Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort

"Young master, I am here."

"Young master, come chase me!"

"Young master, over here, over here..."

Melodious voices surrounded the garden lush with flowers, where the charming and delicate maids flitted about like colorful butterflies, running here and there, passing by Mu Qingge without noticing her presence.

Mu Qingge watched them, and the young man whose eyes were covered with a silk ribbon, dressed in luxurious silk robes, adorned with a golden crown and jade ornaments, exuding resplendent wealth.

"Where are you? I can’t find you!"

The playful voices caught the attention of passing house servants and slaves, but their expressions were unperturbed and they merely smiled joyously.

The young man’s tone was devoid of any frivolity, filled only with innocent joy.

Evidently, there was no unspeakable relationship between him and these maids; they were more like playmates.

Mu Qingge stood still, watching quietly. She couldn’t understand what she could perceive through observation of this affluent household, and how it related to the Dao heart she sought to understand in her spiritual journey.

Confused, she continued to watch!

Mu Qingge steadied her mind, standing there like a ghost of the mundane world, or perhaps an immortal of the Heavenly Palace, observing the mortal realm from afar.

Seasons cycle and years pass by.

In a flash, ten years passed in the mortal world. In ten years, Mu Qingge remained unchanged, just as she was when she first entered. However, this once flourishing noble household was no longer prosperous.

The carefree young boy had grown up, yet he was no longer the pampered son of wealth he once was.

His family, framed by treachery, was wiped out by an imperial decree. The family fell into ruin, with all relatives dead. Sacrificing an entire family to preserve the last trace of bloodline.

In the snowy weather, the downfallen him no longer resembled the noble young lord. The maids who once played with him either went their separate ways or were lost to life and death.

He wore tattered cloth, hair unkempt, stubble messy, eyes empty, staggering off a small boat, wrapping his feet with torn cloth, trudging step by step in the snow.

Mu Qingge followed behind him, curious about his intentions.

Several times he fell in the snow, then used his reddened hands to scoop snow to eat, crawling forward step by step.

The cloth at his feet was worn out, his feet cracked from the cold, blood from his soles stained the path like winter-blooming plum blossoms.

He walked in the snow for three days and nights, finally reaching a Taoist temple, kneeling to plead.

He said: "Immortal, the world speaks of immortals, I do not seek immortality, but only to escape this boundless mortal world, no longer a boat in the Bitter Sea..."

Mu Qingge stood behind him, her heart filled with complex emotions.

His earlier life truly reflected that vivid and bright red. His birth, family, experiences were so radiant and intense in many eyes.

Yet, in the end all he sought was relief from the pains it brought, a tranquil heart.

He was then taken into the temple.

Just as Mu Qingge wanted to continue watching, she felt herself being pulled by a tremendous force away from that mortal realm, returning to the Seven-color Space.

Sitting cross-legged, she opened her eyes, replaying the previous scenes in her mind.

What did it mean? She didn’t understand.

Mu Qingge furrowed her brows slightly. Unable to comprehend, she did not dwell on it. Lifting her eyes, she gazed at the other beams of light, thinking: "With so many, I shall watch them all and then reflect."

Immediately after, she entered the orange beam of light.

Reappearing, she found herself in a scholarly family’s courtyard, where the sound of pleasant reading echoed clearly. Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow, musing: ’What kind of life will it be this time?’

...

In the colorful space, Mu Qingge lost track of the passing time. She traversed different mortal realms, feeling the lives of others, pondering the Dao heart, while outside a year had already passed.

Gu Ya and Gu Ye stood concealed outside the Ruishui River, watching those expelled by the hovering silver waterfall with serious expressions.

About half a year ago, the Ruishui began ejecting people.

Upon discovering the expelled corpses, they captured and interrogated the living ones and learned of the events inside.

To their shock, someone had set traps within intending to kill their mistress?

Apparently, their mistress’s Illusionary Artifact was shattered, revealing her womanhood?

Each piece of news was significant.

Therefore, they dared not delay in sending word back to the Demon Realm, informing their king!

Half a year after Mu Qingge entered there, Si Mo received the message and visited. After observing the ruishui, he instructed Gu Ya and Gu Ye to remain here before heading to Luoxing City.

For what purpose?

The two did not know because over the past year, they had watched over this place, not leaving by a single step.

"It has been a year. When will the young lord come out?" Gu Ya asked.

Gu Ye pressed his lips: "You are aware of the Ruishui legend. The more talented, the longer one stays. With the young lord’s talent, it should be at least two years."

"Then there is a year to go." Gu Ya frowned.

"Yes, most likely." Gu Ye nodded.

Inside, Mu Qingge was safe. Nonetheless, they feared during this time external matters concerning her would change. Although instructed those who came out to remain silent, some information could still leak.

Perhaps, when Mu Qingge emerges, everyone in the Middle Ancient Realm would know she is a woman.

"I’d say kill them all." Gu Ya’s eyes turned cold.

Gu Ye glanced at him: "That would cause trouble for the young lord."

If all the seekers died, except for Mu Qingge, how would she explain to the world? Would it not place her at the pinnacle of public scrutiny?

’Perhaps, considering this, this is why the king did not order silencing when he left,’ thought Gu Ye.

...

In the colorful space, Mu Qingge sat cross-legged.

This time, she did not enter another beam, but gazed at them, asking: "How long have I been here?"

"A year and a half," the voice replied.

’A year and a half...’ Mu Qingge lowered her gaze. For a year and a half, she had seen hundreds of mortal worlds, experienced hundreds of different lives as a bystander.

These lives, though ordinary, were no more than a drop in the vast ocean of existence.

And yet, she still couldn’t understand why she was shown this. What was she supposed to find?

’Continue then.’ Mu Qingge composed herself and entered another beam of light.

She wandered in the mortal dust.

Unaware, time had passed, two years gone by.

"It’s been two years, could she still be realizing?" The voice in the space exclaimed in astonishment.

Meanwhile, outside the Ruishui, the last to emerge were Ji Yaohua, Wei Molili, Ying Ze, and Yao Xinghai. The four stood together outside the ruishui, exchanging glances.

"Where is Qingge?" Ji Yaohua asked.

Their surroundings were devoid of Mu Qingge’s presence.

Yao Xinghai thought for a moment before replying, "With her talent, it’s impossible for her to come out earlier than us."

"Didn’t they say that the Ruishui River Inquiry would take no more than two years?" Ying Ze frowned.

"She’s no ordinary person." Wei Molili left those four words and drifted away.

Watching his back, Ji Yaohua froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "I think he’s got a point. How can Qingge be measured by the standards of ordinary people?"

"Then how much longer will she stay? Will she miss the timing for the Divine Tomb’s opening?" Ying Ze asked uneasily.

Yao Xinghai replied, "Don’t worry, she’ll definitely not forget about this matter."

Ji Yaohua nodded in agreement, looking at the two of them, "Since we’ll be teaming up for the Divine Tomb’s venture, what are your plans for the remaining two years?"

Yao Xinghai said, "The Ruishui River Inquiry two years, with abundant gains. I must first return to seclusion to see if I can ascend further, and with the remaining time, find somewhere to do some training."

Ji Yaohua looked at Ying Ze, who nodded in agreement.

He sighed and said, "It seems everyone shares the same view. Then let’s part ways and return to our families to focus on seclusion. After we come out, we’ll get in touch. If the timing happens to coincide, we can train together. If not, let’s not hold each other up, but train on our own and meet again in Central Continent when the Divine Tomb opens."

"Agreed!"

"Agreed."

Their three hands reached out and stacked on top of one another.

Ji Yaohua looked at them, smiled and said, "Take care, and fight well on your own paths."

In the end, the three of them left the Ruishui River.

They didn’t waste time waiting here for Mu Qingge. However, Ji Yaohua sent a message to Luoxing City informing them about someone trying to assassinate Mu Qingge and reminded them to, while investigating, also send someone to Ruishui River to wait for Mu Qingge to prevent ambushes outside.

Gu Ya and Gu Ye, hidden in the shadows, watched the three leave.

Gu Ya sneered, "With you and me guarding here, who dares to harm the Little Lord? Dare to ambush here, however many come, kill however many."

Gu Ye laughed, "They also mean well."

"Then it won’t be long before Luoxing City sends people over here due to this." Gu Ya frowned.

"They won’t." Gu Ye confidently responded, "Did you forget that Your Majesty went to Luoxing City? Probably to prepare some emergency measures for the Little Lord in her absence. Your Majesty will definitely inform Luoxing City that with the two of us guarding here, they don’t need to make the unnecessary trip."

Hearing Gu Ye’s analysis, Gu Ya nodded in agreement.

He narrowed his eyes and sighed, "Now in the Ruishui River, the Little Lord is the only one left."

...

In the seven-color world, Mu Qingge opened her eyes again. At this moment, her eyes were deep and tranquil like a deep pond, glimmering with a glazed seven-colored brilliance.

"How many years has it been?" she asked slowly.

"Three years." The voice replied crisply. Even though it tried to hide it, Mu Qingge could hear a trace of shock in it.

"Three years..." Mu Qingge murmured.

"Three years and you’re the one who has stayed here the longest in history. Have you understood?" that voice asked somewhat eagerly.

Mu Qingge slowly nodded, then slowly shook her head.

Suddenly, she began to laugh in relief, "I have a few questions for you."

"Ask away."

"You’ve said that Dao is the heart, and rules are merely a means to the Dao."

"Correct."

"Three years of time, I’ve forgotten about cultivation, immersed in the mundane world, viewing the world’s splendor and the vicissitudes of life as a bystander. It seemed I was watching just one person, one segment. Yet, after seeing these countless beings, I realized what you wanted me to see was actually this world?"

"Indeed."

Mu Qingge looked up and sighed softly, "Dao is the human heart, the heavenly will, it’s time, it’s space, it’s infinite."

Suddenly, her eyes sharpened, and her speech quickened—

"You are my heart!"

"Yes!"

"The so-called inquiry of the Dao, is me asking my heart, what is Dao!"

"Yes!"

"The Dao is essence, is origin, is the hand that controls the laws of all things!"

"Correct!"

"Dao can transform into numerous forms, can also return to simplicity, by grasping the origin, comprehending the rules of all things, mastering the place of the Dao, understanding the essence of the universe. Dao is the innermost heart, and also nature, is..."

Mu Qingge’s words grew faster, and the space around her began to tremble violently.

Unexpectedly, the space shattered like a mirror, collapsing.

...

Outside the Ruishui River, Gu Ya and Gu Ye waited for three years.

In three years, Si Mo came five times, each time waiting outside the Ruishui River for three days, then leaving. Each time, he left without a word.

But they knew their King was worried about the Princess; he was merely suppressing it deep in his heart.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Gu Ya frowned, a cold smile curling at his lips, eyes also roiling with killing intent. "Some people came courting death."

Gu Ye laughed, "I reckon they’re impatient seeing the Little Lord hasn’t come out yet."

"Kill?" Gu Ya raised an eyebrow inquiringly.

Just as Gu Ye was about to nod, abruptly, the Ruishui River parted on both sides, and a figure emerged.

That woman, clad in scarlet, dazzling as the sun, her features so exquisitely beautiful as to defy description. She strolled out leisurely, with each step causing an illusory Golden Lotus to bloom beneath her feet.

Meanwhile, her aura continued to rise steadily.

Gu Ya and Gu Ye were shocked as they watched her, sensing her cultivation was constantly changing.

With one lotus bloom, Golden Realm Second Layer.

With two lotus blooms, Golden Realm Third Layer...

Golden Realm Fourth Layer!

Golden Realm Fifth Layer!

Golden Realm Sixth Layer!

Underfoot, the Golden Lotus blossomed, her cultivation actually broke directly from Golden Realm First Layer to Golden Realm Sixth Layer!

This scene stunned both Gu Ya and Gu Ye, as well as the assassins lying in ambush.

The gentle breeze that brushed past carried a faint hint of killing intent. Mu Qingge narrowed her eyes, a wicked smile curling at her lips as she slowly spoke, "Kill—!"