Yun Shu looked at the woman in front of her.
A glint of golden light flashed across her dark eyes.
The Eyes of Good and Evil opened.
The good and evil of the world were all reflected in her eyes.
As it turned out, Daoist Master Xuan Jing's real name was Fang Yingqiu. Because of a difference in philosophy with her fellow disciples, she had resolutely left the imperial capital. For many years, she had traveled far and wide, seeking the true essence of Daoism.
She was a very pure Daoist disciple.
Then, Yun Shu recalled the plot of the book.
Although that Daoist Master Xuan He had a terrible character, the book did mention that he indeed possessed some genuine skill and knew how to observe the stars.
The book had not described Fang Yingqiu much, but since she and Daoist Master Xuan He shared the same master, perhaps she had some skills of her own as well.
Furthermore, Fang Yingqiu was also Luo Daoqing's senior sister.
However...
Based on her understanding of Luo Daoqing, he was extremely power-hungry and wanted to become the master of this world, using modern firearms that transcended this era to crush all dissenting voices.
On this point alone...
It was impossible for Luo Daoqing to teach the people of this world what he knew, which would have given them the ability to resist.
After a moment of thought, she said, “Go ahead and speak.”
Shen Yu was slightly startled upon hearing this.
Realizing that the Divine Lady was giving Daoist Master Xuan Jing a chance, he discreetly signaled Feng Chunya and the others to sheathe their sabers.
It took Fang Yingqiu a long time to react.
Xuan He was her senior brother, and Xuan Qing was her junior brother. She had heard plenty about the evil deeds the two of them had committed during her travels.
With her sect's reputation tarnished, how could its disciples not feel ashamed? Wherever she went now, she felt instinctively inferior.
Sometimes, when she woke up in the middle of the night, she would blame herself. If only she had urged her senior and junior brothers a bit more back then, perhaps so many innocent people would not have died in vain by their hands.
During this period, she had lived in a daze. She wanted to clear her sect's name, but not a single thing her senior and junior brothers had done was an injustice to them. How could she defend them?
Worse yet, even now, the supporters of her senior and junior brothers in the imperial capital were still ruining the reputation of Daoism.
Because of her identity, she had been hiding behind the crowd just now, watching the Divine Lady ask questions and bestow blessings, never intending to speak up.
But seeing that the incense stick was about to burn out and no one in Yecheng was answering the third question, she finally gathered the courage to step forward.
She had originally thought she would draw the Divine Lady's displeasure and was prepared to be punished, even planning to atone with her life.
Yet she never expected that the Divine Lady would actually give her a chance!
Her eyes suddenly welled with tears.
The Divine Lady's mind was higher than the mountains, wider than the seas, and broader than any realm she could ever imagine.
She simply looked at her, waiting for her answer.
Fang Yingqiu took a deep breath, suppressing the tumultuous emotions in her heart. Then, she bowed to the Divine Lady with a solemnity and precision greater than ever before.
“This junior's cultivation is shallow; I apologize for making a fool of myself.”
She pulled a handful of withered, shriveled grass roots from her sleeve, spread them across her palm, and spoke clearly, “This is baitouweng root. It grows everywhere in the mountains and wild fields, completely worthless.”
Immediately after, she took a small packet of powder wrapped carefully in paper from her sleeve and opened it. Inside was a fine, grayish-brown powder that smelled of a bitter medicinal fragrance.
“But after this junior washed, dried, and ground the baitouweng root, then mixed it with several other herbs to make a powder, it can cure dysentery.”
“This worthless root can be transformed into something that saves lives. Is this what the Divine Lady meant by transforming the decayed into the miraculous?”
She looked at the Divine Lady, her eyes filled with anticipation.
The Divine Lady's gaze fell upon the packet of powder and the handful of roots in Fang Yingqiu's hands. She slowly spoke, “You indeed have some clever thoughts. This can indeed be considered transforming the decayed into the miraculous.”
“The Divine Lady overpraises me.” Fang Yingqiu lowered her head in shame and said honestly, “This junior's cultivation is shallow, and I only slightly understand what it means to transform the decayed into the miraculous. As for the immortal spell of turning stone into gold, this junior has no clue at all.”
“Turning stone into gold and transforming the decayed into the miraculous are not feats only immortal spells can achieve. A field of study created by mortals using their own wisdom can do the same.”
The Divine Lady's expression remained indifferent. “For example, the spinning machine was originally a thing of the heavens, yet mortals relied on their own wisdom to create a spinning machine identical to the one in the Heavenly Palace.”
“How is that possible...”
Fang Yingqiu murmured subconsciously.
Not only her, but the others around her also found it incredibly hard to believe, their eyes filled with shock and uncertainty.
Mortals could also achieve things that only deities could do?
Was that really possible?
Yun Shu looked at Fang Yingqiu and lowered her eyes slightly.
Long ago when planning, she had set up the rewards for the three questions. The reward for this third question was a chemistry book.
The previous arithmetic and pinyin workbooks, the Guide to Prosperity, and this chemistry book were all printed by her using a printer she had bought from the Pinduoduo System.
It was mainly because she couldn't buy books directly, otherwise she would have sourced them straight from the Pinduoduo System since she certainly didn't lack money.
Considering that the contents of these books had been compiled by her and the System racking their brains, if she didn't bring them out, wouldn't all those late nights they spent staying up be in vain?
Besides...
...leaving these books at the Yecheng Academy was the most appropriate choice, and it would also allow them to be of the greatest use.
She thought about it and decided to cut her a little slack. “Whether it is or not, Fang Yingqiu, go and see for yourself.”
Fang Yingqiu was filled with shock.
After entering the Daoist sect, they referred to each other by their sacred titles and rarely used their birth names. She had never once mentioned what her real name was from start to finish, yet the Divine Lady knew it beforehand.
She was truly vast in her divine powers.
Before long...
...the wisteria flower gate opened for the third time before everyone's eyes.
With a heart full of trepidation, Fang Yingqiu stepped inside the gate, like an innocent little beast wandering into an unknown world.
Only when her feet hit solid ground did she see clearly. Before her was a small room, its four walls painted snow-white with some unknown substance, and a large, glowing white bulb hung from the ceiling.
Against the wall stood a long wooden table covered with exquisite glassware of all sizes—some with round bottoms, some square, and others winding and curved like snakes.
These vessels contained liquids of various colors.
Some were as clear as water, some as thick as ink, and some shimmered with a strange blue-green luster.
In the center of the room, a white-haired old man wearing strange robes had his back turned to her, leaning over and fiddling with something.
Fang Yingqiu could not help but draw closer.
For some reason, looking at the old man, she was actually reminded of her master's back when he used to refine elixirs before his passing.
Just as she leaned forward to catch a closer look...
...there was a muffled bang.
Following closely after, a blinding white light suddenly exploded. Accompanied by a sizzling hiss, a pungent, burnt smell instantly filled the entire room.
Once the white light dissipated, Fang Yingqiu's pupils shrank.
She saw that the back of the old man's hand was bright red, the skin horribly blistered as if severely burned.
The old man's fingers were still trembling slightly, but there was no cry of alarm on his face, nor did he even utter a single gasp of pain. He simply pursed his lips tightly, his brow furrowed into deep lines as his gaze fell upon the toppled vessels on the table.
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