After this experience, Song Han didn’t recover until a few days. He carefully changed his card to a more secure sign.

This way, his sign wouldn’t spread out so easily, and he could better use his ability at critical moments.

He also worked harder to learn related card knowledge, so that he could use it at any time.

He seemed to have become more mature overnight. He even rejected his friends’ invitations to go out and play. If not for Shen Chun praising him for working hard, people might have thought that he was possessed.

On the other hand, Mu Chen wasn’t so well-off.

Although Mu Chen was seriously injured, he kept replaying the scene in the auction house in his mind while he was in a coma.

His incompetence and anger formed a stark contrast with the calm Fu Shi. Jealousy and hatred made it difficult for him to calm down or even recuperate.

Mu Xue came over every day to deliver food to the Sect Master. Mu Chen felt a deeper sense of inferiority and humiliation without her even saying anything.

When Mu Xue came over to deliver food today, he finally couldn’t help but grab her hand!

“You know that Chunchun loves me.” Mu Chen’s expression was distorted as he stared at Mu Xue’s cold face and he was so worked up that even his gums were trembling.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Mu Xue said with a cold gaze, “I only know that you don’t do your job properly and stalk a married woman every day. Yesterday, you almost exploded because you used too much internal energy.”

“No, you know that Chunchun and I are childhood sweethearts. We’re even engaged…” Mu Chen reached out to grab Mu Xue’s hand, but Mu Xue slapped him away.

“Wake up! I’ve had enough of you! Look at Langcang Mountain now. Look at the loose spell formation at the back of the mountain. Langcang Mountain is about to be destroyed, so what’s the point of chasing after that shrew every day?!”

Mu Chen explained nervously to his junior sister, “Chunchun isn’t a shrew. I’ll win her back! I’ll also repair the loose curse array. I can do it well!”

His junior sister had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Although she spoke harshly, she treated him well.

Out of habit, Mu Chen wanted to coax her again. “Fu Shi is just a mortal, so it’s very easy for us to get rid of him. We can make up for it with Chunchun.”

“Chunchun? Who’s Chunchun?! Is there anything else in your mind? What spell did that woman cast on you for you to be her? You’re the sect master of Langcang Mountain, but what’s the difference between you and a bootlicker now? Your mind is controlled by your own selfish desires. You’re not worthy of this position!”

“This isn’t selfish desire. This is love!” A little agitated, Mu Chen sat up with difficulty and explained to Mu Xue seriously, “Why are we here? It’s because of my love for Chunchun! Didn’t you and 1 transmigrate for a thousand years for her sake?!”

“Slap!”

A loud slap landed on Mu Chen’s face and it burned.

“You’re really selfish, and you’re unworthy of being the Sect Master.”

Mu Xue gave Mu Chen a bone-chilling look and left without looking back.

Mu Chen covered his face and muttered to himself with a vacant gaze, “When you come back, Chunchun, you’ll be the Madam of the Sect Master. I won’t let anything happen to you, nor will 1 let anything happen to Langcang Mountain.”

Shen Chun’s smile appeared in front of him again, and Mu Chen began to feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

He was such a powerful cultivator, so the difficulty of killing Fu Shi was no different from crushing an ant with his bare hands.

At the thought of this, he was satisfied again and the blackness of his pupils started to spread. “Fu Shi, just you wait..”