Go back, return to me

s was a general!How many generals are there in the whole armyNaha's aura was simply terrifying; even from several dozen meters away, one could feel a chillingly serious presence.Officials also come in...Mu Wanchen heard this, his eyes coldly glared over, making Dao Zong stunned. He didn't realize he had said the wrong thing.

Mu Wanchen was very particular about people prying into the secrets of Wushi Mountain City. He suddenly raised his hand, which startled me into rushing over and hugging his arm while shaking my head frantically.

He frowned at me, and I whispered, "Don't... he doesn't know that necklace was yours, nor does he know anything about the Wuzhishan City. Don't worry too much."

Mu Wanchen put down his hand, frowned seriously and said: "Yin Luo, you'd better go back with me... It's too dangerous outside the Dharma Gate."

"I already agreed... what do you want me to be faster! I don't know who you and Master Yunfan are dealing with... I don't want to get caught up in this!"

Although I say so, as long as I have contact with Mu Wanchen, how could I possibly stay out of it.

The old monster, the Dragon King, one dark and one bright are conspiring, seemingly to harm Master Yunfan and Mu Wanchen. I'm currently unable to help in any way, so I can only try my best to avoid causing trouble.

Daozong saw Mu Wanchen's attitude was cold and unfriendly, so he anxiously said to me, "Miss Yin Er, how can I make you feel better You tell me, just anything I can do, I won't say no! Please be magnanimous and save my sister's life. She just fainted from anger, that's why she acted irrationally…"

The Ninth Senior Brother snorted and said, "Didn't you hear what my brother-in-law said Let her come to apologize personally! Although our family isn't a powerful clan, we still have some standing in the circle. Her words were a bit disrespectful, but we didn't hold it against her. But pointing a gun at my younger sister... that's crossing the line! If my eldest brother was here, seeing her bully my younger sister like this, this commission would be off, and your family better prepare for your funeral!"

Daozong was even more helpless. He supported Sister Lu and took out his phone to call someone.

Some relatives were still on the first floor. Dao Zong, in order to avoid trouble, didn't say that we had knocked Lu Jie unconscious. He just said that we should send her to the hospital for a check-up immediately.

After a flurry of activity, my father fed him the lacquer-leaf qing mixed with secret medicine, removed the silver needles, and released his binding clothes. He then temporarily bound the man to the bed with soft cloth strips.

This man's life basically embodies all the taboos of Daoist cultivation, without a shred of the concept of health preservation. He ended up like this, so it serves him right.

My father was a learned old scholar and a doctor with a kind heart. He never held grudges against patients who were disrespectful, sometimes caring for them even more than their own families.

He told the Daozong, “Your sister-in-law’s condition is the result of years of accumulation. It can't be cured overnight and requires long-term medication. And this medicine… I don't have it here. You can only seek medicine from my daughter, Yinluo.”

Daozong looked at me, helplessly saying: "Miss Yin Er, we worship you as our ancestor, okay Please have a magnanimous heart and forgive my sister's offense, and also my brother-in-law's medicine... You name the price, we won't haggle."

"One hundred million for a bottle, you're not even going to haggle" I rolled my eyes at him.

Daozong gritted his teeth and said, "If it's only a few bottles, I can still afford it."

Whoa! That's so rich!

But I'm not that heartless. Mu Wanchen did this just to calm me down. When I saw the gun pointed at me just now, my heart really skipped a beat.

I'm a little upset.

To treat a doctor like this and still want to seek medical advice What attitude is this

I cleared my throat and, holding myself aloof, addressed the Head of the Knife Gang: “Since…my nephew-in-law has spoken, I shall allow your sister to come to apologize. She need not apologize to me, but only to my elder brother. My elder brother is very magnanimous; if he can forgive you, then I will give your sister the antidote. As for your brother-in-law's lacquer leaf ointment…I am such a kind person, of course I wouldn't harm you. Just one million per bottle.”

This money can be used to help the people in Wu Wang Mountain City. We can buy whatever they need.

"Alright, alright!" Daozong sighed and nodded in agreement.

I was about to smirk when I suddenly caught a rather unfriendly stare.

At the door, a girl with green quills for hair and a spiked collar around her neck was eyeing me suspiciously.

She is that rebellious girl named Arong. According to seniority, she should be Daozong's niece. She should call Lu Jie "elder aunt" and Daozong "uncle." It seems like she is also from the Lu family.

She chewed gum and looked at me coldly, with a look of disdain.

Dao Zong saw her standing by the door and couldn't help but frown: "A Rong, don't cause trouble. Do what you should be doing. Things have been chaotic at home these days, so don't make things worse."

Arong raised an eyebrow and said, "I don't stir up trouble. I just can't figure out how this little girl, who looks even younger than me, can run amok in my house Even a doctor wouldn't have such a big air about them, would they"

"Shut up! The Yin family has a long history of academic excellence. Even if they are younger than you, they are more promising. You spend all day dressing like a ghost and running around aimlessly—what do you know" Dao Zong scolded her.

Arong let out a discontented snort and glanced at me with her eyes, saying in a low voice: "What's so great about family background, what's the big deal, hmph..."

She sauntered away with a swagger, and Daozong frowned: “Miss Yin Er, don’t mind her, this girl has always been spoiled rotten and rebellious.”

"Don't mess with me, or I won't mind." I turned around to help my father pack his things.

I truly don't know how my young wife, Mu Xiaqiao, handled these relationships before. How does one balance the world of this extraordinary man with her own

I secretly glanced at Mu Wanchen, who was exuding a cold aura beside me. My heart sank even further about the future of our marriage.

The descendants of the Ten Witches of Ling Mountain are largely within the Daoist practices of this misty river system.

For deities of the upper realm, a thousand years or ten thousand years make little difference. They have long since severed their three souls and achieved serenity and inaction. Even with varying personalities and divine duties, their hearts have long since seen through the entanglements and sorrows of mortals, becoming transparent and open-minded.

But for ordinary people, several decades is almost a lifetime. How can one preserve their bloodline and glory amidst the joys and sorrows of life, natural disasters, and human calamities This is almost an impossible feat.

From ancient wise men and hermits to those who ascended to high positions, the role of the witch has evolved over two millennia. They transformed from alchemists and cultivators seeking immortality to diverse practitioners of shamanistic rituals and incantations wielding mind-altering arts. This evolution ultimately sparked fear in the ruling class, leading to widespread persecution and extermination.

For the next two thousand years, every successive dynasty's ruler treated this with great trepidation. Among the unevenly skilled "shamans," the descendants of the Ten Witches of Ling Shan could only hide within their legal practices and live in seclusion from the world.

It is understandable why Mu Wanchen would be so wary of those who pry into secrets.

These rumors were absent from any official or unofficial history. When Mu Wanchen told me these things, I felt like my worldview had been completely refreshed.

"Then, the ancient god-king Wushi, who are you" I couldn't help but ask.

>diately ran out, and then I saw a thin, pale guy wearing a white T-shirt, sweatpants, and flip-flops...Liang Xiaoge.He was holding a embroidered batik bag and sitting in the living room of my front ya...