I am really not a medical immortal.

Chapter 1920 - 1919: Taken

Shaking his head, Zhang Xiaohao didn’t take action immediately. Instead, he continued to hide in the void, observing quietly. He believed it wouldn’t take long for him to discern the whole story.

After a while, Little Qing and the maid who had just left earlier returned. One of them was carrying a two-meter wide round wooden barrel in her arms, while the other held some precious, spiritually infused fire-red petals. These petals resembled red roses at first glance, but in reality, they were not. They were a unique type of Spiritual Flower from the Spirit Realm; the older the flower, the better the effects when bathing, accompanied by a singular fragrance.

Of course, even a Spiritual Flower with only ten years of age would cost a hundred top-grade Spirit Stones. A Spiritual Flower aged a hundred years would be even more valuable, costing a thousand top-grade Spirit Stones, and so on.

Truly expensive, most ordinary people can’t afford them.

As Little Qing and the other maid arrived, they placed the round wooden barrel on the ground, pouring Spiritual Water from the hot spring—still steaming—into it. The other maid scattered the fire-red petals over the water in the barrel. After completing these tasks, the two maids didn’t leave immediately but stood respectfully to the side.

"You may leave!" the middle-aged noblewoman said coldly, her voice tinged with displeasure.

"Yes, Palace Master!" The two maids responded respectfully, then bowed and retreated.

The door closed with a creak! The formation and restrictions inside the room activated, enveloping it securely. Meanwhile, Little Qing and the other maid stood coldly at the door, serving as guardians.

If any intruders dared approach, they would be struck down and slain.

However, they could never have imagined that the formations and restrictions they laid out were as flimsy as paper before Zhang Xiaohao, not even able to confine him.

"Sigh!" After the two maids left, the middle-aged noblewoman let out a complex sigh, her thoughts a mystery, as she shook her head and walked toward the barrel.

Reaching the side of the barrel, she extended two milky white jade-like hands, smoothly sliding and undoing the white palace gown she wore, stepping one milk-white jade-like foot into the barrel.

A moment later, two pieces of clothing flung out from the barrel.

After all this, the middle-aged beauty stretched out two slippery, white jade-like hands, gently stirring the bathwater, creating ripples.

"Come here!" Suddenly, the middle-aged beauty unexpectedly reached out with her right hand towards the fruit wine on the round table outside.

Whoosh!

It was seen that the spiritual energy conjured hand she formed had just grasped the fruit wine. Zhang Xiaohao’s previously conjured fruit wine, cakes, and snacks all vanished upon her spiritual energy hitting them.

"Hmm? Someone’s here!" Witnessing this scene, the thought swiftly surfaced in the mind of the middle-aged beauty.

Seeing the middle-aged beauty make a move, Zhang Xiaohao inwardly uttered not good. The next moment unfolded exactly as he anticipated.

With the middle-aged noblewoman’s complexion drastically changing, about to employ other tactics, Zhang Xiaohao was unfazed, but should she call in those two maids outside possessing the Bi Mu Divine Eye, it would be troublesome.

Swish!

At that moment, Zhang Xiaohao’s figure flashed, instantly diving into the barrel.

"Stop!!!" Zhang Xiaohao unleashed the Supreme Laws of Time and Space simultaneously, freezing the middle-aged beauty.

Given her Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivation, she couldn’t break free against the Supreme Laws of Time and Space.

Without giving her any time to react, Zhang Xiaohao seized her right shoulder, unleashing the Reincarnation Law Talent, causing a blood-red mist to surge violently into her body, sealing all her cultivation, including her Nascent Soul.

Afterward, the Reincarnation Law Talent was once again displayed, countless blood-red mists burst forth to engulf the entire room. Only after this did Zhang Xiaohao’s tense heart truly relax.

Under the shroud of the Reincarnation Law, even if the middle-aged noblewoman was a cultivator at the Great Mahayana Realm, she could scream until she was hoarse and those two maids outside wouldn’t hear.

"Despicable rogue! You dare defile this palace; you wish for death!!!" The middle-aged noblewoman said coldly, like a queen on high, her voice carrying a domineering force that decided life or death.

Zhang Xiaohao pinched her smooth, tender chin, spoke mockingly.

"You are now my prisoner, and still dare to speak of death? I reckon you’re not fully awake yet."

"Hmph! The rules within the Divine Clan are strict, and as a direct member, you dare lay hands on this palace. Are you not afraid of being hunted by the entire Divine Clan?" the middle-aged noblewoman retorted coldly.

"Such grandiose authority! I’m so scared! If I were intimidated by your words, do you think I would dare act?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

The middle-aged noblewoman did not immediately respond, submerged for a while, then spoke.

"Speak! What do you want? So long as it’s not too excessive, this palace can grant it!" The middle-aged noblewoman said coldly.

Secretly, she operated her Cultivation Technique, trying to break the sealing within her body, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t breach the seal left by Zhang Xiaohao.

It’s a joke; this is one of the Three Supreme Laws, the Reincarnation Law’s seal. If she could break it, the Reincarnation Law would be reduced to mere commonplace.

"Don’t waste your effort; those I’ve sealed have never been able to break free! Don’t even attempt to scream for help. The entire room is under my restrictions. It’s not that I look down on you, but even if you shout till you’re hoarse, no one can rescue you!" Zhang Xiaohao said dismissively.

"Hmph! You’re not one of the Bi Mu Divine Race! If my palace guesses correctly, you should be the perpetrator! What happened in Bihua Town was your doing! Moreover, everything happening outside is related to you!" The middle-aged noblewoman said coldly.

Zhang Xiaohao playfully pinched her elastic chin.

"You’re very clever! Just from this bit of information, you guessed it was my doing. Yes! It was all me." Zhang Xiaohao candidly admitted.

"Who exactly are you? And what is your aim in doing this?" The middle-aged noblewoman asked.

Her heart sank utterly into despair. Since Zhang Xiaohao had acknowledged it, the outcome was certain: he wouldn’t spare her. There were only two choices: either she dies or she’s captured, no third option. Usually only the dead can keep secrets.

"Don’t you think you’re talking too much? You’re my slave now; are you in any position to question me?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

"No matter who you are, if you dare lay a finger on this palace, the Bi Mu Divine Race will go to great lengths to oppose you!" The middle-aged noblewoman threatened.