In this sect competition, the dormitories prepared by Wuzhi Mountain for each sect were not very close to each other, but they were not very far apart either. During the short distance from Wuzhi Mountain to the dormitories, the people from Yanjian Sect had already encountered several groups of people.

In fact, everyone came out from the main hall of Wuzhi Mountain, but the speed of sword cultivators flying swords is always much faster, so all the people from Yanjian Sect flew faster and faster than the disciples of other sects they met on the way.

Therefore, the sects that were surpassed would see Lu Wuxiu and Yan Baibai at the end of Yanjian Sect, and then the elders of the sect would begin to teach the disciples behind them a lesson.

"Look at the Yanjian Sect. Their disciples suffered the least damage in this accident. Do you know why?"

"Because they are all sword cultivators and have strong combat power?" a disciple answered.

"No! That's all secondary." The elder said earnestly, "This sect competition is conducted in teams. The main focus is on the team members' tacit understanding and unity!"

"Yes, the disciples have learned their lesson." Another disciple echoed the elder's words, "Take the last two cultivators of the Yanjian Sect who shared a sword together as an example. When the junior sister was injured, the senior brother felt obliged to offer his strong back to her. After we enter the secret realm, we will definitely help each other. Please rest assured, elder."

After he finished speaking, the disciples behind him nodded in unison. The elder smiled with satisfaction when he saw that everyone was full of the passion and sincerity of young people.

Everyone from the Yanjian Sect quickly arrived at the hilltop where they were resting and gathered. Daojun Liaojian and Daojun Chanyu knew that everyone was very tired today, so they just said a few words and let everyone disperse on the spot.

The Yanjian Sect's dormitory arrangement this time is that each team is divided into a quadrangle courtyard. The main purpose of this is to facilitate communication between team members.

After everyone dispersed, Shi Lidan led everyone towards the courtyard belonging to their team, but when they arrived at the door, they found that there was someone guarding the door.

The people behind also noticed the person standing at the door. He was standing straight at this time, but the smell of herbs wafting in the breeze reminded everyone that this person was injured, very seriously injured.

The man obviously felt the approach of the crowd. He turned around and everyone was first frightened by his pale face, and then their attention was drawn to the blood on his chest.

"Song Yu!" Yan Baibai's drowsy face instantly perked up. He quickly ran over to support the man who had begun to lean slightly at the sight of her: "Why are you here!"

"Baibai, I'm glad you're okay!" Song Yu leaned half of his body on Yan Baibai. After saying this, he closed his eyes and immediately collapsed.

"Song Yu!" Yan Baibai was completely shocked. Fortunately, everyone saw that the situation was not right and came forward to help Yan Baibai hold Song Yu.

"He's seriously injured. Let's take him to the medicine hall in Wuzhi Mountain first."

Shi Lidan felt Song Yu's pulse and suggested with a frown. So, before the team even entered their own dormitory, they carried Song Yu to the pharmacy on Wuzhi Mountain.

As soon as everyone arrived at the medicine hall, they ran into the Medicine King, who was about to leave. The Medicine King, a medical practitioner who had been following the Immortal Cultivation World since the first sect competition, did not belong to any particular sect. He would appear at the start of the sect competition and quietly disappear after it ended, a very mysterious person.

"Wow, I didn't expect that this kid could hold on until now despite being so seriously injured. He has a strong willpower!" The King of Medicine smiled when he saw Song Yu being carried by everyone.

"Master Yao, he's unconscious now. Please take a look at him," Yan Baibai pleaded hurriedly. "He's running hot all over. We gave him fever-reducing pills on the way, but they didn't help."

While they were talking, everyone had quickly moved Song Yu to the empty bed in the medicine hall, and from beginning to end, Yan Baibai's hand was tightly held by Song Yu, and she couldn't pull it out.

"Little girl, you are the friend that this boy has been thinking about all the time, right?" The Medicine King had already bent down and started to examine the injuries on Song Yu's body. As he spoke, he closed his palms and more than a dozen golden needles appeared in his hands.

"Why do you say that?" Yan Baibai was a little confused.

"When this kid was sent here, there was already a big hole in his chest. But after I rescued him, he wanted to stand up, saying that he wanted to go and make sure a friend was safe. As a doctor, of course I gave him strong medicine. I didn't expect him to sneak away. Tsk tsk tsk." The King of Medicine said, looking at Song Yu's hand that was tightly holding Yan Baibai's, with an unpredictable expression.

"Junior Brother Song!"

"Senior Brother Song!"

A surprised voice came from outside the door, followed by the sound of several footsteps coming in quickly. Everyone looked and saw several monks in yellow robes coming in from the door. Their yellow robes were printed with dark patterns, which were obviously the clothes of the "Lingfu Sect".

"Master Yao, how is my nephew?" The leading elder asked Master Yao respectfully, then he noticed Song Yu's hand holding Yan Baibai, and his eyes flashed.

"This kid has good physical fitness. He will be fine as long as his fever goes down in a while. However, with such an injury, I'm afraid he won't be able to participate in the sect competition." The King of Medicine said as he began to give Song Yu acupuncture.

"Ding~ The male protagonist of the mission, Song Yu, was seriously injured. Song Yu's story line encountered an obstacle. Please ask the host to complete the side quest - let Song Yu enter the secret realm." The system began to release side quests.

"Master Yao, is there really no way to cure Song Yu's injuries before the sect competition?" Yan Baibai looked at Master Yao and asked.

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