seed enters the stomach, and its medicinal properties quickly begin to take effect on the body.

Inside the house, a red light filled the room, and the two elderly people were given a new lease on life.

After Murong Qiudi admitted her mistake, most of their grudges were resolved, and their vitality was restored by the Blood Bodhi, and their bodies were miraculously healed.

"Qiu Di, what kind of medicine did you give us?"

“It’s a Blood Bodhi,” Murong Qiudi said. “It belongs to a friend of my daughter’s.”

"Then we owe them a huge favor. Is that young friend a guest at your home?"

"Yes!" Murong Qiudi nodded. "It's at the manor. Father and Mother, I want to discuss something with you."

Old Master Murong did not agree immediately.

Murong Qiudi knelt down and looked up at her father, saying, "I want Xiaodi to take the surname Murong."

Old Master Murong was surprised by this unexpected turn of events and agreed without hesitation. "You should have done this a long time ago. It seems you have truly let go, and I can finally rest easy."

They were quite satisfied with their grandson, Xie Xiaodi.

Although she is only four years old, she is well-behaved and sensible, and most importantly, she is good-looking.

Murong Qiudi kept him in the backyard and never let him go out. He would visit his maternal grandparents at their bedside from time to time.

Xie Xiaodi is currently being cared for by her wet nurse.

“He will never appear in the martial arts world again,” Murong Qiudi continued.

"You killed him?" Old Master Murong stood up.

"No, but he will suffer more than death in the future." Murong Qiudi has built the Heavenly Venerable over the years and has a thorough understanding of human nature.

After her love for Xie Xiaofeng diminished and eventually disappeared, she gradually saw through his true nature.

"Don't worry, Divine Sword Manor won't cause trouble for our Seven Star Pond," Murong Qiudi reassured her father, seeing his worries.

Old Master Murong said, "Am I afraid of their Divine Sword Manor?"

Murong Qiudi did not answer.

Old Master Murong found it boring and said, "Forget it, take us to see our savior instead."

Murong Qiudi stepped out of the room and ordered someone to prepare hot water so that the two elders could bathe and change their clothes. Then she led them to the front to meet Lin Zhu and Yan Lingji in the guest room.

The guest room door was open. When they arrived, Lin Zhu saw them and led Yan Lingji out of the room.

Upon seeing the two, Old Madam Murong couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly stunning beauties!"

His gaze was mainly fixed on Lin Zhu, then he turned to look at his daughter.

She had to admit that her daughter was a great beauty, but not quite as beautiful as Yan Lingji, let alone Lin Zhu.

Lin Zhu knew these were Murong Qiudi's parents, and greeted them politely, "Greetings, Old Master Murong, Old Madam Murong."

"No need for formalities, we two old folks are the ones who should thank you for saving our lives!"

When Old Master Murong saw that Lin Zhu was dressed as a man, he was momentarily at a loss for how to address him.

But I will still bow and express my gratitude.

"This old man, Murong Zheng, thanks you, young friend, for the medicine that saved my life!"

This is a formal expression of gratitude.

Madam Murong also had to bow.

Lin Zhu didn't let them kneel down. As soon as he unleashed his true energy, they felt resistance and were astonished, thinking, 'Such profound skill!'

"You two are too kind to me. I just happen to have this medicine."

Lin Zhu's words were light and airy.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while.