The Third Saintess, Yang Chan, stared at the lines of calligraphy on the wall on the left. Her face turned slightly red as she stared at the calligraphy on the wall.
"What a lecher."
A thousand years ago, her brother, Yang Jian, had been conferred the title of True Lord Erlang by the Heavenly Realm. She had also benefited from it and was conferred the title of the Third Saintess of Mount Hua's Xiyue Temple.
In the Xiyue Temple, everyone called her the Third Saintess. Every single one of them treated her with respect. No man had ever dared to look at her like that.
Moreover, he had written a poem for her without permission. This made the Third Saintess angry, but at the same time, she felt an indescribable emotion.
Although she was a fairy, she was still a woman who knew nothing about love. She was touched by Mu Qingxiao's words.
She blamed him for disturbing her mood. She wanted to punish him, but when she thought of his gentle eyes and sincere words, and how he had praised her so perfectly with a poem, the Third Saintess's anger gradually subsided. It was replaced by a faint shyness.
"Saintess, that young master is so handsome. He's even more handsome than the Second Master."
Zhao Xia, who was standing beside the Third Saintess, stepped forward. When she thought of Mu Qingxiao's appearance, she couldn't help but praise him.
In her heart, the Third Saintess's brother, Yang Jian, was also one of the most handsome in the Three Realms. However, compared to the young master, he was still far inferior.
Zhao Xia shook her head slightly. The Third Saintess was an immortal, after all, while the young master was just a mortal. So what if he was handsome?
Humans and immortals were ultimately different. It was impossible for them to be together.
When she thought of this, Zhao Xia waved her sleeve and immortal power surged. "Saintess, that young master actually wrote on the wall. I'll erase it now."
"Zhao Xia, leave the poem behind. These lines are filled with artistic conception. I didn't expect a mortal to have such talent in calligraphy. It's rare and commendable. Anyway, it doesn't affect the beauty."
Although Zhao Xia was the Third Holy Mother's maid, the two of them had been friends for a thousand years and were as close as sisters. Seeing her teasing her, Zhao Xia couldn't help but roll her eyes and blush.
Just as the two women were teasing each other in the temple, the originally gloomy sky suddenly darkened.
In the sky above Mount Hua, the sound of muffled thunder could be heard, and the wind howled …
In the blink of an eye, raindrops the size of beans poured down from the sky. With pitter-patter sounds, the entire world was shrouded in a violent storm.
As the rain fell, the two women in the Western Mountain Temple didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the weather here was changeable, and such situations were common. However, in the next second, a figure in a sorry state appeared outside the temple.
The young man was drenched from head to toe with his white robe sticking to his body. His long hair was also wet as he staggered into the temple.
"It's that young master from before. He probably didn't have time to go down the mountain and came back to take shelter from the rain."
"The rain really came at the wrong time. We can't let the mortals see us. Let's go back to the Snow Reflection Palace first."
After saying that, the Third Holy Mother's graceful figure turned into a gorgeous ball of light and returned to the eyes of the statue. Zhao Xia followed closely behind.
After the two women returned to the statue, Mu Qingxiao, who was drenched from head to toe, rushed into the temple. She looked at the statue of the Third Holy Mother with a smile and said, "It's really fate. It seems that God has agreed to let me see the Third Holy Mother again."
After saying that, Mu Qingxiao withdrew her gaze and closed her starry eyes. She curled up behind the threshold.
Endless water drooped down from the eaves of the Western Mountain Temple. As lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, the rain outside became even heavier.
In the Snow Reflection Palace, the Third Holy Mother and Zhao Xia stood side by side and carefully looked at the young man who was curled up behind the threshold. His face was gradually turning pale and his body was constantly trembling.
Seeing that Mu Qingxiao's face was not right, the Third Holy Mother in the Snow Reflection Palace frowned slightly. It seemed that he had caught a cold.
Sensing that his breath was gradually weakening, the Third Holy Mother and Zhao Xia looked at each other. Their figures turned into a gorgeous ball of light again and left the Snow Reflection Palace, reappearing in the Western Mountain Temple.
At the door, the Third Holy Mother hurriedly touched Mu Qingxiao's forehead and found that his body temperature was boiling. For some reason, her heart suddenly tightened.
At this time, Mu Qingxiao opened his starry eyes in a daze. His bright eyes looked at the beautiful face that was close to him. He reached out his hand and touched the delicate cheek of the woman in front of him. He said in a weak voice, "Am I dreaming?"
After saying that, his hand fell down and his eyes closed. He fainted in an instant.
The Third Holy Mother's pretty face froze. This lecher dared to take advantage of her!
However, seeing that he was dying, the Third Holy Mother did not have time to think. She used her celestial power to wrap him up and turned into a rainbow light, flying toward a paradise behind Mount Hua.
Halfway up Mount Hua, there was a small lake. In front of the lake, willows swayed in the wind.
Not far from the lake, there was an exquisite little bamboo house surrounded by a fence in the middle.
She used her celestial power to carry Mu Qingxiao back to the bamboo house and directly put him on the bed. Looking at the pale young man in front of her, the Third Holy Mother touched his forehead.
In the next second, the Third Holy Mother's expression changed. She said anxiously, "It's so hot. It's completely beyond the temperature that a mortal can endure. Zhao Xia, quickly go and boil a bowl of medicine."
"Yes, Your Highness."
After about half an hour, Zhao Xia brought the medicine over. He said, "Your Highness, let me do it."
"It's okay. I can do it myself."
As she spoke, the Third Holy Mother took the spirit medicine. She picked up a spoon and gently opened her pink lips. A fragrant wind blew past, and the hot medicine became warm. She carefully fed it to Mu Qingxiao's mouth.
After the medicine entered his stomach, the effects were immediate.
On the bed, Mu Qingxiao's flawless cheeks finally regained some color. His cold body also became warm.
Seeing this, a gentle smile finally appeared on the Third Holy Mother's beautiful face. She carefully sized up the young man in front of her and stretched out her slender fingers to smooth his messy hair …
"Your Highness …"
Suddenly, Zhao Xia's voice came from behind. The Third Holy Mother's jade-like hands paused. She stood up and said, "Let's go. Let him rest for now."
"Okay."
Zhao Xia nodded slightly. He glanced at Mu Qingxiao on the bed and felt rather helpless.
From her actions just now, it was obvious that something was wrong with the Goddess. Could it be that she had taken a liking to this young master?
However, the Heaven Realm's rules were strict. No one dared to violate them. The Goddess was benevolent. She was probably just worried about this young master's illness, right?
Throwing some unrealistic thoughts to the back of his mind, Zhao Xia closed the door and turned into a ray of light. He followed the Third Holy Mother and rushed into the Xiyue Temple.
After the two of them left, on the bed, Mu Qingxiao frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
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