klisemfg Chapter 962: The Wife Who Has No Spiritual Roots in the Cultivation Novels
Chapter 962: The Wife Who Has No Spiritual Roots in the Cultivation Novels
He found an open space and built a bonfire. He gathered spiritual power on his fingertips and easily cleaned the pheasant. He coated it with the seasoning that Miaomiao had bought during the day and then roasted it over the fire.
Before long, a rich fragrance spread, attracting Miaomiao to peek over frequently.
"Okay, you can eat."
Shen Qingci only roasted some for himself and the little girl, and gave the remaining chicken and the fish to Qinghe who was standing by to deal with them, so they were no longer his responsibility.
When Shen Qingci handed the golden roasted chicken leg to Miaomiao, his eyes were full of tenderness.
This tender and delicious-looking chicken is not a real pheasant, but a disguised spiritual beast hiding deep in the mountains.
Miaomiao took the chicken leg and took a careful bite. The tender meat with the aroma of the seasoning made her squint her eyes.
"It's delicious! It's even better than the ones cooked by the chefs in Qingyun City!
It’s even better than what our chefs make.”
Miaomiao was eating so much that her eyebrows and eyes were not visible. Looking at Shen Qingci, she felt that he was a god. Not only could he hunt, but the food he cooked was also ridiculously delicious.
Shen Qingci watched her eat with a satisfied look on her face, and he also felt that this roast chicken was more delicious than any delicacy he had ever eaten.
As the night deepened, the only sound left in the forest was the crackling of the campfire.
Miaomiao, Qinghe and the others had already fallen asleep, and the sound of even breathing could be heard from the tent.
Shen Qingci sat by the campfire, his fingertips gently stroking the storage bag, a deep light flashing in his eyes.
He raised his hand, and the few drops of Miaomiao's blood wrapped in spiritual power that were previously placed in his mustard bag floated in the palm of his hand. The bright red blood beads shone with a fine luster under the moonlight.
Shen Qingci was a little reluctant. After thinking for a long time, he separated out a trace of blood and formed a tiny round bead. Then Shen Qingci wrapped the remaining blood with spiritual power and put it back into his mustard seed bag for safekeeping.
Afterwards, he took out a jade pendant from the mustard seed space, gathered spiritual power on his fingertips, and gently sprinkled the half drop of blood on the jade pendant.
Soon, a magical scene happened.
Under the influence of blood, the jade pendant began to slowly deform, the lines gradually faded, and the outline became clearer and clearer. In just a moment, it turned into a doll that looked exactly like Miaomiao!
Not only were the doll's clothes and hairstyle exactly the same as Miaomiao's at the moment, but even the cuteness in its eyes and eyebrows was imitated vividly. If it weren't for the fact that it didn't breathe, it would be almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
Shen Qingci looked at the puppet, his eyes full of concentration. Soon, he raised his hand again, cut his fingertips, and dripped a drop of his blood onto the puppet's brow.
The moment the two drops of blood mixed, a faint golden light emanated from the puppet's body, and its originally stiff posture became soft, as if it had a faint breath of life.
"That's what it looks like."
Shen Qingci whispered to himself, it was fake after all. Although he looked at it seriously, there was not a trace of infatuation in his eyes.
Soon, he casually picked up four wooden branches from the ground, and swept them with his spiritual power to create puppets of Qinghe and others.
It’s just that these dolls are not made with much care. They look like human beings and have some shadows of those people.
But it doesn't matter. Once the clothes are changed, there will be almost no flaws.
After doing all this, he raised his hand and waved it, and the puppets turned into several shadows, flying silently towards the direction of Qingyun City, and finally landed at the Yuelai Inn where they had stayed before.
Along with the puppet went the illusion he had set up earlier. When the two were combined, even someone in the middle stage of the Core Formation Realm could be fooled.
For now, that is enough.
Shen Qingci looked at the direction where the puppet disappeared, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
His spiritual sense had already sensed that although the two tracking auras were temporarily diverted by the previous phantom, they did not completely leave. Instead, they were lingering in the dark, obviously still confirming their whereabouts.
Now that this puppet is combined with the illusion, it is just right to set up a trap to lure out the hiding person.
He wanted to see who was afraid of the power of Qingyun Sect and did not dare to take action in the city, and insisted that his little girl go outside the city before showing her fangs.
He also wanted to see what these people were planning against Miaomiao!
After doing all this, Shen Qingci sat back by the campfire, his eyes falling on Miaomiao's tent. The coldness in his eyes gradually faded away, leaving only tenderness and a hint of obsession that he himself was not aware of.
He raised his hand and laid down an invisible spiritual barrier around the tent, which could not only isolate the cold from the outside world, but also provide an immediate warning when there was any unusual movement.
The night wind blew through the mountains and forests, and the leaves rustled.
The night wind blew through the mountains and forests, picking up the fine fallen leaves and dropping them beside the campfire.
Shen Qingci sat outside the tent, his eyes always on Miaomiao's tent. The tip of his nose seemed to still be lingering with the faint fragrance of her body, a sweet scent with a hint of fireworks. Shen Qingci could even smell a hint of roasted chicken, which made him more excited than the fragrance of any spiritual plant in the world of cultivation.
He subconsciously moved towards the tent, his fingertips almost touching the tent curtain.
However, the fact that he was too engrossed yesterday and ended up hurting her hand made Shen Qingci somewhat hesitant.
On the first day, he scared her, and on the second day, he hurt her. Tonight, he should rest well outside and not disturb her.
But no matter what he thought, there was only a voice in his heart shouting, "Come closer."
Even if it's just through the tent, it would be nice to be closer to her.
He could even see Miaomiao sleeping soundly in the tent, her eyelashes drooping lightly and her breathing even, like a docile kitten.
"Just a little closer so as not to wake her."
Shen Qingci persuaded himself in his heart and was about to stand up when he suddenly sensed a weak spiritual power fluctuation coming from the sky.
He frowned, raised his hand, and a paper crane with a light blue glow was pinched in his palm.
The paper crane even carried the unique spiritual energy of the leader of Qingyun Sect, which was obviously a message from the leader.
"What's the matter?"
Shen Qingci gathered spiritual power at his fingertips and was about to activate the paper crane when he suddenly remembered Miaomiao who was sleeping soundly in the tent.
If the headmaster's voice were to be heard, it would surely wake her up.
A hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. He exerted a little force with his fingers and crushed the paper crane into pieces. The fluctuation of spiritual power stagnated instantly.
Shen Qingci's originally beautiful thoughts were completely shattered by the sudden appearance of the paper crane, leaving only a heart full of depression.
He finally managed to restrain his desire to go and accompany his little girl, but someone came to disturb him at this moment.
If the Sect Master was not his closest person, he would have probably shattered the spiritual power used to transmit the message.