036 Xiaomumu’s Unique Constitution

Yun Feiyue turned her head, eyeing Chunhua with suspicion. This little girl seemed to know more than she did herself. “A grudge from the previous generation?” Chunhua nodded, pondering for a moment. “I only overheard a few words before I left, afraid that Madam would notice me. But judging by Madam’s tone, it seems to be related to the Murong family. Beyond that, I really don’t know anything else.”

The Murong family was Lady Murong’s clan, one of the four great families, yet their focus was on the immortal path, not martial arts. On the Golden Spear Continent, most people cultivated martial arts, but there were a handful of families devoted to the way of immortals, and the Murong family was among them.

Though Lady Murong hailed from the Murong family, her kin rarely visited the Yun household. Practitioners of the immortal path generally held some disdain for families like the Yun, who were steeped in commerce and martial ways. It had taken considerable effort for Lady Murong to join the Yun family in those days.

But all that aside, what did the grudges of the Murong family have to do with Yun Feiyue? How had she been dragged into this mess?

It seemed she would need to find an opportunity to question Lady Murong carefully.

Why did those people from the Ghost Sect keep entangling themselves with her? What offense had she committed? If she couldn’t unravel these mysteries, she would never know peace.

While she was still deep in thought, voices drifted in from the outer room.

“Ice Mountain Brother, are you looking for my mother? She’s bathing right now.”

“Yes.” His reply was cool and indifferent. Footsteps sounded, drawing closer until they stopped at the door. His voice, calm and unhurried, declared, “Miss Yun, I’m coming in.”

“Miss!” Chunhua gasped in a low voice, startled.

Yun Feiyue hastily wrapped herself in a white robe and slipped back into the water, leaving only her head exposed.

Little Mumu tiptoed to the doorway, blinking at Yun Feiyue in the pool. Alas, she saw nothing!

Mo Feiyuan approached the bath, carrying a box. In the swirling steam, his features were serene and refined. He dipped a finger and placed the Cloudsky Ice into the water. “You may feel some discomfort. Endure it—it will pass.”

As soon as the Cloudsky Ice touched the water, Yun Feiyue felt her blood surge uncontrollably. Her body rebelled against her will, and in an instant she coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, which spread and stained the pool crimson.

Chunhua, terrified, staggered back several steps. “M-Miss, what’s happening to you? Ah—!”

Her scream brought Yun Feng and Mo Twelve rushing to the door.

Clutching her chest, Yun Feiyue endured the torment of her blood running wild, the agony tearing through her as though she were being ripped apart. Mo Feiyuan pressed a finger lightly to her forehead, infusing her with a cool, pure energy. Then he placed the Flower of Mount Putuo in her mouth. “Swallow it!”

Yun Feiyue chewed the flower; at once a fragrant sweetness filled her mouth. Gradually, her restless energy calmed, though her meridians remained in chaos.

Mo Feiyuan produced the Eye of the Snowy Domain, holding it in his hand. A cold aura emanated from it. After a while, the Putuo Flower began to glow with a white light. Carefully, he guided the flower into Yun Feiyue’s body, where it seemed to merge with her.

Yet when Yun Feiyue circulated her internal energy, she found that the Eye of the Snowy Domain had not been absorbed, but remained lodged in her core.

She sat cross-legged in the water, adjusting her breath. Unnoticed, the water began to boil as if set over a fire. The room was utterly silent except for the sound of the bubbling pool.

Drip—drip—

Beads of sweat rolled from Yun Feiyue’s brow, falling into the water. At length, she opened her eyes. The fierce red light in her gaze flashed, then receded into the depths of her black pupils. She curved her lips in a smile—at last, she was back to normal.

But… as she lowered her head, she sensed the Eye of the Snowy Domain still exuding a gentle coolness within her core. It had not been digested, only settled there to steady her meridians. If it were removed, she would revert to her previous state.

Mo Feiyuan finally spoke. “This is the only way. Your core is chaotic; without the Eye of the Snowy Domain, you cannot command your true energy, much less sustain yourself in battle.”

Yun Feiyue understood. But… if she ever lost the Eye of the Snowy Domain, she would be left with nothing. Then again, she reasoned, no one could possibly extract it from her body.

She smiled. “I understand. You’ve helped me yet again. Why does it feel like my debt to you keeps growing?” Suddenly, she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Mo Feiyuan was caught off guard by her sudden movement. Before he could react, her warm, soft lips pressed against his—a familiar heat, stirring up memories of their entwined past, bittersweet and lingering.

He looked at her, her bare form reflected in his eyes, stirring something deep within him. Suddenly, clarity returned; he turned away at once. “As long as you’re all right. I’m leaving.”

He exited the bath, with Yun Feng and Mo Twelve following close behind.

“How boring. Failure,” Yun Feiyue sighed helplessly.

Little Mumu came to her side, nuzzling her shoulder. “Mother, how is your body now?”

Yun Feiyue murmured assent, though sweat continued to bead on her forehead. She needed to expel the remaining heat in her body to fully restore her strength.

Little Mumu’s hand grasped Yun Feiyue’s. With her Celestial Spirit Physique, she was one with all things, able to help martial cultivators clear blockages in their energy. Until Yun Feiyue grew strong enough, she would never let Little Mumu reveal this ability before experts; otherwise, she might be seen as a mere resource, a tool for others to refine.

Not even the Yun family would know of Little Mumu’s true nature.

Little Mumu guided her true energy into Yun Feiyue, then withdrew it back into herself. Soon, Yun Feiyue felt much better; the heat within her had completely vanished.

She leapt from the bath, donned a red outer robe, and with a gentle tremor, her damp white undergarment dried instantly—this was Yun Feiyue’s true power.

Just as her jade feet crossed the threshold, a maid burst in. “Miss, Young Master Gongsun is kneeling outside our Yun residence, requesting to see you. He says he’s come to atone on your sister’s behalf!”