After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

"I spent three hours meticulously drawing this, and it has reached the third grade. There will be absolutely no mistakes."

Xu Ze took the talisman, scanned it with his divine sense, confirmed it was correct, and nodded.

"Yes, thank you for your trouble."

"Don't dare."

Song Xuanming said with a smile, "It is an honor for the Song family to serve Sect Leader Xu."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the main hall of the Song family was eerie.

The Song family members were respectful, their faces plastered with smiles, but deep in their eyes lay an undisguised fear.

Xu Ze remained calm, as if he had only come to collect an ordinary item.

Song Tianqing personally brewed tea and served it to Xu Ze, saying, "Sect Leader Xu, please have some tea."

Xu Ze glanced at it, but didn't take it. He simply said, "No need to be polite. Now that I have the talisman, I won't keep it any longer."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Decisive and efficient, without any hesitation or fuss.

These guys are so honest, and Xu Ze isn't a bloodthirsty person, so there's no need for him to wipe out their entire families so easily.

The Song family watched his departing figure.

After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Song Tianqing slumped back into his chair, his face full of bitterness: "Ancestor, are we... really going to continue like this?"

Song Xuanming remained silent for a long time before sighing, "Otherwise what? Become his enemy?"

What are your chances of winning?

Song Tianqing remained silent.

“This person is unfathomable.” A hint of apprehension flashed in Song Xuanming’s eyes. “Back in the Northern Continent, he was still a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet he was able to kill a Deity Transformation cultivator.”

"He is now in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and his sword intent has reached its peak. His true combat strength is probably no weaker than that of the early stage of the Void Refinement realm. Although I am also in the Void Refinement realm, I... have no confidence at all."

He paused, then smiled bitterly, "Fine, let's accept our fate. As long as he doesn't make things difficult for us, we'll behave ourselves and try to find a foothold in Central Continent."

Silence fell over the hall once again.

As Xu Ze left the Song family mansion, he glanced back at the rather unimpressive residence and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Living under someone else's roof, residing in the Qin family mansion, is ultimately not a long-term solution.

Why not buy your own house?

He touched his several storage bags, which were filled with spirit stones and various magical treasures.

It's fair to say that half of the treasures of Beiju Luzhou are here.

Buying a house would be more than enough.

"Let's wait until we rescue Qinghe first." Xu Ze withdrew his gaze and walked towards the palace.

……

Inside the royal palace, in a secluded palace.

There are no lavish decorations here, nor are there a multitude of servants.

There were only cold walls and ubiquitous restrictions.

Little Mu Qinghe sat blankly on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees, her eyes vacant.

She has already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage; if she were in the Northern Continent, she would be considered a powerful figure.

But in this Central Immortal Continent, deep within this imperial palace, they are as insignificant as ants.

What made her even more desperate was that her mother had placed a restriction on her, sealing her cultivation and preventing her from even committing suicide.

She couldn't remember how many days she hadn't eaten.

The palace maids brought her food every day, but she didn't touch a single bite.

She didn't even glance at the pills that were delivered to her.

She just wanted to die.

Death would end everything; she would no longer be locked up in this cold palace, no longer have to face the woman who terrified her.

"I miss him so much..." she murmured softly, tears silently streaming down her face.

not long ago.

The Queen Mother once sent someone to say that the person she most wanted to see would be coming to Zhongzhou soon.

She doesn't believe it.

Her mother had deceived her too many times; behind that gentle smile lay unfathomable coldness and scheming.

In utter despair, she slowly closed her eyes, awaiting death.

"Qinghe."

Suddenly, a voice rang in my ears.

It's very light, and very familiar.

Mu Qinghe's eyelashes trembled slightly, thinking she was hallucinating.

Until that voice rang out again, "Qinghe, it's me."

She suddenly opened her eyes.

Then, I froze.

Standing before her was a person who looked exactly like herself.

The same dress, the same hairstyle, the same appearance, even the despair in their eyes was exactly the same.

"Huh?!" Mu Qinghe was startled and instinctively shrank back.

Anyone who saw such a scene would be frightened.

But soon she discovered that it wasn't a real person.

That was a 'puppet'.

Exquisitely crafted and lifelike, it is almost indistinguishable from a real person unless you look closely.

Behind the puppet, a familiar figure slowly emerged.

He wore a green robe, carried a sword, had gentle features, and a faint smile on his lips.

Who else could it be but Xu Ze?

"Brother, brother?!" Mu Qinghe's eyes widened, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

She immediately rushed over and crashed into Xu Ze's arms, hugging him tightly as if he would disappear if she let go.

"You really came?!"

"Am I dreaming?!"

She looked up at Xu Ze with teary eyes, her small hands clutching his clothes tightly, as if afraid it was all an illusion.

Xu Ze gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said softly:

"It's not a dream, I'm really here."

Mu Qinghe cried even harder, all the grievances and fears she had suffered these past few days turning into tears that surged forth.

Xu Ze let her cry until she calmed down a bit before asking, "Don't rush, tell me, how did you end up locked up here?"

Mu Qinghe sobbed and whispered, "It's all...it's all that woman's...mother's fault."

She still didn't dare to call him by his name, even though her heart was full of resentment.

Xu Ze's eyes narrowed slightly: "The Empress Dowager? Why is she imprisoning you?"

He recalled the scene he witnessed when he obtained the first fragment of the Primordial Cauldron.

At that time, it was a mother and daughter.

That daughter, the little girl in front of me.

He had never even seen that enormous, two-meter-tall carriage before.

“Because…” Mu Qinghe bit her lip, “because I discovered her secret, but I can’t tell her.”

Xu Ze felt a chill run down his spine.

He gently patted Mu Qinghe's back: "Take your time, no rush. Let's leave here first."

As he spoke, he took out the talisman made by the Song family patriarch and stuck it on the puppet.

The puppet's aura instantly became completely identical to Mu Qinghe's, even down to the fluctuations in cultivation level.

Then, he placed the puppet on the bed, set up the restrictions, and kept it in Mu Qingping's usual state.

"This is..." Mu Qinghe looked on in surprise.

"Substitute, do you still remember the ruins trial we participated in together?"

Upon hearing Xu Ze's mention, Mu Qinghe recalled what had happened in the ruins of the Xuanling Sect.

Pulling up a radish reveals a series of human puppets.

"puff."

The little girl couldn't help but laugh; she hadn't been this happy in a long time.

As long as I stay by Xu Ze's side, I can always be this happy.

Xu Ze took Mu Qinghe's hand, while his other hand formed a hand seal:

"Let's leave the palace first and find a safe place to talk."

Xu Ze used his escape technique, his figure transforming into a faint shadow, blending into the shadows of the palace, and silently passing through the wall.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without disturbing any restrictions.

"Ah."