To the east of the Imperial Capital was the old residence of the Fang family.
After confirming that no one was following him, Qiao Mu displayed his light skills and leaped over the courtyard wall, landing in the old residence’s garden.
It was now late at night, with the moonlight illuminating half of the wall. With a gentle breeze, the rustling of leaves could be heard, and the shadows of two jujube trees swayed on the wall.
Fang Yuan, who was still awake, sat under the eaves and watched as Qiao Mu flew into the courtyard. He felt a inexplicable excitement in his heart.
"Is Senior Qiao injured?"
He naturally knew about Qiao Mu’s mission to bring the Blood Moon Chart. However, with his own abilities, if he were to get involved, not only would he be of no help, but he might also die in vain.
"Just a minor injury," Qiao Mu replied casually.
He was indeed very calm.
Other than severe injuries like fatal wounds or severed meridians, everything else is considered minor injuries, and he is already used to it.
Fang Yuan’s mind shook, then he looked at the injury on Qiao Mu’s shoulder.
"So Senior Qiao’s injury was caused by the Sword Ghost…"
"Don’t underestimate me, what abilities does that Sword Ghost have to harm me?"
Qiao Mu didn’t explain further.
Suddenly, there was a meow, and a very fast black shadow darted out of the shadow of the courtyard wall.
It was the Impermanent Demon Cat, currently circling around Qiao Mu’s body, looking extremely anxious and meowing in a distressed manner.
"Ghost, did you secretly go out to do something dangerous in the middle of the night? Without taking me?"
Qiao Mu naturally couldn’t understand what the cat meant, so he just imagined it in his pure mind.
He noticed that this cat didn’t show the same obsessed look as before when sucking in life energy.
Perhaps this meant that his journey tonight didn’t actually encounter any real life-threatening danger?
In the next moment, the cat pounced on his face like a butterfly and then its claws held onto his shoulder, while its tongue licked the wound on Qiao Mu’s shoulder.
The tongue of a feline animal has barbs, and this Impermanent Demon Cat is a creature of the supernatural, so it wouldn’t be impossible even if its tongue grew sharp fangs.
With this lick, Qiao Mu felt a strange combination of pain and numbing relief.
After the licking session, the pain on his shoulder actually lessened and even the bleeding stopped.
"I can’t believe there’s such a use for tongues? Massaging with a tongue?"
Qiao Mu seemed quite surprised.
The cat seemed to vaguely know that Qiao Mu was praising him, and proudly raised its round little head, with a look that said "keep praising me!"
Qiao Mu gently scratched the cat’s chin, making the little kitty comfortably close its eyes and stick out its tongue.
"It has a rough tongue." In the moment when the cat closed its eyes, Qiao Mu swiftly moved and pinched its unpredictable tongue, truly experiencing the sensation of a cat’s tongue.
"Meow meow…" The unpredictable cat struggled and swiftly slapped Qiao Mu’s hand twice, then after breaking free, it hid in the shadow under the eaves, looking at Qiao Mu cautiously from a distance.
Fang Yuan didn’t pay attention to Qiao Mu’s playfulness with the cat, his attention was always on the wound on Qiao Mu’s shoulder.
"Senior Qiao, this seems to be more than just an ordinary external injury." Fang Yuan said.
Although the wound on the shoulder was no longer bleeding, it emitted a faint chill and there were even faint traces of frost forming.
"Wei En’s claws carry a poisonous chill… Although the wound isn’t deep, it’s a bit troublesome," Qiao Mu thought to himself.
This injury is not serious.
Fang Yuan couldn’t help but speak up.
Qiao Mu avenged him, and he naturally felt grateful, but he couldn’t repay the favor. So, when he saw that Qiao Mu was injured at this moment, he expressed his willingness to introduce the renowned doctor.
"In the past, he did a kind thing, not afraid of offending the Sword Ghost, and told me that my parents were hurt in their spirits by the Eye Attacking Technique. Perhaps he can help treat the older generation’s injuries."
"Why bother seeking medical treatment for such a minor injury?" Qiao Mu didn’t pay attention.
"Tomorrow, I will continue to sell paintings in the antique street."
"If I’m still not better tomorrow, I will go the day after."
If it’s a serious injury, Qiao Mu will just end his own life right there, exchanging old age for a refreshed body, not caring about any injuries.
What he is more concerned about is when Qiao Shuanglin will die this time.
The Imperial Capital hides many talented individuals, which means that by acting so conspicuously, it’s estimated that his reputation will spread quickly.
Fang Yuan had no objections.
Or even if he had objections, it wouldn’t change Qiao Mu’s decision.
He just took a deep look at Qiao Mu and his figure deeply imprinted on his eyes.
When he was young, his father told him that he was only seven years old when he was placed under someone else’s care, but he never forgot the kindness of his biological father. So now, he naturally cannot readily accept Qiao Shuanglin’s kindness towards him.
He repays others in the same way they treat him.
His father treats him as his own, and he sees his father as his biological father.
He is currently weak and only holds the 9th rank, which doesn’t allow him to help Qiao Mu. But it doesn’t stop him from setting goals in his heart.
It was just dawn when Qiao Mu appeared once again on Antique Street in Imperial Capital.
He was still the same as yesterday, promoting the Blood Moon Chart, boasting that the painting is worth ten thousand silver taels.
The street vendors around were all gone.
Anyone who was well-informed or had some experience would know that this old man was extraordinary.
Holding a valuable ancient painting worth thousands of taels, capable of attracting martial artists of rank 4th and above, he was shouting and selling it in the busy market. The next day, he appeared unharmed and continued to sell it as if nothing had happened… Who wouldn’t know that this old man was an expert fisherman?
Inside the Hai family’s mansion, when Hai Wuya heard this news from the old butler, his usually calm and composed heart started to ripple.
Hai Wuya squinted his eyes and thought of Qiao Zhong in the heavenly prison.
In the past, when he was in the heavenly prison, he didn’t know if he would be able to come out alive.
So, in reality, he treated sixty-year-old Qiao Zhong as a disciple inheriting his legacy.
Now, Qiao Zhong passed away before him, and he also heard that Qiao’s family appeared in the Imperial Capital. How could he not be filled with mixed emotions?