Qi Yu looked at the Compassionate Sword and was amazed. This sword looked ordinary, but it was so powerful that it silenced the aggressive talisman with a single strike.

Her confidence soared, and seeing Li An still taking out talismans, she thrust her sword directly at him.

The talismans fluttered and fell to the ground. Qi Yu, holding his sword, wanted to advance another inch, but he couldn't move at all.

What happened?!

The system popped up, its voice earnest and pleading: "Dear host, as a saint, how could you kill someone! It diminishes your merits! You'll suffer bad luck!"

Qi Yu almost spat out a mouthful of blood; she had just been nearly killed by this man!

She finally understood why the system was called the "Holy Mother System" and why it was given a Holy Mother halo that could heal her wounds.

The reason she feels this way is that she can't hurt others, so she can only wait for others to kill her.

Although we can't directly retaliate, we still need to vent our anger.

Qi Yu held his sword horizontally, the blade pressed against Li An's neck. "Still want to fight?"

Li An swallowed a mouthful of blood stasis caused by the backlash of spiritual energy, feigning surrender, but secretly crushed a jade pendant with his right hand, and a powerful sword intent shot out from the jade pendant toward Qi Yu.

Caught off guard, Qi Yu was slashed across the chest by the sword intent, leaving a long and deep wound. He staggered back several steps and nearly fainted from the pain.

Enduring the pain, Qi Yu cursed the system in his heart, blaming it for not letting him take advantage of his weakness to kill him. Now, it had added another serious injury to his life.

The system remained silent and submissive, its saintly aura diligently healing Qi Yu's wounds.

Suddenly, a figure appeared silently between her and Li An.

Several disciples hiding in the distance respectfully addressed the man, saying, "True Master Dingfeng!"

Ang Lee bowed his head and greeted him, saying, "Master."

"Fine, the younger one has been beaten up, and now the older one has come," Qi Yu grumbled, criticizing some of the clichéd tropes in the cultivation world.

The Master Dingfeng looked to be in his thirties, with a stern face, wearing a simple white robe, covered in talismans, and carrying a sword on his back.

He held a talisman in his hand, frowned, and looked Qi Yu up and down several times. Then he kicked Li An, saying, "I think you're out of your mind. I told you to chase monsters, but you came here to bully a little girl."

"That monster was almost dead, and you still couldn't catch it." He looked at the disheveled Li An with disdain. "That's one thing, but you, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, were getting beaten up by a mortal, and you even called me over because you couldn't win. Where am I supposed to put my old face?"

Qi Yu was somewhat surprised to see Dingfeng Zhenren reprimanding Li An without any mercy in front of the other disciples.

This master doesn't seem to like his apprentice very much...

Li An clutched the wound on his neck inflicted by Qi Yu's sword, gritting his teeth inwardly.

He was already in a bad mood because he lost the monster, and then he ran into this unlucky jerk who got in his way. He just wanted to teach him a lesson and be done with it. Who would have thought that this seemingly weak piece of trash, who looked so weak that he could be crushed with a single finger, actually had such a powerful treasure, which caused him to be scolded by his master.

His gaze fell on the unusually shaped sword, his eyes dark and unreadable.

If he could get his hands on that sword...

Master Dingfeng kicked Li An again and said, "What are you thinking about! Come and apologize to him."

With his head down, Ang Lee managed to squeeze out two words: "I'm sorry."

Master Dingfeng turned to the other disciples and said, "You, take this young lady to the sect and have someone take good care of her injuries."

Several disciples responded with a "yes".

He added, "I'm really sorry, young lady. I'll make it up to you properly when I catch the demon and return to the sect."

Qi Yu saw that this Dingfeng Zhenren seemed to be quite reasonable, and since she had nowhere else to go, she nodded.

She suffered this injury out of nowhere, so of course they should be responsible. Although her injury can be healed by the system, since this person has already offered to compensate her, it would be a shame not to take advantage of her pain.

Dingfeng Zhenren grabbed Li An and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The other disciples also came over, chattering, "Girl, you're amazing!"

"Yeah, Ang Lee is usually so arrogant, I never thought I'd see him so down on his luck."

The disciple who had been kicked away by Li An had a slightly flushed face and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense! Master Dingfeng's sword intent is strong. The young lady is so badly injured. We should take her back to the sect for treatment."

The others nodded in agreement.

The disciple bowed to Qi Yu and said, "My name is Wan Jiayu. May I ask your name, young lady?"

Qi Yu nodded and told them her name.

The group boarded a flying magical artifact and soon arrived at Qiankun Fortress.

It was late at night when Wan Jiayu led her to knock on the pharmacist's door.

In this world, healing mainly relies on pharmacists, because medicines are expensive to produce and cannot be afforded by ordinary cultivators. When injured, they often have no choice but to wait for death. If they are unfortunately injured by demons, they risk falling into demonic possession.

Pharmacists are usually cultivators with wood spiritual roots. Wood has the power to rejuvenate and can help wounds heal faster.

Qiankun Fortress is not as powerful as Yunyang Sect, where the male protagonist resides. It is a sect that mainly focuses on talisman cultivation, with moderate strength and only five pharmacists within the sect.

The pharmacist rubbed his eyes impatiently and opened the door a crack. His face, full of fat and marked with creases from sleeping, looked like he had been disturbed from a good dream. He scolded him rather rudely: "I told you to be careful when you go out. You only know how to cause trouble for your brother Wang."

Wan Jiayu said with a smile, "Pharmacist Wang, I'm sorry to wake you up so late. We just went to catch a demon, and Senior Brother Li An accidentally injured this Miss Qi Yu. Please take a look."

Wang the Pharmacist squinted and looked Qi Yu up and down. His gaze was like that of someone looking at a fish on a chopping board, which made Qi Yu feel extremely uncomfortable. He said, "Li An, he just takes advantage of his father to do whatever he wants and even hurt such a beautiful young lady like this. He deserves to die."

He opened the door wide, letting Qi Yu in, and told Wan Jiayu to wait outside.

Qi Yu walked in and watched as he rummaged through a medicine box, took out a few herbs, stuffed them into a mortar and pestle, and crushed them.

After fiddling with Qi Yu for a while with his back to her, Pharmacist Wang took the mortar and pestle and had Qi Yu lie down on the low couch next to him.

Qi Yu lay down as instructed, watching him take some medicinal powder from the mortar and pestle and apply it to the wound on her chest, while he kept his hand on her chest, making circles around it.

The hand gesture made Qi Yu's chest wound feel strange and uncomfortable. She couldn't help but slap Wang Yaoshi's hand away: "Wang Yaoshi, give me the medicine, I'll apply it."

Seeing Qi Yu's expression change, Pharmacist Wang chuckled lewdly, "Little beauty, doing it yourself is not as effective as doing it for me."

Qi Yu's face turned cold, and he silently summoned his sword.

"Hey! I was just joking, why are you getting so worked up? You really can't take a joke." Seeing that Qi Yu wasn't someone to be trifled with, Pharmacist Wang handed the mortar and pestle to Qi Yu while complaining.

Just as Qi Yu was about to take the mortar and pestle, Pharmacist Wang suddenly flicked his sleeve, sending a handful of powder flying towards Qi Yu's mouth and nose!

The powder was as fine as dust, and Qi Yu, caught off guard, inhaled a small amount before he could even hold his breath.

My eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and an overwhelming sense of drowsiness washed over me. The sword in my hand fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Just before losing consciousness, I heard the sound of Pharmacist Wang undressing.