The game’s simulation of various aspects of the human body was mostly very realistic, and the respiratory system was no exception.
Holding one’s breath for a long time wouldn’t cause suffocation and death like in real life, but it would feel very uncomfortable and continuously drain a large amount of health points.
The Immortal Realm was set in an ancient era and didn’t have items like gas masks, so the Demonflower’s poisonous gas was basically unbeatable for players at the moment.
However, the Immortal Realm was also a fantasy world, and NPCs probably had more information about antidotes than players did.
This time, Chen Xiaoyan suggested returning to the sect mainly to ask Shen Qingqing how to deal with the poisonous gas.
If kids couldn’t solve the problem, they should seek help from adults.
“Xiaoyan, I’ll go back with you.”
Chen Xiaoyan refused Chongchong.
“No need, you guys stay here. I’ll be right back.”
With that, she ignored Chongchong’s pitiful little eyes and instantly teleported back to the sect.
***
Tianxin Mountain
After exiting the teleportation array, Chen Xiaoyan hurried straight to Tianxin Pavilion.
“Is Sister Shen here?”
She searched around the pavilion but didn’t see Shen Qingqing, so she quietly slipped into the backyard.
By the pond stood a peach blossom tree whose once delicate pink flowers had completely vanished, leaving only a few lonely leaves fluttering in the wind on its branches.
Such a fine tree—how did it end up bare?
What shocked Chen Xiaoyan even more was that this was the backyard of Tianxin Pavilion, where the sect’s principal and deputy leaders lived.
Who would dare come in here to steal peach blossoms?
Hmm?
No, the back mountain was full of peach blossoms; there was no need to risk coming here to pick them.
Then why did these peach blossoms suddenly disappear?
Puzzled, Chen Xiaoyan walked over to the pond and found four or five flower wreaths placed on a stone platform.
Their style was almost exactly the same as the wreath Shen Qingqing had given her that day.
She took out the flower wreath she had put into her backpack a few days ago and compared the two.
Her expression immediately became interesting.
“They really are exactly the same,” Chen Xiaoyan murmured in astonishment.
“What exactly is the same?”
Used to Shen Qingqing’s mysterious comings and goings, Chen Xiaoyan felt no surprise in her heart.
She quickly put down the wreath and turned back with a sweet smile, calling out, “Sister Shen.”
Seeing Chen Xiaoyan behave so obediently, Shen Qingqing crossed her arms and curled the corner of her lips into a slight smirk, looking like she had seen through everything.
“No good deeds go unpunished. You’re either up to something or a thief. Speak, what’s the matter this time coming to Sister?”
Chen Xiaoyan’s smile froze, and she awkwardly scratched her cheek.
“Am I really that obvious?”
“What do you think?”
“Uh… alright, I admit it. I do have something to ask Sister Shen.”
Shen Qingqing walked over to the stone platform, picked up a wreath, and sat down.
“What is it?”
“How much do you know about the Abyss Demonflower?”
“Demonflower? I don’t know much about such low-level monsters.”
Low-level monsters…
Chen Xiaoyan smiled wryly, speechless.
The Demonflower that they had been struggling against, Shen Qingqing casually called just a low-level monster.
Sigh, that stings.
Seeing Chen Xiaoyan’s worried face, Shen Qingqing asked, “What’s wrong? Did you encounter a Demonflower?”
Chen Xiaoyan nodded.
“The Demonflower releases a fragrance that poisons us all, weakening our strength by more than half. We simply can’t beat it.”
“A little monster that just charms its way around gave you such trouble? When you go out, don’t mention you’re my disciple. I wouldn’t want to lose face over this.”
Shen Qingqing poked her forehead, her tone strict yet strangely gentle.
“Sister Shen~”
Chen Xiaoyan squatted beside her, hugging her left arm and rubbing her face against it, acting spoiled.
“Just help your disciple out, please.”
“When you’re fine, you don’t come by for days. When there’s a problem, you call me ‘Sister’ every other word louder than anyone else,” Shen Qingqing said with a stern face.
“Hehe, that’s my fault. From now on, when I have time, I’ll come see Sister Shen first thing.”
“No.”
Shen Qingqing shook her head.
“Huh?”
Chen Xiaoyan was a bit confused; she didn’t understand what Shen Qingqing meant.
Shen Qingqing narrowed her eyes and looked down at her with a slightly upturned mouth.
“I won’t be fooled by you that easily. You have to promise to come see me every day. Otherwise, with this Demonflower problem, I’m powerless.”
“This…”
Chen Xiaoyan hesitated.
She wasn’t hesitating about whether to agree, but was stunned by Shen Qingqing’s simple request.
Ahem~ I thought it’d be some difficult task, but it’s just daily visits? Easy.
Seeing her hesitate, Shen Qingqing immediately covered her chest with her right hand, looking heartbroken.
“As your master, isn’t it only right for you to come visit me? And you’re hesitating? My heart aches.”
Chen Xiaoyan was dumbfounded.
She really hadn’t expected the usually aloof Vice Sect Leader Shen to have such a dramatic side.
Sister Shen, rein it in—your character’s breaking down here.
But, drama queen, huh?
I can do that too!!!
“Disciple admits fault. Because I was so absorbed in cultivation, I neglected my master’s feelings. From now on, I will come visit you every day.”
Chen Xiaoyan put on a tearful, heartbroken look.
Shen Qingqing immediately stopped talking and quietly watched her.
The air fell into silence.
“Sister Shen?”
Chen Xiaoyan carefully glanced at the still silent Shen Qingqing, a little worried.
Could she be angry?
No way, didn’t I say exactly what she wanted?
If she’s not angry, why isn’t she saying anything?
At that moment, Shen Qingqing suddenly smiled.
That smile was stunning, like a hundred flowers blooming at once, dazzling Chen Xiaoyan.
“You little rascal, always so mischievous,” Shen Qingqing poked her forehead again.
Chen Xiaoyan exhaled in relief; as long as she wasn’t angry, it was fine.
Then she pouted and said, “That’s only because Sister Shen taught me.”
“All right, all right.”
Shen Qingqing casually dismissed it, picked up the flower wreath, and gave Chen Xiaoyan a dissatisfied look for some reason.
“Still holding my hand?”
Chen Xiaoyan obediently let go of her left hand.
Freed, Shen Qingqing took out an oval-shaped blue stone from her mustard seed pouch and crushed it.
Gathering pink spiritual power in her palm, she mixed it with the stone powder and smeared it onto the wreath.
The ordinary flower wreath immediately began to emit faint blue light.
Is this some kind of enchantment?
Seeing this, Chen Xiaoyan suddenly had this idea.
“All done, take it,” Shen Qingqing handed the wreath to Chen Xiaoyan.
“Sister Shen, what is this?”
Taking the wreath, she looked it over but couldn’t see anything special about it.
Wasn’t this just a normal flower wreath?
“I used a Dust Removal Stone to weave a small purification array on the wreath with spiritual power. Any fragrance that comes near will be purified into a colorless and odorless state.”
Chen Xiaoyan’s eyes lit up.
She asked directly, “So it purifies the air into what we normally breathe?”
Shen Qingqing nodded, “More or less.”
“Thank you, Sister Shen.”
Chen Xiaoyan hugged the wreath, smiling so wide she could barely close her mouth.
With this, the Demonflower’s poisonous gas was nothing to worry about.