When Mu Yunjin heard these words, she instinctively looked toward Daoist Wind Xuan, only to see his face ashen with anger.

Seeing this, Mu Yunjin pressed her lips together, not saying a word, trying her best to make herself invisible to avoid having that resentment directed at her…

Finally, Daoist Wind Xuan, with a stern face, stepped into the great hall.

Mu Yunjin hurriedly followed him inside.

…

After entering the great hall, Murong Rusu grabbed the nearest noblewoman, held her wrist, and examined her pulse.

After a moment, she took out a silver needle and pricked the lady’s finger, collecting a few drops of blood in a cup.

“How is it?” Daoist Wind Xuan asked.

Murong Rusu maintained her stern expression, completely ignoring Wind Xuan, and instead turned to look at a young palace maid. Bring me paper and a writing brush.

…

…

The little palace maid nodded and immediately went to the side to fetch paper, brush, and inkstone, placing them on the small table beside Murong Rusu.

Murong Rusu picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and just as she was about to write the first stroke on the paper, a clear voice sounded from outside the door—

“Wait!”

The speaker was Shen Wanning, who had hurried over.

Seeing Shen Wanning’s figure, Mu Yunjin narrowed her eyes, her gaze tinged with amusement. Shen Wanning was becoming increasingly bold, daring to come here.

Shen Wanning stepped into the great hall, walked to Murong Rusu’s side, and snatched the brush from her hand. “Mother, these people cannot be saved.”

Murong Rusu silently looked at Shen Wanning.

Daoist Wind Xuan quietly rolled his eyes.

“Mother, this matter is entirely a dispute between me and Mu Yunjin. You’ve been in seclusion for many years. Wind Xuan deliberately dragged you into this with impure motives and objectives.”

“So, Mother, you absolutely must not fall for their trap and break your long-standing principles because of this,” Shen Wanning said with a faint smile as she looked at Murong Rusu.

Hearing himself being mocked by Shen Wanning, Daoist Wind Xuan couldn’t hold back his anger. He pointed at her and said, “You have a dispute with my disciple. Why don’t you challenge her directly? You indirectly harm so many innocent people, and you still have the face to speak here?”

“Senior, having wandered the jianghu for so many years, don’t you know that for some matters, the process isn’t important, but the result is most important?” Shen Wanning replied gently.

Hearing this, Daoist Wind Xuan wanted nothing more than to slap Shen Wanning across the face.

But considering Murong Rusu’s presence, he could only swallow his anger for now.

If such an unconscionable young woman were his daughter who had been lost, he would be the first to strangle her, without troubling others.

“Mother, shall we go back?” Shen Wanning bent down and linked arms with Murong Rusu.

Murong Rusu frowned slightly.

“By the way…” Daoist Wind Xuan suddenly spoke up, pointing at Shen Wanning.

Shen Wanning looked at Daoist Wind Xuan. “What guidance does Senior have?”

“Murong, how did you determine back then that she was your biological daughter?” Daoist Wind Xuan raised his doubt.

“What business is that of yours?” Murong Rusu asked, her face solemn and tone displeased.

Daoist Wind Xuan smiled lightly. “It is indeed none of my business. I’m just questioning the authenticity of this daughter on your behalf!”

“Senior, don’t try to make an issue of my identity just because you’re in the wrong about earlier matters. My mother and I have been separated for decades, and our reunion now is already precious enough. Could you please stop trying to drive a wedge between us?” Shen Wanning said with an unfriendly tone.

Listening to Shen Wanning speaking sharply to Daoist Wind Xuan, Mu Yunjin couldn’t help but step forward. She looked at Shen Wanning and narrowed her eyes. “Shen Wanning, are you sure you have a grudge with me?”

Shen Wanning pressed her lips together, looking at Mu Yunjin.

“Then you should understand me. I have no connection with these women in the hall. Even if they die from poison, at most I would feel regret momentarily, but the impact on me would be negligible.”

“As you said yesterday, you blamed me for Black Robe’s death and made these women accompany Black Robe in death. Isn’t this just your desire for revenge?”

“If word gets out that the renowned Master Murong has a daughter who enjoys killing innocents indiscriminately… sigh…”

After finishing, Mu Yunjin sighed and shook her head helplessly.

“Mother, don’t listen to her. No one can match Mu Yunjin’s talent for talking nonsense,” Shen Wanning said angrily, quickly looking toward Murong Rusu.

Murong Rusu stood up, scanned the room, and finally let her gaze fall on Mu Yunjin. She walked slowly toward Mu Yunjin and gave her a slight smile.

“Phoenix Lady, you killed Wanning’s beloved, which indeed deserves death. But that person was an evil ghost who had committed numerous crimes, so you also did a good deed. With merits and faults balancing each other, you must perform one more good deed before I can help you save these people,” Murong Rusu said calmly.

“Mother…” Shen Wanning frowned, wanting to continue, but was silenced by a sharp look from Murong Rusu.

Mu Yunjin was feeling annoyed at this point. Originally, Murong Rusu had already agreed to save the people, but Shen Wanning had come to interrupt, and now she had to perform a good deed to save people…

“Enough! If you don’t want to save people, just leave! So much trouble just to save a few people! Indeed, birds of a feather flock together!” Daoist Wind Xuan, hearing Murong Rusu’s words, became angry, his tone full of rage at how difficult it was to get her to save people.

Hearing this, Murong Rusu laughed lightly, and without another word, turned to leave.

“Master, wait,” Mu Yunjin called out to Murong Rusu.

Then, as Murong Rusu turned around, she snatched the jade pendant that Daoist Wind Xuan had been clutching tightly in his palm.

“Now, I’ve helped you find your jade pendant. Doesn’t that count as a good deed?” Mu Yunjin extended her hand, presenting the jade pendant to Murong Rusu.

Murong Rusu looked at the jade pendant but didn’t reach out to take it. Just when Mu Yunjin thought there was no hope, Murong Rusu walked to the table from earlier, picked up the brush, and wrote a string of characters on the paper.

Seeing this, Mu Yunjin gave Shen Wanning a triumphant look.

Shen Wanning clenched her fists, her face full of resentment.

“Have your Imperial Physicians prepare medicine according to this prescription. Take it twice daily, and the poison will be neutralized in seven days,” Murong Rusu handed the prescription paper to Mu Yunjin.

Mu Yunjin glanced at it and reached out to take it.

“Master, your jade pendant,” Mu Yunjin extended the jade pendant in her hand once more.

Murong Rusu shook her head. “I don’t want it anymore.”

With those words, she turned to leave.

Seeing Murong Rusu about to leave, Mu Yunjin quickly spoke up, “Master, please wait.”

“What is it?” Murong Rusu looked at Mu Yunjin.

Mu Yunjin smiled and pointed at Shen Wanning, her gaze passing over her chest with a mischievous look. “I’ve heard that Master Murong’s daughter has a red birthmark on her chest. I wonder if Miss Shen has one?”

“Do you think the mother who gave birth to me and raised me wouldn’t know about my birthmark?” Shen Wanning immediately replied with displeasure.

“Who knows if your birthmark is self-forged?” Mu Yunjin folded her arms, sneered coldly, and rolled her eyes at Shen Wanning.

Nearby, Daoist Wind Xuan laughed mockingly when he heard this. “Exactly!”

“Forge? Mu Yunjin, do you have the ability to forge a birthmark?” Shen Wanning laughed coldly.

“Nothing is impossible for those who are determined,” Mu Yunjin smiled gently.

Shen Wanning bit her lip, clenching her fingers so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably. “Fine, then I’ll let you see whether my birthmark is forged or not!”

With those words, Shen Wanning, completely disregarding the current setting, began to quickly undo her sash.

Seeing this, Daoist Wind Xuan immediately turned away, averting his eyes.

The great hall was currently filled with noblewomen, young ladies, and a few palace maids and eunuchs. After Shen Wanning removed her outer garment, she shamelessly unfastened her undergarment as well, walked up to Mu Yunjin, and pointed at the blood-red birthmark on her chest.

“Mu Yunjin, look at this birthmark and tell me if it’s real or fake!”

In that moment, Mu Yunjin felt her eyes were being assaulted. Shen Wanning really couldn’t resist provocation.

Although she had no interest in studying women’s chests, since Shen Wanning had gone this far, it would be a waste not to look.

“Hmm, it seems real!” After looking for a while, Mu Yunjin reached her conclusion and looked up at Shen Wanning with a mocking smile at the corner of her lips.

“It’s quite large too, no wonder Black Robe was so fond of you,” she added finally.

Hearing these words, Shen Wanning was momentarily stunned. Catching Mu Yunjin’s cunning gaze, she realized she had fallen for Mu Yunjin’s trick.

Birthmark or not, why should she show it to Mu Yunjin?

With this thought, Shen Wanning immediately angrily fastened her undergarment and put on her outer clothes, her venomous gaze seemingly wanting to tear apart the smiling Mu Yunjin before her.

Throughout this entire series of actions by Shen Wanning, Murong Rusu maintained her silence, as if Shen Wanning were completely unrelated to her.

“Mother, let’s go,” Shen Wanning said with a gloomy face as she walked toward Murong Rusu.

Murong Rusu nodded and, without lingering any further, flew away.

Shen Wanning closely followed Murong Rusu’s departure.

After the mother and daughter had left, Daoist Wind Xuan turned around and looked at Mu Yunjin. “Well, was that birthmark real or fake?”

“Fake,” Mu Yunjin replied carelessly.

“Fake? How did you tell?” Daoist Wind Xuan asked eagerly.

Mu Yunjin’s eyes flickered slightly. “That birthmark was made by pricking herself with a needle.”

“But how did she know what pattern the birthmark should be?” Daoist Wind Xuan asked further.

“Shen Wanning is Black Robe’s person. Black Robe was once your fellow disciple. He knew what the birthmark looked like, so what’s strange about that?” Mu Yunjin raised an eyebrow.

Hearing this, Daoist Wind Xuan cursed under his breath, “Shameless enough, even peeking at a little girl’s body.”

“Master, didn’t you notice earlier that Master Murong’s attitude toward Shen Wanning was also strange?” Mu Yunjin said.

“How was it strange? Wasn’t she just taking that dead girl’s side!” Daoist Wind Xuan felt uncomfortable all over just thinking about Shen Wanning.

Mu Yunjin smiled faintly. “Compare my mother’s attitude toward me with Master Murong’s attitude toward Shen Wanning…”

“This…” Daoist Wind Xuan frowned.

“Let’s not talk about this matter anymore. Master Murong is meticulous and surely has her plans. Anyway, we now have the prescription for the antidote, so we can leave!” Mu Yunjin stood up, waving the prescription in her hand.

Daoist Wind Xuan nodded. “Let’s go, let’s go. Every time I meet Murong Rusu, I get a headache…”