"There are too many wounded, I can't spare the time for now," said the Tibetan healer, Mirzati, while performing surgery.

"I still have more than a dozen surgeries to perform." Miao doctor Qiang Chuan was sweating profusely from his busy schedule.

The other renowned doctors were also extremely busy.

Su Wanruo's expression was extremely solemn. "Do everything you can to save the lives of the soldiers."

"Yes, team leader."

He rushed onto the transport plane, clenching his fists tightly, "Third Sister, I'll risk my life to keep you alive."

She arrived at the Dafengshan Laboratory very quickly.

"Radiation detection!"

"Yes!" Wu Feifei and Zhao Yiting immediately took action.

They continued on their way without encountering any problems until they arrived at Mo Xiao's private laboratory, where alarms suddenly went off.

"Put on your protective suits, quickly."

Su Wanru frowned and turned around quickly. "No one is allowed to come near here without my order."

After the three of them had made their preparations, they slowly entered.

As soon as I pushed open the door, the protective suit started making a 'crackling' sound, as if it might tear at any moment.

"Silly girl, is this the kind of environment in which you created the Frostfire submachine gun?" Su Wanru's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhao Yiting and Wu Feifei were in tears, struggling to hold back their urge to cry.

As soon as the door closed, I saw Mo Xiao, hunched over and pale-faced, intently fiddling with the reagents.

"Girl, stop right now."

Su Wanruo could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

Mo Xiao didn't hear her and was still fiddling with it.

He rushed over and hugged her tightly, saying, "Silly child, silly child."

With her body restrained, Mo Xiao struggled incessantly but could not break free. She weakly said, "If you don't want to watch me die, then hurry up and let me go."

Su Wanruo hugged her even tighter.

Zhao Yiting reacted the fastest, realizing something and overjoyed, "Have you already found a way to deal with radioactive materials?"

"Yes."

"Big sister, let go, let go!"

Su Wanruo's feelings were complicated, and she slowly relaxed a little. "You're not lying to me?"

"No!" Mo Xiao's eyes were extremely firm.

Completely open up.

She immediately grabbed another test tube, carefully dripped a drop of liquid into it, and the activity of the erratic radioactive material instantly decreased.

"Help me get that pipe from over there." Black blood flowed from Mo Xiao's nose.

Wu Feifei quickly retrieved it and handed it to her.

Mo Xiao took it, shook her head vigorously to clear her mind, and slowly poured the liquid into the small tube.

Whoosh, crackle!

A violent reaction occurred inside the tube.

The four of them stared at it nervously, their hearts pounding in their throats.

The reaction grew increasingly violent, and Mo Xiao's lips curled into a bitter smile. "After all that effort, is it still impossible to escape death?"

Disheartened, she slowly sat up straight and said with difficulty, "My three aunts, you should leave. I'm beyond saving."

She kept smiling, as if she wasn't the one about to die.

Su Wanruo grabbed her, saying, "If you call me aunt, I won't watch you die."

He quickly pressed his fingers on her acupoints, then took out a secret-made pill, intending to force it down her throat.

Mo Xiao struggled desperately, and the pill fell to the edge of the tube, where it was pulled in by the suction.

Buzz!

A dazzling seven-colored light appeared.

Mo Xiao could hardly believe her eyes; she stood there, mouth agape, stunned.

The light shone on her, forcibly pulling out the radioactive material that had not been eliminated from her body and flowing into the tubes.

The mixed liquid inside, however, disliked it intensely and attacked rapidly.

After a brief exchange, the radioactive material was no match and was assimilated.

"Ha, ha!" Mo Xiao laughed maniacally, "It's a success, it's a success. I don't have to die, I don't have to die."

Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions including heartache, grievance, and excitement, she fainted instantly.

Su Wanruo reacted quickly, catching it and shouting, "Quickly take off my protective suit, quick!"

The two assistants did as instructed.

As soon as the protective gear on his arm was removed, he immediately took out the golden needles and applied them to Mo Xiao.

"Nine turns of the golden needle, defying fate, descend!"

"Prepare wooden needles, seize the chance to live."

Zhao Yiting quickly rummaged through her medical kit and took out wooden needles.

Su Wanruo placed the wooden needle in her palm, warmed it with her internal energy, and quickly applied the needle.

"Water injection!"

Water needles made of fine ice appeared and were injected into her body one after another.

Su Wanruo was already drenched in cold sweat and was unsteady on her feet. She shook her dizzy head vigorously and shouted, "Fire needles!"

Wu Feifei immediately lit the alcohol lamp and took out a handful of iron needles, which she then heated over the flame.

The needle turned bright red instantly.

Su Wanruo used her fingers to hold the scalding hot needles and pierced Mo Xiao's body.

After several needle pricks, my middle and index fingers were covered in blisters and burns.

"Prepare the soil needles."

She was in very poor condition and only managed to stay upright by supporting herself on the experimental table.

Zhao Yiting handed over a specially made needle box, her eyes reddening. "Big sister, shall we do it?"

“Your internal strength is insufficient. Applying acupuncture will not only fail to save her, but will also kill her immediately.”

The two nodded emphatically, stepped behind her, and placed their palms on Su Wanruo's back. "Big sister, we're here to lend you a hand."

As pure internal energy flowed continuously into her body, Su Wanruo's condition improved significantly.

Carefully remove the earth needle, use internal force to lift it, and slowly lower it near the heart.

The second needle landed between the eyebrows.

The third needle landed on the dantian.

......

After seven needles fell in succession, Su Wanruo was so exhausted that she could no longer see the scenery clearly.

Using previous memories as a link, the Five Elements Needle can be used to change one's fate.

Buzz!

A surge of vitality coursed through Mo Xiao's body, bringing a touch of warmth back to her already cold body.

"Isn't the power enough?" A resolute glint flashed in Su Wanruo's eyes as she struck her dantian with a palm.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on Mo Xiao's face.

Her essence and blood were drawn in by the internal energy and surged into her body.

After it joined, the vitality became even more vigorous; its limbs trembled slightly, and its eyelashes fluttered.

"Keep up the good work, she'll be back from the brink of death soon."

Zhao Yiting and Wu Feifei were pale and trembling. They gritted their teeth and channeled their last bit of internal energy into Su Wanruo's body before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

Su Wanruo channeled this power into her body, and her body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

Mo Xiao did not wake up, and her life force gradually faded.

"God, she's only eight years old, eight years old!" Su Wanruo cried, tears streaming down her face, struggling to grasp her hand, but always just a little too close. "If you're going to take her, take me with you. Let her live, let her live, ah..."

The roar pierced through the laboratory and soared into the air.

Crack!

A deep, muffled rumble of thunder echoed across the clear blue sky.

Everyone in Taoyuan Village heard it clearly and looked up at the sky in confusion.

at the same time.

Master Xuanqing, who was teaching the children martial arts, was greatly surprised. "Children, you can practice on your own. Your master will be back soon."

They sped along at breakneck speed.

They quickly rushed to the vicinity of Taoyuan Village.

A muffled rumble of thunder echoed across the sky once more, dark clouds began to gather, and lightning flashed.

Who is defying fate?

The voice, imbued with the power of twelve layers of internal energy, rapidly covered the entire Peach Garden Village.

Su Wanruo was about to faint completely when she was jolted awake by the shock. She struggled to press the video call button and cried out, "Help, help, Mo Xiao."

Master Xuanqing looked solemn, put away his communicator, and took out many items from his spatial bag.

He quickly donned a purple robe, held a peach wood sword, and appeared extremely solemn.

"Damn you, Heavenly Lord! Even if it costs me my life, I will keep her alive!" A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

With his fingers forming a sword-like gesture, a yellow light emanated from the peach wood sword, shooting straight into the sky.

A dark cloud rushed over and blocked the attack.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning as thick as a baby's arm struck the Taoyuan Village laboratory with tremendous speed.

"How dare you?"

Master Xuanqing unleashed two sword beams, blocking the lightning.

His purple robe bulged, and he exuded a terrifying aura that seemed to look down upon the world.

"I, the Celestial Venerable, would like to see just how capable you really are."

He raised his sword finger, and an ancient sword shot out from behind him, exuding a chilling power.

"Sword, fall!"

A sword beam several hundred meters long slashed rapidly across the dark clouds.

Boom! Thud!

The dark clouds broke apart, and a torrential downpour began.

"Little Doyle".

With a wave of his hand, Daoist Xuanqing created a spatial rift nearby, instantly swallowing the raindrops.

Suddenly, the sky turned dark, and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

"Hmph!"

He rapidly formed hand seals and chanted incantations as the ancient sword grew larger. "Today I'll show you what it means for man to conquer nature."

boom!

A golden light appeared, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

"The first of the Three Ultimate Techniques: One Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate!"

The colossal ancient sword, imbued with boundless destructive power, slashed down upon the heavens.

Boom! Boom!

After the explosion, the sky returned to clarity.

Master Xuanqing was somewhat exhausted, his face was slightly pale, and he stood with his hands behind his back.

"Girl, this is all I can do for you. Whether you live or die depends on your fate."

He let out a long sigh and stared in the direction of the Taoyuan Village laboratory...

Inside the laboratory.

Mo Xiao's face remained deathly pale, her lips twitched occasionally, and her body convulsed slightly.

When Su Wanruo saw her, a deep despair flashed in her eyes, and tears streamed down her face. "God, are you really so jealous of China? You damned God, you wicked God..."

The more he cursed, the more agitated he became. Overwhelmed by anger and frustration, he fell into a coma.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Jia Qingxue and Sima Qing'er rushed in.

The two went straight to Mo Xiao.

The moment my hand touched her, a bad feeling rose in my heart. After carefully feeling her pulse, I found that there was no heartbeat at all.

"Hold on, hold on!" Sima Qing'er hugged Mo Xiao and cried loudly.

Jia Qingxue stumbled to Su Wanruo's side and lifted her up, saying, "You promised me, you promised me!"

When Su Wanruo woke up from her coma, her eyes were filled with self-blame, and her heart ached so badly that it was suffocating.

He tried hard to speak, but couldn't muster any strength, so he could only signal with his eyes.

They were all in such deep grief that they didn't see it at all.

No one knows where Su Wanruo got the strength, but she slammed her body into the medicine box.

Bang! Crash!

Medical equipment was scattered all over the floor, and a round thing rolled out from the bottom of the box, only stopping when it hit Mo Xiao's leg.

Both of them were focused on the medical equipment and didn't notice it at all.

Su Wanruo stared intently at it, silently praying in her heart: "Xiaoman, if you have a spirit in heaven, you must bless Third Sister to get better."

The round object seemed to hear your thoughts, and a terrifying force surged forth rapidly.

Mo Xiao shuddered, her body temperature rising rapidly.

"Ah!" Sima Qing'er quickly let go, her clothes already engulfed in flames, and she hurriedly tried to extinguish the fire.

At the same time, a high-pitched bird cry rang out.

Following the sound, deep within the flames, there was a tiny, fiery red bird. Though its appearance was obscured, it exuded an aura of sacredness.

The bird flapped its wings, rushed into Mo Xiaodantian, and then disappeared.

The surrounding temperature quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.

"What?" The three looked at each other, stunned...