A master of metaphysics is farming.

Chapter 141 Rabbit

Outside the gates of the Rong'an Prince's Mansion, a large horse galloped towards them. Before the horse had even stopped, a beautiful figure leaped down, followed closely by another figure.

Before I could even steady myself, a wave of dizziness nearly made me fall.

He Suian quickly reached out to help her, saying, "Slow down, you can't rush it."

“You shouldn’t have come along…” Xiang He closed her eyes and shook her head. “Your career is important.”

"Whether we should have come or not, we've already come."

Xiang He slightly raised her eyelids and met his gentle eyes. They looked at each other, and his eyes were filled with tender emotions.

Xiang He's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately looked away, heading straight for the steps leading to the main gate.

A doorman came over and stopped her, "May I ask who you are, young lady? Do you have an invitation?"

Xiang He was anxious, but He Sui'an had already taken out the token given to her by Shen Zhuoci. "The princess has invited me; it's urgent."

This token was from the Prince's residence. The gatekeeper bowed even lower to open the door, "Would you two like to..."

Before he could finish speaking, the two of them had already run inside.

"Young lady! Young master!"

Despite the gatekeeper chasing after her, Xiang He felt a sense of panic. She looked up and glanced around. To the north, she saw a dark light surging.

"over there!"

The two of them passed through countless eaves and corridors, and the servants who passed by almost couldn't avoid them.

After many twists and turns in the vast palace, we finally arrived at the backyard in the north, where a mournful wail pierced our eardrums.

The scene before my eyes became clear in an instant: two men dressed in Taoist robes were holding Shuang'er's hands on either side, and she was crying out in pain, her true form appearing and disappearing.

Qin Fuhua was standing nearby, being supported by a maid, her eyes filled with fear.

"No, no! Don't kill me..."

Inside Shuang'er's abdomen, a wooden sword was embedded two inches deep, and the person wielding the sword was none other than Xiang Ling!

"stop!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already run over with an umbrella, grabbed Xiang Ling's shoulder, and forcefully poked his elbow with the umbrella handle. Xiang Ling was caught off guard and let go.

Upon seeing that it was Xiang He, he immediately reached out his other hand to retaliate, but it was caught by the other person, who then slapped his hand away with his left palm.

Knowing that He Sui'an was behind her, Xiang He immediately grabbed the large umbrella and swung it at the other two Taoist priests.

With a large umbrella in hand, he aimed for one person's left shoulder. The person, in pain, turned to the side, and Xiang He seized the opportunity to knock his hand away before attacking another person.

The two Taoist priests, unfamiliar with fighting, released their grip in pain.

Without support, Shuang'er's body went limp and she fell to the ground like a willow catkin. Xiang He quickly caught her in his arms.

Her face was pale and bloodless, and Xiang He felt a pang of heartache seeing it. "Rabbit..."

Seemingly hearing the call, Shuang'er, though barely breathing, managed to open her eyes. "Humans...humans are so wicked...I...I don't want to be human anymore..."

"Don't speak, let me stop the bleeding first."

Xiang He looked down at the wound in her abdomen, where a peach wood sword was stuck, with a talisman on it. The sealed demonic power could not heal itself, causing the bleeding to continue.

The sight of blood streaming down made Xiang He frown. "I have to pull it out. It might hurt a little, but bear with it."

Shuang'er's figure was already ethereal, her ears drooping, and her eyes were hazy, but she could still clearly see Xiang He's worried expression. Even though Xiang He looked terrible, she still came to save her...

A smile lingered on his bleeding lips. "But... the Taoist priest is very good..."

"Don't speak!" Xiang He drew his sword, ripped off the talisman stuck to the flesh, and took out another talisman from his sleeve, sticking it on. "The sun rises in the east, a touch of red; Guanyin will at least ride a dragon; one sip and it's over..."

With his middle finger stained with Shuang'er's blood, he bent his index finger and drew a talisman on her abdomen, chanting, "Protect her soul, protect her body, and lock her spirit... So be it!"

The talisman was complete, and she touched Shuang'er's forehead with the blood from her finger.

Shuang'er's illusion gradually faded, finally coalescing into a curled-up little white rabbit with its eyes tightly closed as if it had lost all breath.

Xiang He picked Shuang'er up, and He Sui'an stayed by her side the whole time.

Everyone witnessed her actions just now.

Qin Fuhua's tense eyes were filled with disbelief, "Miss...that's a demon..."

Xiang He, who was holding the rabbit, glanced at her coldly. "I know."

That icy gaze startled Qin Fuhua. "You...you are again..."

"Hehe, I knew you were no ordinary fellow Daoist."

Xiang He and He Suian looked up at the same time. Xiang Ling's eyes were filled with a triumphant look, as if he didn't care at all about the one-sided massacre just now.

Anger flared within him, and he exhaled a foul breath at He Qing, "So what if you know I'm not simple? Why test an innocent life like this?"

"That's a demon; it should be eliminated."

He spoke as if it were a matter of course, as if all the monsters in the world deserved to die.

Even his expression was so arrogant.

Instead of being angry, Xiang He smiled, tightened her grip on the rabbit, and turned to face Qin Fuhua, "Princess, may I take it with me?"

"That's a demon... Why don't you get rid of it, young lady...?"

Looking up, Xiang He saw the fear in Qin Fuhua's eyes, then looked down at the rabbit in her arms. "She only transformed into Shuang'er to serve the princess in order to repay Shuang'er. She had no intention of harming anyone."

Qin Fuhua's voice weakened slightly as she spoke with a hint of surprise, "But it is still a demon..."

“Even demons can be good or bad,” Xiang He swayed slightly, and He Sui’an reached out to support her lower back.

She regained her balance, but her face was even paler. He Suian pulled her closer, "Can you still hold on?"

Xiang He nodded slightly, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked at Xiang Ling, "You harmed sentient beings without asking why or distinguishing right from wrong; this is an act of evil."

"Demons are evil. If we don't eliminate them, will they grow stronger and then harm ordinary people?"

Such remarks made Xiang He laugh. She leaned on He Suian for support to steady herself, her body trembling as she laughed.

As he moved his arm around her waist, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and worry flickered in his eyes. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

The crowd laughed at her; she was covered in Shuang'er's blood and was holding a monster in her arms—a scene that sent chills down everyone's spine.

Xiang Ling had already picked up the peach wood sword from the ground, ready to defend against any sudden attack from the other party.

After she finished laughing, her expression changed, and her gaze became sharp and cold. "Then let me ask you this: if your father and brothers were upright all their lives, but in the end they turned out to be a demon, what would you do?"

"You! You're talking nonsense!" Xiang Ling's brows furrowed with anger. "How dare you humiliate me like this!"

"Whom did I humiliate? I was just asking you a question, and you couldn't answer it."

He choked, then flicked his sword, unleashing a gust of wind. "If my father and brothers are demons, I will surely eliminate them to prevent future troubles!"

“Alright,” Xiang He said, patting Shuang’er gently as she held her. “Since that’s what you think, we’ll see where you go after you’re gone.”

She said no more, turned and bowed to Qin Fuhua, "Princess, may I take her with me?"

Qin Fuhua seemed stunned for a long while before stammering, "Is...is it possible..."

"I must tell the princess that the rabbit has no intention of harming anyone. If she truly had malicious intent, would the princess still be alive today? Farewell."

Seeing them about to leave, Xiang Ling hurriedly stepped forward, demanding, "Who exactly are you?!"

Xiang He turned around, a mocking smile in her eyes, "Weren't you investigating me? Try harder then?"

With that tone and look in his eyes, Xiang Ling angrily slashed through the air, "If you are a wicked Taoist who harms the common people, I will certainly not let you go!"

Xiang He ignored his anger and let He Suian help her leave.

As she turned around, she glanced at the young Taoist priest standing behind Xiang Ling. His hands were clenched tightly, and she wondered what he was thinking.