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Chapter 475, The Robe of Free Will

From the first-grade Xuanhuang Fruit to the fifth-grade Xuanhuang Fruit, Hua Changxi refined a total of five fruits to break the shackles of Jing Sheng's physical body.

The Xuanhuang Fruit truly lives up to its reputation as a rare treasure of heaven and earth, with immediate and noticeable effects.

Jing Sheng resumed absorbing the vital energy from the Zhu Rong Stone, and the speed increased visibly, like parched land suddenly receiving sweet rain.

Under the surge of massive amounts of blood and energy, his originally withered and weak body gradually became fuller, his atrophied muscles began to become firm and plump, and even his stagnant bones began to grow with crackling sounds.

At this moment, Jing Sheng exuded a vibrant life force from the inside out.

Nourished by the vast energy and blood, Jing Sheng's aura rose steadily, becoming increasingly powerful.

Hua Changxi stood quietly to the side, her eyes slightly narrowed, looking directly into the body through the skin—and saw countless tiny red lights quietly emerging in the surging river of blood.

These points of light, like stars, converged, intertwined, and condensed in an instant, transforming into a crimson, dripping blood-like chain.

As the bloodline chains reformed, the nine horrifying blood holes on Jing Sheng's back began to show signs of healing, with fleshy buds starting to wriggle.

Seeing this, Hua Changxi finally felt relieved. She took out another batch of Zhu Rong stones and placed them around Jing Sheng to ensure that the Qi and blood power was sufficient before walking towards Gongshu Xingyan.

Have you made up your mind?

Gongshu Xingyan no longer harbored the mentality of 'using his status as a master craftsman to inflate prices'. He looked at Hua Changxi with a very serious expression: 'What do you mean by 'considering'?'

Hua Changxi looked at the nascent soul in Gongshu Xingyan's dantian, which was riddled with eighty-one black nails, and said very clearly: "I have a way to remove the ghost nails on your nascent soul. What price are you prepared to pay?"

Gongshu Xingyan looked astonished: "You can tell that my nascent soul has been sealed by the ghost nails?"

Hua Changxi said calmly, "I am a healer."

Gongshu Xingyan stared intently at Hua Changxi, realizing that this man was even more formidable than he had imagined: "I can forge weapons for the Vermilion Bird Army, but I am, after all, a master weapon forger."

Hua Changxi interrupted him: "What's the highest grade of magic weapon you can refine?"

Gongshu Xingyan tilted his head back and said, "Before I was captured by the Ghost Clan, the highest-grade magic weapon I could forge was a sixth-grade one. However, when I was imprisoned in the Ghost Prison, the Ghost King asked me to forge a seventh-grade magic weapon. Although I failed to forge it in the end due to a lack of materials, the semi-finished product I made was still above the sixth grade."

Hua Changxi listened with a skeptical look: "You, a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, can refine a seventh-grade magic weapon? Are you trying to lie to me that you don't know how to refine weapons?"

Gongshu Xingyan snorted: "Do you even know what a weapon-refining genius is?" He looked at Hua Changxi as if she were making a fuss over nothing.

Hua Changxi looked at him and pondered for a moment, then silently calculated in her mind before saying, "I will remove the ghost nail from your nascent soul, and in addition to the favor of saving you from the Ghost Realm, you will also provide the Vermilion Bird Army with a hundred years of military equipment. Then we will be even."

Gongshu Xingyan was getting tired of listening: "Palace Master Hua, you gave that kid the Ghost Fire Token and the Xuanhuang Fruit, but why are you so stingy with me?"

Hua Changxi looked at him expressionlessly: "Putting aside the fact that I was able to escape the heavenly punishment and leave the ghost realm entirely thanks to Jing Sheng; just the fact that Jing Sheng single-handedly guarded the Ghost Fire Well and prevented the ghost energy and ghost fire from spreading throughout the human world, his merit of sacrificing himself to protect the world is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"Tell me, how can you compare to him?"

Gongshu Xingyan opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but in the end he found himself speechless and could only remain silent.

Seeing his reaction, Hua Changxi did not urge him.

Now, the matter at Ghost Fire Well has come to an end.

Fang Zhuyue's Vermilion Bird Army guarded the Ghost Fire Well, cultivating the 'Crimson Nether Flame Prison' while healing their injuries. Jing Sheng's injuries had also stabilized and were healing, so she no longer needed to watch over him. The group of rogue cultivators were also handed over to Song Weimin for management.

Hua Changxi's gaze fell on Gongshu Xingyan again: "I'm going to take Song Weimin to take over Nanxiang County. I'll be in seclusion to heal my injuries for a while. You can think about it here."

"I hope that by the time I come next time, you will have thought it through." Seeing that Hua Changxi was about to leave and then go into seclusion to heal her injuries, Gongshu Xingyan became anxious.

He's not some clueless young man; having suffered divine punishment, his injuries are definitely not minor. Heaven knows how long Hua Changxi will have to go into seclusion.

"I agree."

He's just forging weapons for the Vermilion Bird Army for a hundred years, so he can forge them. Now that he's back in the human world, even if things get worse, they won't get so bad that he'll be trapped in the Ghost Prison.

When Hua Changxi saw that he agreed, she immediately smiled and said, "Don't look so serious. Don't worry, I'm not one to mistreat my own people. Just focus on refining weapons for the Vermilion Bird Army, and I won't skimp on your cultivation resources."

Afterwards, Hua Changxi gave Fang Zhuyue some instructions, telling him to guard the Ghost Fire Well, and then led Gongshu Xing to create the nine-story prison tower.

As soon as she came out, Hua Changxi quickly took out the Fuwa mask and put it on.

Upon seeing this, Gongshu Xingyan's lips twitched violently: "What kind of mask is this?!"

Hua Changxi pointed to the group of rogue cultivators outside the tower: "They have all taken the Forget-Dust Pill and have forgotten that they have ever seen me. Now we can't let them see my face again. I don't want to reveal my identity."

Gongshu Xingyan was somewhat annoyed: "You are the Palace Master of Lingguang Palace, don't you have a decent mask or magic artifact?"

Hua Changxi: "I'm happy to wear this mask."

Gongshu Xingyan glanced at Hua Changxi's robes with a look of disdain. Seeing Song Weimin, who already had more than 300 subordinates, not far away, he felt it was necessary to improve his relationship with Hua Changxi. He immediately flipped his right hand and took out a set of white robes and a white mask.

"It's yours."

Hua Changxi looked at the robe and mask handed over, and although she was surprised, she quickly reached out her hand: "The Ghost Clan didn't confiscate your storage magic artifact?"

Gongshu Xingyan snorted. The Ghost Clan wanted to take him, but little did they know that he had already refined his right thumb into a storage magic treasure.

He didn't answer, and Hua Changxi didn't mind, her attention was entirely on the robes and mask.

The robe and mask were clearly a set. As soon as she put them on, she felt that they were extraordinary, at least much better than the fourth-grade robe that Tong Yao had given her.

It's just that the color is white, which she doesn't really like.

Gongshu Xingyan seemed to know what she was thinking and said, "I named this set of robes and mask 'Follow Your Heart.' As the name suggests, the color, pattern, and style of the robes and mask can change at will."

Hua Changxi stared wide-eyed, her face full of doubt: "Isn't that an exaggeration?"

Gongshu Xingyan snorted: "Why don't you try and see?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Changxi no longer hesitated. With a light wave of her hand, her robes fluttered and automatically covered her body like flowing water.

A thought stirred within her, and a blooming red lotus appeared in her mind.

In an instant, the originally simple robes turned crimson, and layers of lotus patterns appeared out of thin air on the hem of the skirt.

As the spiritual energy flowed, Hua Changxi, dressed in her monastic robes, seemed to bloom like a red lotus in the wind, delicate and beautiful, with a faint lotus fragrance in the air.

A hint of surprise flashed in Hua Changxi's eyes, then her thoughts shifted again, and she thought of the Vermilion Bird's Spirit Shadow.

The next moment, the robes instantly became radiant with light, interwoven with crimson and gold, and a lifelike Vermilion Bird pattern slowly emerged, its wings outstretched as if about to take flight, its divine beauty perfectly natural. (End of Chapter)