Villain: I am not good at fighting.

"You are Liu Muqing!"

Xuan Zixian of Daotianmen is the witch of troubled times, Liu Muqing. Mo Yunqiu Shui widened his eyes, unable to figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

In the past, he was a rat crossing the street and an ant in the foundation-building stage who was hated by everyone in the Northern Territory. However, in just a hundred years, he transformed himself into a high-ranking and powerful figure in Daotian Sect.

"No, I don't want to know this. I know nothing. Please let me go. I swear I will return to the Northern Territory and never set foot outside the Territory again in my life."

Mo Yun Qiu Shui hugged Xuan Zixian's calf and begged bitterly.

She did not feel the joy of knowing the secret, but instead felt a fear that the more she knew, the deeper she would fall.

"You do need to return to the Northern Territory, but not now. The technique you originally practiced has been abolished by me. From today on, you must practice the Qing Hui Lei Fa.

When you reach the third level and complete the first thunder tribulation to temper your body, I will unseal your Nascent Soul and set you free."

Liu Muqing used her fingers as a pen to depict bits of spiritual light that sank into Mo Yun Qiu Shui's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Qinghui Thunder Method" also known as "Xuxi Thunder Method" is one of the three major thunder methods of Daotian Sect. It is divided into nine levels. Every three levels, one will experience a heavenly thunder to temper the body and cleanse the spiritual roots.

This method uses qi to transform thunder and is relatively gentle. It is more suitable for Mo Yun Qiu Shui than the fierce and domineering "Shenxiao Thunder Method" and the mysterious "Shangqing Thunder Method".

There is lightning-struck wood fused into Mo Yun Qiu Shui's body, and his spiritual roots are mutating into thunder spiritual roots, waiting to experience the first heavenly thunder tempering.

After the spiritual root is cleansed, it will become a real mutated thunder spiritual root. Only then can Liu Muqing use it to carry out the next plan.

"Are you serious? Will you really let me go free?"

Hearing a ray of hope in despair, Mo Yun Qiu Shui frantically grasped at this life-saving straw.

Taoist thunder magic is majestic and powerful, and it is most taboo to make up stories. After observing the skills imprinted in her mind, she found that they were many times better than her previous skills.

It is profound and has no obvious side effects. Liu Muqing does not seem to have tampered with this technique.

"Of course, if I kill you, how can I keep you alive until now?"

After the engraving technique was completed, Liu Muqing took out a few sets of robes from the storage bag and threw them to her.

He then gave her a few low-level talismans that could be activated by chanting a spell, then left with his hands behind his back, muttering.

"The fusion of consciousness went more smoothly than expected. I have to go to the treasure pavilion to borrow some colorful broken-tailed lizards and regenerating toads in case of emergency."

The door of the room closed and the surroundings returned to darkness. After Mo Yun Qiu Shui was stunned for a long time, he stammered as he picked up the talisman to clean his body and put on his robes.

During this time, her face showed changes of struggle, calmness, struggle, and comfort, but she herself seemed unaware of it.

After a long time, she mustered up the courage to pick up the bronze mirror on the ground and looked at the image in the mirror again. She was still Mo Yun Qiu Shui.

With bright eyes and white teeth, she is stunningly beautiful, just like the Guanghan Fairy who has descended to earth, a natural disaster.

"If I hadn't joined the Hongluan Sect and grown up in Xiangyue Tower, I would have looked like this..."

Mo Yun Qiu Shui's head began to hurt again. She clearly grew up in the Hehuan Sect and her surname was Mo Yun, so how could she have had the experience of Xiangyue Tower?

I am Mo Yun Qiu Shui, not Liu Muqing... I am Liu Muqing, I am Mo Yun Qiu Shui, I am Liu Muqing... Ah... I really can’t tell the difference!

Mo Yunqiu's tears were streaming down her face. She covered her head and pounded the ground frantically. Her subconscious was struggling, unwilling to be assimilated by another powerful and firm consciousness.

Liu Muqing used her body as a vessel and refined it as an external body, just like grafting red leaf grass onto blue bright grass to synthesize red leaf blue bright grass.

Before her consciousness returned, another consciousness adapted to her body in advance. The human body changes more frequently than plants and is actually easier to graft.

"The dagger, the dagger!"

Liu Muqing did not take back the dagger. Mo Yun Qiu Shui could not bear the pain any more, so he grabbed the dagger on the ground and continued to torture himself.

Transparent blood flowed, the wound healed quickly, the headache subsided, and Mo Yun's consciousness gradually became confused.

After an unknown amount of time, her eyes regained clarity, she sat cross-legged and began to practice Qigong.

But then she discovered that her original body had forgotten to unseal her Qi Hai Dan Tian, ​​so she couldn't practice the Qing Hui Lei Fa at all.

On the other side, Liu Muqing felt something and returned to the secret room happily with small steps, and untied Mo Yunqiu Shui's Qi Hai Dantian.

This time, the look in Mo Yun Qiu Shui's eyes when he looked at Liu Muqing was less fearful and more friendly. When their eyes met, they smiled knowingly.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yun Qiu Shui's heart of Taoism would be so easily broken. His sea of ​​consciousness closed itself off and he voluntarily gave up control of his body.

However, Liu Muqing was well aware of the horror of the heavenly calamity and had no intention of taking advantage of the situation. After the original body left, her pupils gradually blurred.

Soon fear and confusion appeared on his face again. He curled up in the dark room and trembled like a frightened kitten.

Opening the door, Liu Muqing enjoyed the warmth brought by the sun and breathed in the fragrance in the air.

In three years, Li Zhiyun transformed the entire Xuanqing Mountain into a medicinal garden, and the herbs nourished by spiritual energy were extremely fertile.

With all kinds of magical butterflies flying and strange bees collecting honey, the scenery of Xuanqing Mountain stands out from the other mountains.

The foot of the mountain has also become a common place for young disciples in the sect to pledge their love and seek a spiritual partner.

"Uncle Zixian, I have done what you asked me to do."

There were two figures in the courtyard. Xie Xiaoyu, who had gone to Jiuyou to carry out a mission, had returned not long ago and was now saluting her.

Li Zhiyun was running towards her holding a few bottles of refined pills, her cheeks still flushed, as if she had just had an argument with someone.

The two of them were unhappy again. Liu Muqing probably knew the reason. What she did to Li Zhiyun could not be hidden from Xie Xiaoyu, who was in the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Of course, she had no intention of hiding it. Xuan Qing acquiesced to this, and with Li Zhiyun's consent, Liu Muqing didn't need to worry about Xie Xiaoyu's thoughts.

He took the medicine bottle, uncorked it, and took a peek inside. The black pills gave off a fragrance that seduced the soul.

The main ingredients are silver crown snake venom, Ge Lingmu vine juice, and Nine Nether Magic Crystal powder, supplemented by other medicinal herbs to make the soul-melting soup.

That was the black medicine that Liu Muqing had given Mo Yun Qiu Shui to drink before.

Now it has been refined by Li Zhiyun into small black pills for easy storage.

"Hmm~ Not bad, the quality is getting better and better."

Liu Muqing praised generously, then put the pills into the storage bag and asked Xie Xiaoyu in the courtyard:

"Master Xiaoyu, you seem to be injured. Why don't you take good care of yourself after you come back?"

Upon hearing this, Li Zhiyun suddenly turned around and looked at Xie Xiaoyu, without mentioning a word about her injury.

"It's just a minor injury, it's not a big deal. May I ask, uncle, did you teach her all this?"

Xie Xiaoyu pointed to the alchemy room with its door open and the busy little paper figures.

Soul-Melting Soup is not a serious elixir, and paper-cutting to become a human being is not a serious magical power. Both of them tend to be "evil".

"That's right, Junior-Junior-Senior-Nephew Zhiyun works very hard, and I plan to train her well."

Hearing this, Xie Xiaoyu's smile became visibly stiff, and anger was suppressed deep in his purple eyes.

The damn immortal reincarnated and used every possible means to deal with the witch of troubled times!