But Yu Mingxuan had only one hour.
Her backlash had come because Pei Ling had broken the protection the Heavenly Dao had quietly placed on her, letting her experience what came of coveting another person's Fortune. And this backlash was only a phoenix feather and a qilin horn of what she deserved!
"I think Fellow Daoist Yu knows exactly what she did to suffer this backlash. You should know better than I how to resolve it."
Qiao Ranran withdrew her needles, left a bottle of Elixirs, and turned to leave.
She did not mention a consultation fee to Yu Mingxuan. If Yu Mingxuan remained greedy and refused to give up the Exotic Treasure, the backlash would strike again in an hour, and she would certainly die. There was no need to collect a fee from her.
Of course, if Yu Mingxuan chose to give up the Exotic Treasure and seek a sliver of Vitality, she would still need Qiao Ranran to treat her again. It would not be too late to collect the fee then.
Qiao Ranran smiled and looked up at Pei Ling. "How did you do it? Will she give it up?"
"She will," Pei Ling said with certainty.
Though Yu Mingxuan did not get along with Qiao Ranran, she trusted her at the most fundamental level. She would not doubt Qiao Ranran's words, and she wanted to live. After all, everything she had done over the years had been for the sake of living—and living well.
Before long, Yu Mingxuan brought out a jade-colored Spirit Treasure. Mottled light wrapped around it, obscuring its true shape. While Yu Mingxuan was injured, the Spirit Treasure was also shrouded in blood-red light.
Now and then, a thread of golden Zen Essence flashed across it—the very thing Pei Ling had struck