CHAPTER 120: CHAPTER 72: HARVEST [SECOND UPDATE]

After Gu Qingqing and the others left the Martial Arts Arena, they arrived at the latter half of the palace and first saw a place resembling a herbal field. At this moment, not a single herb could be seen, only a ground full of weeds, exuding desolation everywhere.

Looking at the herbal field not far away, Gu Qingqing momentarily fell into a daze again.

Immediately thereafter, the familiar feeling of weightlessness came, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in another person’s body, sharing their vision.

Before her was a flourishing herbal field, every herb within appeared extremely precious, and they were growing well. It was hard to imagine that these plants should have thrived in different environments, yet here they grew so wonderfully!

The woman she had seen previously was tending to the herbs in the field. A beauty’s actions make everything she does pleasing. This was what Gu Qingqing was experiencing now.

Even though the other person wasn’t wearing luxurious clothes or adorned with fine jewelry, nothing could hide her beauty!

Her every move emitted a natural charm that made one reluctant to shift their gaze away from her!

This feeling wasn’t exclusive to Gu Qingqing; at this moment, she felt that the body she was in accorded with her law constitution!

The beauty heard the movement, turned around, and, upon seeing the visitor, raised the corners of her lips into a smile that put flowers to shame. Her clear voice sounded again, "Ah Xian, you’re here!"

Gu Qingqing sensed the body she was in was about to speak, but then the familiar feeling came over her again. She opened her eyes to see Jun Wu’s face up close, and she hastily leaned back.

"Geng Geng, did you just experience empathy again?" Jun Wu looked at Gu Qingqing and asked with a frown.

"Yes, when I saw the herbal field, it seemed to trigger a key point, and again I was in someone else’s body, watching that beauty attend to the herbs." Gu Qingqing, feeling a bit frustrated, didn’t hide it when Jun Wu asked, replying somewhat sullenly.

Upon hearing this, Nan Hua and the others frowned.

Although Gu Qingqing’s situation in such a place undoubtedly suggested that she might gain some kind of opportunity, the thought of it possibly harming Gu Qingqing made them somewhat unhappy.

The issue was that such matters were beyond Gu Qingqing’s control, and they couldn’t do anything about it!

"Geng Geng, how is your body?" Jun Wu looked around at Gu Qingqing and asked worriedly.

"The same as before, everything is fine. There’s nothing wrong, you don’t need to worry!" Gu Qingqing understood Jun Wu’s concern and answered him patiently.

Jun Wu carefully observed Gu Qingqing’s expression and found indeed nothing was amiss, finally relaxing and releasing Gu Qingqing’s hand.

The others also turned their gazes away, examining the surroundings.

Apart from a pavilion here, there was the Emperor, which was quite surprising.

Being able to open up such a large piece of land in the palace wasn’t easy, and using it to grow herbs indicated that the owner here was likely an alchemist, or in good standing with one!

Gu Qingqing walked over to the pavilion and saw a chessboard on the stone table that wasn’t yet finished. She glanced down, intending to sweep it away and leave. Who knew she’d be drawn in, ultimately unable to resist picking up a chess piece to place where she thought it should go? In the next moment, a burst of strong golden light erupted from the chessboard, enveloping Gu Qingqing, and she vanished.

"Geng Geng!" Jun Wu instinctively reached out to grab Gu Qingqing, but couldn’t even touch the hem of her clothes, only able to shout loudly as he watched her disappear.

"What happened? Where’s Geng?" Si Lin and the others had been nearby, hearing Jun Wu’s voice they quickly ran over, finding Gu Qingqing gone, they promptly asked Jun Wu.

Jun Wu looked solemnly at the table, discovering the chessboard had vanished, his expression turning even darker.

"There was a chessboard here that hadn’t been finished; Geng wasn’t sure what she was thinking and placed a piece on it, then she was enveloped by a golden light and disappeared." As he spoke, Jun Wu was virtually gritting his teeth, and had that chessboard still been here, he might have smashed it to pieces!

Si Lin brought his fingertips together, forming a sword, and directly slashed the stone table before him.

Yue Zhao punched a column beside him, "Damn it!"

"What do we do now? Boss, where do we go to find Geng?" Rong Ye looked around, asking Si Lin with a grim expression.

"Search, I refuse to believe we can’t find a method!" Si Lin ground his teeth and began searching the surroundings.

Jun Wu pressed his lips together, walking in the opposite direction to Si Lin, starting to look for any clues.

The others also began to search the area.

They were about to turn the place upside down, yet they still couldn’t find a way to locate Gu Qingqing.

In a fit of rage, Jun Wu swung his sword and split the pavilion in half.

"What do we do now?" Nan Hua, as if not noticing Jun Wu’s actions, turned and asked Si Lin.

"If it’s not here, it must be somewhere else. Even if we have to search the entire palace, we have to find Qingqing!" Si Lin took a deep breath, furrowing his brow, and said sharply.

The others exchanged glances, agreed with Si Lin’s statement, and followed him to continue the search.

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After being enveloped in golden light, Gu Qingqing lost consciousness. When she regained awareness, she found herself inside a palace. To her surprise, she had seen this palace in the memories she had empathized with—it was the palace where the beauty lived.

As a deep admirer of beauty, Gu Qingqing had a great fondness for beautiful things. She immediately stood up and looked around. The items in this palace were even more lavish than what she had seen before. Even though she enjoyed rare spoils of the world due to the affection from Si Lin and others, they couldn’t compare to the items in this room!

The curtains in the room were made of Ten Thousand Year Jue Sha, the furniture was made of Ten Thousand Year Chenxiang Wood and Purple Sandalwood, and the calligraphy on the walls not only had elegant handwriting but also contained Dao; those not in this path would feel eye pain upon a glance.

The jewelry on the dressing table was exquisite, but they were not just mere accessories. Each piece was of Sub-immortal Level, made with precious materials, some of which Gu Qingqing had never seen before. She only recognized Spirit Summoning Stone, Bright Moon Stone, Ten Thousand Years Profound Ice, Star Sand Stone, and Red Gold.

While rummaging through the dressing table, she found a slip of paper in the gap of a drawer. The text on it was hard to understand, but she felt it might be useful, so she took it.

Next, she saw the ancient zither located in the corner of the wall.

As she placed her hand on the strings, a familiar feeling washed over her.

This time she was still in the same palace, but she was no longer the person she had been before—she had become the beauty.

The beauty plucked the strings, looking somewhat dazed, seemingly worried about something. The music sounded cheerful at times, somber at others.

She felt that the zither she was handling was of a higher rank than the Flowing Light Zither Yue Zhao used, with immense power. The tunes the beauty played could influence people’s moods, making them follow her emotions involuntarily!

At this moment, footsteps suddenly approached, and the beauty immediately stopped plucking, turned joyfully, just as Gu Qingqing thought she could finally see the face of the person she had embodied before, she snapped back to reality.

She shook her head, lifted her hand off the strings, and approached the bed.

Beside the bed was a cabinet. Out of curiosity, she opened it to find it full of calligraphy and paintings. One particularly large picture caught her attention. She pulled it out carefully, unfolded it, and found it to be a portrait.

The painting depicted a man and a woman. For some reason, the man’s face was indistinct, but the woman was the beauty she had seen earlier.

Although she couldn’t see the man’s appearance, the relationship between the two was evident from the painting—they were clearly very close and loving.

She carefully rolled up the painting, placed it back in the cabinet, glanced around, then walked to the front door, intending to pull open the door to leave. She originally thought it wouldn’t open, but found that it opened easily with a gentle tug.

Exiting the palace door, she found herself in a corridor. She hesitated briefly, then stepped into the hallway.

The corridor was long, and she could only hear her own footsteps and breathing; the atmosphere was quite oppressive.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, she finally reached the end of the corridor and eagerly stepped out, only to find herself in another palace.

This palace was similarly lavishly decorated, but obviously belonged to a male. The furnishings and colors were somewhat austere and easily distinguishable.

The palace was larger than the one the beauty resided in, with an additional desk and a bookshelf. The bookshelf was filled with books. Curious, she walked over, pulled one out, and upon opening it, found it recorded various herb properties, with tiny annotations in the margins.

After skimming through it, she returned the book to its place, pulled out another, and found it to be an Elixir Recipe Collection, recording many elixir recipes, ranging from the simplest, low-level Rejuvenating Liquid to the nine-turn elixir recipe for the Ninth Rank Elixir Nine Turns Golden Elixir. She raised an eyebrow in surprise, thought it might interest Mu Chen, and took it.

Next, she drew another book and discovered it chronicled various rare treasures and talents. As she casually flipped through it, the last page caught her attention.

The text read: "The Path of Word Spirit, the most mysterious path, so rare are those with its talent. When it appears, great changes are bound to follow. Cultivating this path to the Immortal Rank allows control over the elements, even overcoming the Heavenly Dao, making it the mightiest great divine power. Yet it has many limitations, weak early on, difficult to progress!"

It was the first time she had seen records about the Word Spirit Technique. Such talent was extraordinarily rare, with centuries passing without its appearance, leading to scarce records. Were it not for the memories she possessed naturally in her mind, she wouldn’t know how to cultivate the path!

As she was engrossed in reading, a figure appeared before her.