Chapter 1493: Chapter 806 Hua Ruyu_2 After Hua Qianqian left, the gentle look on Hua Ruyu’s face gradually turned cold again. She walked around the room, found nothing unusual, and finally her gaze fell on the bed where Ye Jin self-immolated, and the white magnolia flowers that Mo Hua had placed there, her eyes unfriendly. "Magnolia..." Hua Ruyu snorted coldly, suddenly feeling a chill in her heart, as if someone was watching her. Feeling uncomfortable, unwilling to stay longer, she left the room and closed the door. As the door closed, she suddenly thought of Mo Hua again, and couldn’t help but admire her in her heart. "What a charming little girl..." "Most special is that unrefined and celestial-like aura, completely different from other women adorned with makeup and powder in this world." "A Third Grade family, neither too noble nor too humble." "Such a good seedling, how did I not notice before..." Hua Ruyu found it hard to believe and felt a secret joy. She silently etched Mo Hua’s face into her heart, then closed the door and left with graceful steps. ... Meanwhile, at the top of the Hundred Flower Valley. A woman wearing the ornate attire of the Hundred Flowers Sect, with a cold demeanor and unparalleled beauty, had her attention constantly focused on Mo Hua, now showing an unusual expression. The resentment within the room had dissipated... Ghost banishment? Divine Way inheritance? This young cultivator already possesses such skills? The woman’s expression showed slight surprise. In her Tao cultivation experience, cultivators with Divine Way inheritance were already few and far between. And those who could learn the Divine Way inheritance to a degree sufficient to restrain ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, were mostly cultivators with centuries of age, deep cultivation, rich experience, and exceedingly deep Divine Thought. The young ones simply couldn’t compare. Young cultivators, with low cultivation, unstable Taoist hearts, and unsteady Divine Thought, when encountering malevolent ghosts, would mostly end up as their toys or prey. So those able to take on the world as Divine Formation Masters and survive were surely old fellows. The woman stole another glance at Mo Hua, who was leaving the Disciple’s Residence of the Hundred Flower Valley, her gaze slightly tightening. This little cultivator, appearing to be only in his twenties or so, what was his background, and who was his master, to be able to dispel the ghostly resentment of the deceased? Her expression was indifferent, her thoughts stirred, more than once she considered capturing the little cultivator to ask clearly. But after some contemplation, she abandoned the idea. Capturing him would cause a commotion. A male cultivator entering the Hundred Flower Valley — although this male cultivator was not very old and did nothing outrageous, it could still easily lead to gossip. A sect full of women, these rumors were most unwelcome. Moreover, young as he was, it was exceptionally rare for a cultivator to be proficient in Divine Way knowledge. And those who could teach such a disciple, his master, could not be an ordinary person. Cultivators proficient in Divine Thought, either eccentric in temperament or with mysterious means, were best not easily provoked. Considering he was not a wandering libertine, nor did he enter the Hundred Flower Valley to seek pleasure, but rather to eliminate ghostly threats and safeguard the cultivators, she decided to turn a blind eye and no longer pursue the matter... The woman turned her back, resuming her position in front of the Hundred Flowers Divination Disk, intending to continue her observations of the evolution of flowers, seeking insights into future heavenly secrets. Just as she focused her gaze, her pupils contracted immediately. On the divination disk, once teeming with vibrant blossoms, the flowers were now wilting. Yet now, the wilting speed of the flowers had clearly slowed... The dark purple decay on the withered flowers was also gradually disappearing. The "Flower Withering" pattern... was being delayed?! She was initially incredulous. After spending nearly a hundred years searching every possible method to reverse the "Flower Withering" situation, a sudden turn of events? Immediately, she turned her gaze from the flower-fragrance-cloud-shrouded pavilion to the outside of the Hundred Flower Valley. Beyond the valley, on the mountain path adorned with blossoms. Mo Hua’s silhouette was moving farther and farther away. Her expression shifted a few times, before regaining her calm, icy composure, though her heart was in turmoil. "Who exactly... is this little cultivator?" "So young, with such skills, surely guided by an expert... Who on earth is his master?" Her heart suddenly quivered, almost involuntarily glancing toward the sides of the high hall. Within the high hall, concealed by screens, hung a precious sword. The sword was sheathed, with its ancient sword pattern, resembling a treasure sealed away from the ages and its sharpness hidden. On it, engraved like iron through silver hook strokes, were two words: Dragon Spring. ... Outside the Hundred Flower Valley. Mo Hua and Hua Qianqian, along the mountain path, left the Hundred Flower Valley, headed straight to Hundred Flowers City, and returned to Hua Qianqian’s cave residence, named "Shallow Fragrance Courtyard." Within the cave residence, Murong Caiyun was still waiting for them. Seeing the two return safely, Murong Caiyun breathed a sigh of relief, then asked: "How did it go?" Hua Qianqian was stunned. As soon as she entered the door, she felt an inexplicable chill enter her mind, and she passed out without knowing what happened afterward. She could only turn her head to look at Mo Hua. Mo Hua thought for a moment, then said: "It should be fine now..." "Before Senior Sister Jin died, a lot of resentment remained, but now most of the resentment in that room has dissipated..." Yet the karma of the fierce ghost lingered on herself. But Mo Hua didn’t mention this. Once said, it would involve explaining a lot and worry Senior Sister Qianqian and Senior Sister Murong. "That’s good." Murong Caiyun nodded, then frowned again: