Qingyi was pushing the wheelchair that She Zijiang had just brought, with She Zijiang following behind him.

Gently pushing Shen Qingyi, a breeze blew by.

The mountain is covered with pear trees, and the pear blossoms are in full bloom, with petals fluttering in the wind.

She Zijiang pulled the blanket in front of Shen Qingyi towards her.

"Master, I'm fine, cough cough cough."

The female cultivator's face was pale, and she covered her lips and coughed softly.

There were a few blushes on the pale face, but the face as white as gold paper seemed even more fragile.

Gu Mingxue and his group stood in the distance, looking at the man in the wheelchair.

Tears welled up in Gu Mingxue's eyes. If Chu Yuliang hadn't been there holding her hand, she really wouldn't have been able to control her trembling body.

Although she had experienced so many things and had become indifferent to life and death, the scene before her still made Gu Mingxue take several breaths before she came to her senses.

Lu Jingqing and Lin Xun said nothing, but they felt uncomfortable.

But when they saw She Zijiang pushing Shen Qing closer, smiles appeared on their faces.

"Junior Sister! You're awake!"

Gu Mingxue's voice was still a little hoarse.

Shen Qingyi smiled and nodded.

"Senior sister, senior brother."

Chu Yuliang patted Shen Qingyi's shoulder gently.

"Don't worry, little junior sister. This is just a minor injury. My alchemy skills are getting better and better. I believe that it won't be long before you are well again."

Chu Yuliang's voice was still as gentle as jade, and Gu Mingxue beside her also nodded firmly.

"Yes! Junior Sister! Your Second Senior Brother's alchemy skills are now well-known in Yunze Continent! Countless cultivators are begging him to make pills for them! You... can absolutely trust his medical skills and alchemy!"

Gu Mingxue held her head high, looking very proud, but in fact she was trying to prevent the tears from falling.

Lin Xun didn't say much, but just held the sword in his hand firmly.

Over the years, he has gained a lot of good elixirs through his training outside. In the past three years, he has been searching for the medicines needed for alchemy, and he has collected quite a few of them.

Although the Zhengfang Alchemy Alliance has tried various folk remedies, to no avail.

But they never gave up.

Lu Jingqing bent down, squatted down, put Shen Qingyi's exposed feet in place, and covered her with a blanket.

"Junior sister has been cultivating for so many years. Even mortals have a balance between work and rest. Junior sister finally comes home to relax. In recent years, Junior sister's favorite Sixth Master has invented many delicious dishes. Knowing that you wake up, Sixth Master is also preparing them. When you want to eat, tell me and I will get them for you."

Master Six obtained a lot of spiritual beast meat bought by the Lu and Gu families, as well as a lot of spiritual food distributed by the sect. He also received recipes for Taoist supplies and some spiritual meals given by various parties.

Now, I am also studying the method of making spiritual food based on the symptoms given by Uncle Chi Yu.

Listening to the caring words of his senior brothers and sisters, Shen Qingyi felt warm in his heart.

At the same time, he also felt a little guilty and forgave her for not being able to tell them that her injury had healed.

After experiencing life and death, under that power, Shen Qingyi truly felt death and the power of that person.

The world of immortal cultivation is now strange and unsettled. I wonder if it might be safer for them.

Looking at his own disciples, She Zijiang felt really uncomfortable.

But he understood Shen Qingyi's mood at the moment better.

Our own disciples...are different from the past.

Patted Shen Qingyi.

"Qingyi, this is only temporary, it will be fine."

Shen Qingyi had a warm and gentle smile on her face, and the people who saw her couldn't help but smile too.

"certainly……"

Suddenly, my eyes caught a glimpse of a shadow not far behind the pear tree.

Shen Qingyi lowered his head slightly.

"Of course... I also believe that everything will be fine."

That's true, but his head is drooping and he looks listless.

On the attic, Yue Xicheng punched the wall hard.

His clenched teeth and the bulging veins on his forehead all showed his mood at the moment.

She Zijiang also noticed something. His expression remained unchanged, but a cold light flashed in his lowered eyes.

The world of cultivating immortals is so vast that there are all kinds of birds.

Even though the sect had gone through that great purge, there were always some monks who would check for deficiencies and fill in the gaps.

At night, Shen Qingyi lay quietly on the bed, but a figure suddenly appeared beside the bed.

In the darkness, a cold light flashed.

"Bang! Crack!"

"S-uh!"

The dagger fell to the ground and the lights in the room came on.

Gu Mingxue's eyes were full of murderous intent. She twisted the man's hands, pinched his chin, and twisted it again.

“Crack!”

The person whose spiritual power was sealed collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Gu Mingxue stepped on the man's dantian.

"Tell me! Why did you want to harm my junior sister? Or, is there someone behind you who is instructing you?"

The male cultivator's face turned pale, and the murderous intent and sinister look in his eyes became even stronger.

"Speak or not!"

Gu Mingxue pressed down hard with her right foot, and the male cultivator felt a force rushing straight to his dantian along the sole of his foot.

He had no doubt that if he didn't speak, Gu Mingxue would crush his dantian directly and turn him into a waste!

Is he just afraid?

He is not afraid!

The male cultivator raised his head sarcastically and glared at the few people viciously.

"Bah! Gu Mingxue! Do you really think that you are the eldest daughter of the Gu family and everyone has to give in to you and respect you! And you! What are you so proud of! I am not afraid of death! You can kill me or chop me up as you please!"

Seeing that this person was not afraid of death, Gu Mingxue gritted her teeth.

Push your feet hard.

"Do you really think I wouldn't dare?"

The man's expression suddenly twisted, and he felt a sharp pain. He clearly felt a crack in his dantian. If Gu Mingxue used a little more force, his dantian would definitely be shattered.

Even though he was afraid, he raised his head resolutely.

"Come on if you dare!"

Gu Mingxue was furious and was about to push with her feet when she was stopped by Lu Jingqing.

Yue Xicheng walked out from behind the door wearing a mask.

"I know who he is."

Looking at the masked male cultivator, they fell silent for a moment.

Shen Qingyi was not in this room. She Zijiang had arranged for him to move to another safe place in advance to prevent accidents. He was also afraid that Shen Qingyi would feel uncomfortable if he saw such a thing.

"People from Nantingfang."

The male cultivator lying on the ground suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Oh! Do you really think you're mysterious and unpredictable just because you're wearing a mask? Do you think you know everything in the world?"

Yue Xicheng suddenly bent down, and the coldness in his dark eyes beneath the mask made the male cultivator tremble all over.

"Of course I don't know what's going on in the world, but I know that you're from Nantingfang. Your name is Jiang Ce, right? I heard you have a six-year-old sister who's going to enter the Lanyou Sect this year. And, your grandfather, who's over 80 years old..."

"Shut up!"