Chapter 2747
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The prerequisite for helping others was to have the ability to help and the ability to bear the consequences. Since she already had this condition, why should she just watch and not lend a helping hand?
The path of cultivation, the path of the strong, was not to be cold-blooded and heartless, nor was it to be a bystander. Instead, it was to use strength to solve everything when necessary. This was the foundation of her cultivation and her original intention to become strong.
It didn't matter if people said that she was meddling in other people's business or that she was a troublemaker. She didn't care about what others said. She only knew that when she wanted to do something and had the ability to do it, she would do it according to her heart.
After hearing her words, the old man coughed twice. He clenched his fist and pressed it against the corner of his mouth, wiping away the blood that flowed out. He did not say anything else and only said, "Young friend, thank you."
His voice was weak and powerless, and his face was as pale as a sheet of paper. He gave off the feeling of a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.
"I thought you had come down, but I didn't expect you to come down like this." She walked forward and squatted down beside him, reaching out to feel his pulse. "With your temperament and comprehension, you shouldn't have ended up like this."
Hearing this, the old man only smiled weakly, as if he did not even have the strength to speak. His eyelids gradually closed.
"Ancestor, ancestor!"
"Hahahahaha! This old fart is finally dead! Hahahahaha! "Half of the cultivators saw this and laughed out loud, thinking that the old man would not be able to hold on.
"You, all of you shut up!" The middle-aged man who was supporting the old man turned around and shouted angrily.
"Once this old fart dies, the family will change. What's the use of you guarding him? Why don't you quickly abandon the darkness and join the light? When the Fourth Master ascends, you will naturally benefit greatly. "
"Kill them and avenge the ancestor!" The middle-aged man who was supporting the old man shouted. He put the old man down and rushed towards those people with his sword. When the others saw this, they also joined in the battle. In an instant, the originally peaceful group began to kill each other just like that.
Fengjiu glanced at it and ignored it. She wasn't interested in participating in this kind of family infighting. However, this old man had accompanied her for a long time, so she couldn't bear to see him die like this.
Thus, she took out a pill from her space and stuffed it into the mouth of the unconscious old man. Spiritual power surged from her palm to help the pill take effect.
He Shu was slightly surprised when he saw this. That pill … He glanced at Fengjiu. He didn't expect him to give such a precious pill to the old man. What was even more unbelievable was that in less than half an hour, the old man, who was on the verge of death, gradually regained his balance. The unconscious old man slowly opened his eyes.
"Little friend?" The old man was startled. He looked at Fengjiu and felt that his body seemed a little different.
"His life is saved. However, after returning, he will likely need to cultivate for a period of time to adjust himself," Fengjiu said, clapping his hands as he stood up.
He Shu saw the old man staring at Fengjiu in a daze and immediately said, "Just now, the Ninth Young Lord gave you a level six pill. That is an absolute treasure-grade inner core."
Hearing this, the old man looked at Fengjiu in shock. "Little friend, you …"
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