Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort

Chapter 822: Chapter 257: Amazing, Qingge!

The rosy glow lasted for as long as a stick of incense before it slowly dissipated.

The dean of the Alchemy Institute slowly walked out the door, where many Alchemy Masters were already waiting for him on the steps.

”Dean.”

”Dean.”

”Dean!”

As soon as he appeared, everyone called out in unison.

”Has someone gained insight into the Twelve Pill Paths?” he asked casually.

The dean of the Alchemy Institute, with an immortal demeanor, white hair fluttering, and a wide robe billowed by the breeze, seemed ready to ride the wind at any moment.

The Alchemy Masters standing below him were revered both inside and outside the Alchemy Institute.

However, at this moment, in his presence, they all showed respectfulness.

Upon hearing his words, someone stepped forward, saluting, ”Dean, yes.”

”Oh? This is indeed a joyful event for our Alchemy Institute. Among this generation of disciples, besides Xinghai, no one else has been able to comprehend the Twelve Pill Paths.” The dean of the Alchemy Institute smiled kindly, his gaze wandering over them, ”Which of your students is the talented one?”

Yet, this question caused those Alchemy Masters to become awkward and slightly embarrassed.

Their reaction made the dean of the Alchemy Institute frown with slight curiosity.

Finally, the one who had spoken before gritted his teeth and said, ”It is... a newly admitted disciple.”

”A newly admitted disciple?” In the eyes of the dean of the Alchemy Institute appeared an interested expression. He said, ”It is not yet time for the Inner Courtyard assessment, yet there is a new disciple.”

Slightly smiling, ”Is it that City Lord Mu from Luoxing City? Or is it his companion?”

”Dean, you are wise. The one who comprehended the Twelve Pill Paths is indeed City Lord Mu.” The person cupped his hands and said.

The dean of the Alchemy Institute raised the corners of his mouth with a smile, ”Very good. I remember he entered the institute but little more than four months ago.”

”Yes.”

”In just over four months, he managed to comprehend all Twelve Pill Paths. His perceptiveness is much higher than Xinghai’s! Moreover, he is currently the first on the Green Talent List and the only Holy Level Refiner in the Middle Ancient Realm.” The dean of the Alchemy Institute slowly remarked. His gaze fell on them, jokingly, ”Did you all come here with the intention to take him as a disciple?”

This remark made many feel embarrassed.

They indeed came with the intention of taking him as a disciple, hoping the dean would make the decision.

However, the dean of the Alchemy Institute slowly shook his head, sighing, ”I heard he entered as a Divine Level Alchemist. Xinghai also mentioned he possesses the perfect realm we Pill Masters dream of. Now, he has broken the record of the Alchemy Institute by comprehending the Twelve Pill Paths. Do you think you can teach him anything? Even I wouldn’t dare mention the words ’master and disciple’ before him.”

These words dealt a blow to the Pill Masters.

Indeed, Mu Qingge’s starting point was too high; even if they wanted to accept this extraordinary disciple, they lacked the capability to teach him anything.

”Put your intentions away. To him, the Alchemy Institute is just a passing place. He is destined not to stay here long. If you wish, you can form a good connection with him during the time he is still here. Maybe it will yield unexpected outcomes in the future.” The dean of the Alchemy Institute said.

The Alchemy Masters collectively fell silent.

”Well... Dean, there’s something I’m not sure if I should mention.” The person who spoke earlier hesitated.

The dean of the Alchemy Institute cast a calm gaze on him, nodding, ”What is it that you feel should not be said?”

The person raised his head, looking at the dean of the Alchemy Institute, ”While Mu Qingge was comprehending the Alchemy Dao, the ancestor was inexplicably guarding by his side.”

”Hmm?” At last, the news disrupted the previously calm expression of the dean of the Alchemy Institute.

However, he didn’t elaborate further. He merely instructed the others, ”I know about this; whatever the ancestor intends, she knows in her heart. No one is to disturb her.”

”Yes, Dean.”

Everyone bowed.

The dean of the Alchemy Institute waved his hand, dismissively, ”You may all leave.”

...

Before the twelve shadow walls, the soaring rosy glow finally subsided.

The smooth shadow walls returned to calmness, the colors deepening once more.

Mu Qingge’s forehead shimmered with golden light, gradually withdrawn, returning to normal. She rose from before the twelfth shadow wall, her stance upright, presenting a firm and resolute impression.

She brushed her sleeves, turned, and walked towards Yao Xinghai.

As she approached, the people around, in a daze, hurriedly made way, the expressions on their faces full of astonished admiration.

Lian Qiao quietly followed behind Mu Qingge; she didn’t care if Mu Qingge had comprehended the Alchemy Dao, only that she could see Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge stopped in front of Yao Xinghai.

Yao Xinghai, with a complex expression, said, ”Congratulations.” His words were filled with sincerity. He had underestimated Mu Qingge but bore no jealousy towards her.

”Thank you,” Mu Qingge replied indifferently.

Yao Xinghai’s lips moved slightly, asking, ”Having comprehended all twelve Alchemy Daos, what conclusion have you drawn?”

”And you?” Mu Qingge asked in return.

”Me?” Yao Xinghai smiled faintly. ”Back then, it took me three years to comprehend the Alchemy Daos of the twelve shadow walls, and about half a year to arrive at an answer. Shall we say it together?”

”Alright.” Mu Qingge nodded, decisively agreeing.

Their conversation made the surrounding disciples perk up their ears, eager to hear their insights.

”Comprehend one’s Dao to achieve sainthood.”

”Comprehend one’s Dao to achieve sainthood.”

Eight words, without a single deviation, came from both Mu Qingge and Yao Xinghai.

The same answer, like a pebble tossed into calm water, stirred waves in the hearts of the disciples around.

Comprehend one’s Dao to achieve sainthood.

Mu Qingge took a deep breath; she finally understood why she could never breakthrough to the Holy Level—it was because she did not have her own Alchemy Dao.

”I was right about you; you are a formidable opponent.” Yao Xinghai said with burning eyes.

Mu Qingge smiled faintly, asking, ”Has your Alchemy Dao formed?”

However, this question was not directly answered by Yao Xinghai, who merely reminded, ”There is only one month left until the Alchemy Conference. Our battle shall be at the Alchemy Conference.”

After speaking, he turned and left.

That retreating figure was filled with soaring combat spirit.

Watching Yao Xinghai leave, Mu Qingge then looked towards the place where Mei Zizhong, Zhao Nanxing, Shang Zisu, and Zhu Ling stood, smiling knowingly. She knew she had worried them again.

She walked towards the four, and Lian Qiao originally wanted to follow, but suddenly felt something, frowned slightly, and quietly left.

Mu Qingge did not notice Lian Qiao leaving, even if she did, she wouldn’t mind.

She reached the four, Zhao Nanxing and Zhu Ling immediately gave her a thumbs up.

”Impressive, Qingge!” Zhao Nanxing said with a smile.

With a playful laugh, Zhu Ling said, ”If there’s ever a time when Qingge isn’t impressive, that’s when I’d find it strange.”

”It’s a pity no one set up a betting pool today.” Suddenly, a remark by Shang Zisu left everyone momentarily stunned.

After a moment of surprise, the five of them all burst into laughter.

...

In the lavish courtyard, Lian Qiao sat in a large chair. It’s not that the chair was big, but rather that she was too small.

Returning here, her face was no longer innocent and harmless, but restored to a kind of weariness not fitting her appearance.

”Why did you summon me back?” Lian Qiao’s gaze was dark as she looked at the Alchemy Institute’s dean standing before her.

The dean of the Alchemy Institute showed a respectful demeanor in front of Lian Qiao and cautiously asked, ”I’ve heard the patriarch is quite interested in the new disciple at the institute?”

Lian Qiao sneered, dissatisfied, ”Who was it complaining to you again?”

The dean’s face showed a helpless smile.

Lian Qiao’s young face was filled with a sense of loss. She said softly, ”Don’t you think she and he are so alike? That look, that aura, that pride.”

In her eyes, a deep longing surfaced.

The dean sighed inwardly and said to Lian Qiao, ”Patriarch, Master has already...”

”No! Don’t tell me that. He promised he’d return.” Lian Qiao interrupted him loudly.

The dean gritted his teeth and said, ”Mu Qingge is ultimately not the Master, and he won’t stay here for long.”

”Then I’ll leave with her!” Lian Qiao said resolutely. ”Watching her, life doesn’t feel so hard.”

But the dean was greatly alarmed and stopped her, ”Patriarch, you mustn’t! Only by staying here can I protect you. If you leave and those above find out, you...”

Saying this, he actually knelt on the ground, pleading, ”Patriarch, I promised the Master never to let you be captured by those people. Please, don’t be willful and just stay in the Alchemy Institute.”

Lian Qiao’s expression was complex, she didn’t look at the Alchemy Institute’s dean, pleading bitterly despite his status, and only murmured, ”This Alchemy Institute was established by him with great effort. You’re also his only disciple. I won’t make things difficult for you; you can leave.”

”Patriarch!” The dean looked up at her.

However, Lian Qiao closed her eyes, hiding the pain at the bottom of her gaze.

The dean had no choice but to retreat.

After he left, the doors of the room automatically closed, and the light inside instantly dimmed.

Lian Qiao curled up, wrapping herself into a ball, nestled in the corner of the chair, burying her small face in her knees, and began to cry suppressedly.

”How long, how long, how long do you want me to wait?” Lian Qiao’s cries sounded heartbreaking.

Such a waiting across the ages, those who haven’t experienced it cannot understand.

...

On the way back to the residence, Zhao Nanxing asked, ”Qingge, who is that little girl always following you?”

Lian Qiao?

Mu Qingge’s mouth twitched; she almost forgot about this person.

However, her identity, she couldn’t truthfully tell her friends. She thought for a moment and casually said, ”Not sure which master’s closed-door disciple, met by chance and got attached to me.”

”Qingge’s charm is truly irresistible!” Zhu Ling giggled.

Mu Qingge said with a peculiar expression, ”Not really. It seems...” She frowned and then continued, ”It seems it’s because I resemble a certain relative of hers, and she hasn’t seen that relative for some time, so that’s why.”

Her explanation was reasonable and also satisfied others’ curiosity.

”Qingge, there’s only a month left until the Alchemy Conference. What’s your plan next?” Mei Zizhong asked.

Today, he saw Yao Xinghai and felt he wasn’t a simple person and might be difficult to deal with.

Mu Qingge was rather calm, ”No plan really; in the remaining time, I’ll just retreat and savor my accomplishments during this period.”

She needs to comprehend her own Alchemy Dao, break her bottleneck, and become a Holy Level Alchemist.

”That’s good too; we won’t disturb you during this time.” Shang Zisu nodded.

The five of them had dinner together before scattering.

Returning to her room, Mu Qingge was pulled into space by Si Mo.

Upon entering, she saw the man’s gloomy and cold face.

”Uh, I was outside comprehending Alchemy Dao and lost track of time.” Seeing the man’s resentful, unfulfilled expression, how could she not know why he was angry?

Her words caused Si Mo’s gloomy face to relax as he sighed and pulled her into his embrace, burying his head in her neck, muffled, ”Ge’er, was I ever like this, helpless with you?”

This seemingly childish complaint, filled with grievance, made Mu Qingge feel some compassion. She raised her hand, gently stroking the man’s smooth long hair.

Si Mo raised his head, and Mu Qingge looked at this close handsome face, unable to resist placing a soft peck on his lips.

This made Si Mo’s amber eyes instantly become dark, his emotions long restrained easily stirred by Mu Qingge. ”Ge’er, if you don’t want to, don’t do this.”

Mu Qingge arched her brow, and her mouth followed with a playful rise.

Her fingers lifted Si Mo’s chin, looking at him with a teasing gaze, ”Now that I’ve hidden you here, how I want to act depends on my mood, doesn’t it?”

”Ge’er...” Si Mo was made parched by her gaze. Is his Ge’er intending to torment him?

Mu Qingge leaped into his arms. Si Mo promptly caught her with both hands, a trace of joy in his eyes.

”Serve your Lord well, there’s a reward!” Mu Qingge joked.