"Using the Sacred Light technique to staunch the bleeding and regenerate the flesh, then using the Stainless Dust to calm the mind — is that enough? These two still have so many chaotic masses of true essence in their meridians. If they don't think of a way to clean them out, when they wake up, their cultivations might drop by thirty percent. Some people think that just because they've learned a few techniques, they can treat illnesses and save people. It's truly not appropriate. "
Chen Changsheng moved the needles like the wind as he muttered to himself.
Zhexiu looked down at him and said, "You can replace the 'some people' in the previous sentence with 'her'."
Chen Chang Sheng finished his work and stood up. He looked at him and explained seriously, "I'm not comparing anything with her."
Zhexiu very seriously replied, "I don't believe it."
Chen Changsheng felt his face heat up and said no more. He prepared to wake these two southern cultivators and have them meet up with the others by the river.
Just then, he saw that something had been drawn on the ground by the bonfire. After careful examination, he realized that it was a map and a simple line of words.
The words aren't bad.
He silently said to himself.
"She wants them to go to the Mountainside Whispering Wood. It seems that many people are gathering there."
Zhexiu looked at him and asked, "Should we go?"
Chen Changsheng did not even think, straightforwardly saying, "No."
Zhexiu asked, "Why?"
"I … still have things to do … there are still many people … waiting for me to treat their wounds … fine."
Chen Changsheng stood up. After a long period of silence, he somewhat embarrassedly said, "I'm still not ready."
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The white ceremonial robes were particularly striking in the darkness. If they were on the streets of the common people, perhaps they would be very frightening, but in the eyes of cultivators, these white ceremonial robes were just like the specially marked fireworks of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green and Holy Maiden Peak. They represented the hope of survival and the end of pain.
Along the way, the young girl had already heard two shouts filled with surprise and tears, so when she saw the cultivator next to the bonfire at the bottom of the grassy slope appear so calm, she was momentarily not used to it. A moment later, she understood why. It turned out that the cultivator was in meditation.
She walked up and realized that the cultivator's wound had already been bandaged. From the angle of the wound and the way it had been bandaged, it was probably not her doing the treatment. She was about to turn around and leave, but she remembered something and squatted down again. She reached out to untie the bandages and observed the wound inside.
This cultivator's wound should have been caused by some sort of magical weapon from the Temple Seminary. The skin around the wound still had remnants of what was commonly known as stardust. However, the stardust in the wound had been washed clean by the person who treated the wound, and the wound had also been treated very well. It was actually sewn together with some sort of thread.
The young girl thought to herself that the person who treated her was truly bold. Although there were records of this in the Daoist Canon and the Medicinal Encyclopedia, it had been many years since anyone had done this.
There should be no problem with the external injuries, but she was more concerned about the problems in the meridians. Being injured by a ritual implement and being injured by a sword were two different concepts. A sword could injure the body, and a ritual implement could injure the body. The ritual implements in the cultivation world were not as sharp as a sword, and their lethality was mainly reflected in the damage to the internal organs, especially the meridians.
After this cultivator's external injuries were healed, he had been meditating. Perhaps there was even a problem with his sea of consciousness.
She placed her finger on the cultivator's meridian, and slowly poured in an extremely pure strand of true essence.
Stimulated by this strand of true essence, the cultivator awoke from his meditative state. Seeing the young girl so close to him, he jumped in fright and subconsciously wanted to attack.
The Garden of Zhou, which had been set down by the Saints with its cruel rules, was truly a good place for human cultivators to sharpen their will and increase their battle prowess.
The young girl did not pay any attention to him. She said, "Don't move, don't speak, close your eyes."
The cultivator did not recognize her, at least not the current her. For some reason, when he heard her voice that was like a clear spring, he felt incomparable trust. He subconsciously relaxed and closed his eyes once more.
After a while, the young girl stood up.
She did not stay any longer, and walked into the darkness.
The bonfire made her shadow rather long.
The cultivator awoke once more. Looking at her back, he felt somewhat perplexed.
In that fleeting glance, he saw a delicate but very ordinary face, one that was very easy to forget.
Why was it that when he looked at the young girl's back, he felt that her beauty was somewhat soul-stirring?
The young girl was also rather perplexed.
The cultivator's meridians were extremely smooth. The jolts and blockages left behind by the magical artifact of the Temple Seminary had all been resolved.
Of the several hundred cultivators of the Garden of Zhou, who was the most skilled in medicine?
Who was the most skilled in this sort of method? Who was at Ethereal Opening that could make such minute adjustments to a cultivator's meridians?
She was different from Chen Changsheng. She immediately thought of who it was.
There's still some use.
She silently thought to herself.
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Listening to the sound of water, she arrived at the riverside. Looking at the bonfire, she realized that there were two people she recognized.
Seeing her, the two young girls were very surprised.
Ye Xiaolian's eyes revealed an expression of reverence. Senior Tong smiled in relief.
Everything could be changed, only the expression in one's eyes could not be changed. Moreover, she had not deliberately changed it, so her fellow disciples recognized her.
She shook her head. Ye Xiaolian and Senior Dong understood and said nothing.
She walked to the master of the Clear Void Monastery and unwrapped his bandages. Glancing at him, her eyebrows slowly rose.
"He treated you?"
She asked Senior Sister Tong.
Senior Tong cultivated with her in South Stream Temple, so she naturally knew of the matters between her and Chen Changsheng. For a moment, she did not understand the meaning behind her question.
"I originally thought that he would be of some use, but who knew that he would treat him in such a mess. He only treated the sword wound on the outside, but the inside is still bleeding. Does he not care?"
For some reason, the more the girl thought, the angrier she became.
The master of the Clear Void Monastery was currently very weak. He simply did not know what had happened, and his disciple was even more confused. He only saw the attitude of those two disciples from Holy Maiden Peak and knew that the person who had come could not be offended.
The girl extended her right hand and lightly brushed his abdomen. A pure and holy ray of light descended from her palm.
No matter how remote the Clear Void Monastery was, it was only a branch of the Orthodoxy. How could the master not recognize the Sacred Light technique?
He was instantly moved. He was even more certain that this girl was an extraordinary figure of the Orthodoxy. He hurriedly rose to pay his respects.
The girl slightly creased her brow and directly knocked him out.
The disciple of the master of the Clear Void Monastery stood to the side in a daze. He did not dare to speak, much less do anything.
After learning some medicine from Daoist Ji, did he think that he could cure everyone in the world? Did he not even think about it? Were cultivators and ordinary people the same thing? Were sword wounds and cold the same thing?
The girl angrily thought of these things. She turned to Senior Tong and asked, "When will he return?"
Senior Tong calculated the time. It was not far from the time Chen Changsheng had mentioned. She said, "He should be back soon."
The girl froze, then stood up and walked into the darkness.
Senior Tong asked, "You are not waiting for him?"
The girl did not answer. She quietly left, startling a few night birds in the forest.
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(The next two days will probably be a little less updated, because I will have to go out.)
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