The empress draws her sword for love and conquers the three realms

Nan Jiang stared at the main entrance of the hall with piercing eyes. Su Moli walked in calmly, exuding an extraordinary aura.

He felt a powerful spiritual consciousness sweep over him, frowned slightly, and looked carefully at Su Moli's unfamiliar face.

"My dear fellow immortal, why should I practice cultivation?" Nan Jiang's voice was low and powerful, echoing in the hall.

When Su Moli heard this, he knew that the other party was asking about his identity and background, so he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, bowed his hands and said, "My name is Su Moli, and I am the little immortal envoy of the Heavenly Temple."

Hearing this, Nanjiang suddenly stood up from his seat, "Heavenly Temple? People from the Lord's Divine Residence?"

Su Moli responded: "Exactly."

"What are your instructions, Lord?"

Nanjiang immediately ran down the jade steps.

"Xiaoxian is bothering me this time because I want to meet Crown Prince Nanhui. I wonder if the eldest prince can be accommodating and make it convenient?"

"Why does the Immortal Lord want to see Nan Hui?"

"I was lucky enough to see him walking with Emperor Zun before. Xiaoxian would like to know what happened to the two of them after they left Qingqiu that day?"

"Alas -" Nan Jiang sighed softly, and continued: "It's not that I'm unwilling to be accommodating, it's just that even if the Immortal Lord sees Nan Hui, he can't ask anything!"

Nan Jiang's words made Su Moli stunned for a moment. He looked at Nan Jiang and asked with doubt in his eyes: "What do you mean, Crown Prince?"

Nanjiang hesitated for a moment, as if he was considering something, and then he said after a moment: "Xianjun, please come with me."

Su Moli bowed his hands, nodded, and followed Nan Jiang to the back courtyard. Through the courtyard, they came to a cave.

Su Moli couldn't help but sigh, is this really a cave? The entire cave is like a small palace, with overhanging eaves and warped walls, carved beams and painted buildings. Although it is a stone cave, it does not feel cold and damp at all.

Nanjiang led Su Moli into it. The cave was spacious and bright. There was a stone table in the middle. Tea sets were already placed on the table, which turned out to be fine porcelain.

In front of the table, there is a gorgeous screen, which is carved with complex patterns, and each stroke seems to contain deep meaning. His eyes were deep and he simply glanced around.

The cave is full of spiritual energy, and there seems to be a magic weapon emitting a faint light, as if it is decorated with stars. These magic weapons are continuously inputting spiritual power, nourishing the secrets behind the screen.

‘Why is the spiritual power input by the magic weapon so similar to the sea spirit power contained in the sea water? ’

"Immortal Lord, please come this way." Nan Jiang made a welcoming gesture and led Su Moli to go behind the screen.

Su Moli glanced at Nanjiang warily and walked over slowly. The scene behind the screen made Su Moli stunned. Nan Hui's bloody legs came into view.

Even with abundant immortality and spiritual nourishment, the skin and flesh still showed signs of decay. The rotting flesh exuded a disgusting stench, and blood continued to seep from the wounds, staining the white sheets red.

Su Moli frowned, and the scene in front of him made his heart palpitate. He looked at Nan Hui's leg: "Why is this injury so strange?"

Nan Jiang stood aside, watching all this with a blank expression. He said calmly: "It's the tail that was cut off. This was the tail that was cut off by the Emperor of Heaven and others when he and Emperor Zun returned from Qingqiu that day."

"When a shark cuts off its tail, it's like being burned by fire when it enters the water. That's not right." Su Moli paused and seemed to think of something again, "This is after cutting off the tail, but the wound has not healed. It's because the immortal essence was damaged, and the sea water poisonous?"

Su Moli looked at Nanjiang and still felt that something was not right.

‘If the sea water is poisonous, why are there other people in the Nanjiang River okay? ’

Nanjiang saw his frown, so he decisively explained: "This is the rot of the wound caused by Jiwei, and it is the backlash of the Donghai Spring."

Su Moli looked solemn and said, "..."

Nanjiang took a deep breath and knelt down to Su Moli with a bang. "I also ask the Immortal Lord to recommend an immortal god to save Nan Hui and save Donghai."

"I know a little bit about healing. Let me try it first."

Su Moli rolled up Qiankun's sleeves and cast a spell to inject healing spiritual power into his heart.