Chen Miaomiao pondered for a moment, then nodded and shook her head, saying, “No, he is not my enemy. He… Ma Jingyu… is Little Miaomiao’s enemy.”
Little Miaomiao?
Mo Xuanming was momentarily charmed by Chen Miaomiao’s self-referential nickname. He lowered his gaze, cradled her in one arm, and with the other hand, fed her an Alchemy Pill.
“If you want revenge, stay alert.”
The pill was somewhat bitter, and Chen Miaomiao resisted slightly. However, unable to move, she could only push it out with her little tongue. Her pink tongue tip happened to lick Mo Xuanming’s fingertip, though she remained unaware of the mischief she had caused, mumbling softly.
“Big Bro, this pill is so bitter… Can I not take it…”
His body stiffened abruptly, every strand of his hair tensing. After taking a deep breath, he decisively pushed the pill into her mouth and said stiffly, “No!”
Chen Miaomiao: “…”
Chen Miaomiao scrunched up her face, swallowing the pill with a pitiful expression. The effects soon took hold, and her gaze gradually cleared.
Mo Xuanming felt as though he had endured a fierce battle, both physically and mentally exhausted.
He placed Chen Miaomiao on the soft couch and waved a hand. Ma Jingyu, who had been lying unconscious like a dead dog, floated over to Chen Miaomiao. Chen Miaomiao moved her arm slightly and complained, “Big Bro, you…”
“Mo Xuanming.”
“Huh?” Chen Miaomiao realized this was his name.
She quietly observed him for a moment—his tall, imposing figure like a towering mountain, his aura as pure and untouchable as snow atop a peak. Xuanming? It suited him well.
“Oh, Mo Xuanming, can you let me go?”
Chen Miaomiao was referring to the white robe on her body.
The moment he appeared, the white robe had suddenly turned into a “silly creature.” She didn’t believe it had nothing to do with him!
Mo Xuanming paused slightly, feigning composure as he said, “You shouldn’t ask Benzun about this. This is your Dharma Artifact. It wrapped around you to protect you. Controlling it is simple—just perform a Blood-Drip Covenant.”
White Robe: “??”
This was taking advantage of the fact that White Robe couldn’t speak!
Otherwise, it would have jumped up and cursed!
This wasn’t what was agreed upon at the beginning! It didn’t want to recognize her as its master! No, no, no!!
White Robe was about to “escape” from Chen Miaomiao’s body when a cold glare from Mo Xuanming forced it back, deflating its spirit and leaving it as quiet as a chicken.
Chen Miaomiao was still confused but curious. “My Dharma Artifact?”
“Yes.”
Chen Miaomiao shifted slightly and found that the white robe had indeed released her. Delighted, she bit her fingertip and let a drop of blood fall onto the robe.
“Clang—”
A soul-deep resonance suddenly echoed in her mind, like a grand sound beyond hearing, lingering for a long time.
“With the Nine Heavens above and the Azure Depths below, the stars as witness and the sun and moon as testament, with your blood, I bind my soul. The covenant is sealed, and life and death shall follow!”
Chen Miaomiao: “??”
Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be her Dharma Artifact?
Then what was this Heaven and Earth Covenant-like thing?
Chen Miaomiao sensed a new consciousness in her mind and softly called out, “White Robe? Is that you?”
White Robe remained motionless, clearly thinking, “As long as I keep pretending to be dead, Chen Miaomiao, this ordinary little human, won’t find out who I am.”
Chen Miaomiao: “…” Pretending to be dead, huh?
Chen Miaomiao, ever the cunning and despicable human, narrowed her eyes and said, “Ah, I really am foolish. It’s just a white robe—how could I possibly think it’s some kind of genius treasure with sentience? Forget it, forget it.”
Mo Xuanming: “…”
The white robe was furious!
Forced by its own Zunzhu to form a contract with this petty human Chen Miaomiao was bad enough, but now she even looked down on it?!
The entire robe began to tremble slightly, as if sobbing uncontrollably.
Seeing the pitiful trembling of the white robe, Chen Miaomiao felt a pang of guilt and spoke up, “I’m sorry, I was just teasing you. Don’t cry. Thank you for protecting me earlier. I hope you’ll guide me well from now on, alright?”
The white robe, enraged, suddenly flew up, lifting Chen Miaomiao into the air as if she were suspended on wires. It flailed wildly in the air, and she danced along like a drifting, uncertain duckweed.
Mo Xuanming: “…”
As an ordinary human, Chen Miaomiao shouldn’t have been able to understand, but she somehow managed to interpret it as, “I won’t acknowledge you as my master so easily! Hmph! You may have my body, but you’ll never have my heart!”
After the pantomime, the white robe decisively landed, feigned death, and lay completely still.
Chen Miaomiao: “…”
So what kind of nonsense has this little thing been watching?
Mo Xuanming: “…”
Mo Xuanming began to doubt himself—was having Chen Miaomiao contract with the Bailongpao perhaps a mistake?
“Ahem…” Mo Xuanming deliberately changed the subject. “Now that you’re awake, hurry up and take your revenge.”
Ma Jingyu lay limp and motionless on the ground, his clothes barely covering him. Upon closer inspection, one could vaguely make out his pale, scrawny physique—quite an eyesore.
Chen Miaomiao’s lips twitched slightly as she stepped forward, intending to stomp on Ma Jingyu with her foot, but Mo Xuanming grabbed her arm.
“What are you doing?”
Chen Miaomiao looked at him, puzzled and suspicious.
Mo Xuanming said calmly, “Put on your shoes.”
“Huh?”
“Put on your shoes. It’s dirty.”
With a wave of his hand, the shoes Chen Miaomiao had kicked off earlier appeared before her. She muttered, “You’re really too particular.”
Whether her bare foot stomping on someone’s back or the back itself was dirtier was hard to say.
But under Mo Xuanming’s stubborn gaze, Chen Miaomiao still put on her shoes, wrapping her delicate little feet securely, then stomped hard on Ma Jingyu’s back.
This stomp was utterly merciless.
“Pfft…”
Ma Jingyu immediately spat out blood and slowly regained consciousness.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that face, radiant as the sun and beautiful as a bright cloud. He paused, then spoke in pain, “Senior, this junior has been utterly loyal to you. Why… why would you…”
“Utterly loyal?” Chen Miaomiao laughed, her eyes curving like crescent moons and her smile blooming like a flower, but her words plunged Ma Jingyu into an abyss. “Three years ago, did you also pledge such loyalty to the Chen family? To frame an innocent young girl? Over these three years, the Chen family must have promised you many benefits, right? Why don’t you tell Benzun all about them?”
Ma Jingyu stammered, “I… I… this junior doesn’t know what you’re talking about…”
Chen Miaomiao leaned closer, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as she smiled brightly. “Young Master Ma, why don’t you take a closer look at Benzun and think about who Benzun resembles.”
Resemble?!
She, a dignified Yuanying Laozu, could resemble whom?!
Ma Jingyu shuddered, staring intently at Chen Miaomiao’s picturesque, cool, and elegant features. The longer he looked, the more an inexplicable sense of familiarity grew…
Suddenly!
An absurd thought flashed into Ma Jingyu’s mind, instantly chilling him to the bone, freezing his blood in an instant. He exclaimed sharply, “Chen… Chen… Chen… No, impossible! Impossible!”
“Chen Miaomiao,” Chen Miaomiao kindly added for Ma Jingyu. “Yes, of course it’s impossible. Chen Miaomiao died long ago in Shihun Jiang, right? Benzun is not Chen Miaomiao. Benzun is the vengeful ghost who has returned…”