Chapter 11: Maid Qinghan

It seems this free resource isn't so easy to use after all. Feng Moxi rubbed her nose, wondering if she should just leave.

Just as she lifted her foot to turn away, a blue figure lunged toward her. Feng Moxi instinctively stepped back, her fingers nimbly clamping around the person's throat.

"M-Miss." It was a young girl, roughly her own age, dressed in green. Her hair was tied back with a ribbon, the rest falling behind her shoulders. She had delicate features and looked at her with red, anxious eyes, appearing very worried.

Feng Moxi sensed a familiar aura and released her grip on the girl's throat. "Qinghan?" She had memories of this person; it seemed this little girl had suffered quite a bit for the original Feng Moxi, being only a year older than her.

Seeing the injuries all over Feng Moxi, Qinghan’s nose soured. "Miss..." Large tears fell from her eyes.

"It's fine, I'm perfectly well." Feng Moxi gently wiped the tears from her face. Was she worried about her? It felt... not bad.

Qinghan looked at her in confusion, noticing that her face was clean and she was no longer stuttering. "Miss, y-you're not stuttering anymore? You, you can understand what Qinghan is saying?"

The Miss of the past had been silly and foolish; despite being a young girl in her prime, she had insisted on dressing like a woman of ill repute, and her speech had been so stuttered she could never form a complete sentence. Now, her Miss felt different somehow, her speech was clear, and the marks on her face were gone...

"I fell off a cliff, and when I woke up, I was like this," Feng Moxi said without blushing or skipping a beat. She wasn't lying; she had possessed this body after waking up.

"A cliff?" Qinghan covered her mouth. "It must have been the Second Miss and the others!"

"I don't remember. My memory is very blurry now, and there are many things I can't recall." Feng Moxi pretended to have a headache, rubbing her temples with a troubled expression.

"Miss..." Qinghan looked at her with heartache, a flash of ruthlessness crossing her eyes. To think they dared to hurt her Miss! If the timing wasn't wrong, she would definitely make them pay the price!

Feng Moxi’s eyes flickered. It seemed this maid of hers was not simple.

"It doesn't matter. Miss still has Qinghan. Qinghan will never let anyone hurt Miss again!" Qinghan said firmly.

Feng Moxi smiled; she had finally accepted her, though it was only an acceptance. "No one will ever be able to hurt me again. I am not the person I was before." As she spoke, her entire being radiated a cold, noble, and infinitely confident aura, as if all the splendor of the world were gathered in her alone.

Qinghan stared blankly at her completely transformed Miss. She would never forget that peerless, graceful figure, even many years later.

"Qinghan, what level is your Profound Qi?"

"Ah?" Qinghan was stunned. When she realized what Feng Moxi was asking, she covered her mouth in surprise. Heavens! In the past, her Miss had never cared about cultivation, only running after the Third Prince every day, which was why people called her a waste! Was her Miss finally thinking about cultivating?

"Miss, Qinghan is at the fifth grade of Green Profound," Qinghan said, suppressing the excitement in her heart, though her fingers couldn't help but tremble.

Fifth grade, huh. Feng Moxi sat on a wooden stool, tapping her fingers on the table. It seemed this maid of hers was quite something.

Considering Feng Moxi might not understand, Qinghan explained, "Profound Qi is divided into Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Cyan, Blue, and Purple, each with nine grades. The gap between each grade is significant. Above that are Heaven Profound and Earth Profound, each divided into upper, middle, and lower tiers. Then come Profound Emperor, Profound Saint, Profound God, Profound Venerable, and Profound Sect, each divided into nine grades."

"And what am I now?"

"...Miss is currently at no grade..."

Feng Moxi rubbed her nose. No grade, not fifth grade. It seemed if she didn't do something, she would be stuck with this useless body for the rest of her life.

But who was she? She was the most talented and lethal Poison Blade in the organization. She would only ever be the strong; she would never be the weak!