The fierce battle intensified under the sunlight and gentle breeze. Su Jinyun's eyes, like cold stars, were fixed on Ling Xue's long whip, which danced like a serpent. Her heart was as still as a deep well, yet her thoughts were as sharp as lightning: the whip was as fierce as a raging storm, but the wind left its mark, and its weakness must be hidden in its agility.

Her movements were as light as a swallow, gracefully weaving through the gaps in the whip's shadow. Each dodge seemed to blend into the gentle breeze of the wilderness, her patience like that of a lurking cheetah, waiting for the opportune moment to deliver the fatal blow.

Finally, the long-awaited moment arrived. Ling Xue's long whip swept in with the wind, and Su Jinyun, as if by telepathy, gracefully and decisively turned to the side, like a white feather slicing through the void. In an instant, she reached out and grasped the whip, as if she had seized the reins of fate. She whispered to herself: When Heaven grants me this opportunity, I will seize it.

Then, with a sudden pull, Ling Xue lunged forward due to inertia. A cold glint flashed in Su Jinyun's eyes, and like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, she launched a powerful kick, striking Ling Xue hard in the abdomen. With a thud, Ling Xue, like a bird with broken wings, was mercilessly thrown into the distance. When she landed, dust billowed, and Ling Xue was too weak to get up.

Seeing that Ling Xue was unable to get up, Su Jinyun moved with lightning speed and rushed towards where Qin Qianluo was. At this moment, Qin Qianluo was like a red lotus swaying in a storm, her red clothes were soaked with blood, and she was struggling to hold on under the ghostly and fierce sword moves of Dark Moon.

Each clang of swords clashing was like a death knell tolling by fate, striking heavily into Su Jinyun's heart. She was frantic, her eyes filled with tenderness and anxiety.

Su Jinyun rushed towards Qin Qianluo like a white lightning bolt, her eyes fixed on Qin Qianluo's figure, which flickered like a candle in the wind amidst the sword shadows.

At that moment, even the wind seemed to hold its breath in the face of this tense situation, and the sunlight became dim. The whole world seemed to consist only of the ever-closing distance.

Just as her hand was about to touch Qin Qianluo, An Yue's hidden lips curled into a cruel smile, and a ghostly ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

With a flick of her wrist, a dagger, like a runaway black horse, transformed into a chilling flash of light, shooting towards Qin Qianluo's chest like a messenger of death. The dagger gleamed eerily in the sunlight, seemingly carrying endless malice.

Su Jinyun's pupils contracted instantly, as if a raging storm had erupted in a deep, dark pool. In that critical moment, she gritted her teeth and quickened her pace, standing in front of Qin Qianluo.

The dagger, like the fangs of a ferocious beast, mercilessly tore open Su Jinyun's shoulder. With a soft "plop," blood, like a weeping rose, instantly stained her snow-white dress.

Su Jinyun's brows furrowed tightly, as if vines were binding her. Waves of pain surged through her like a tidal wave. She knew this was no ordinary thing; the icy touch and the bone-deep stinging pain foreshadowed something ominous.

Sure enough, a moment later, a stinging pain, like thousands of poisonous ants gnawing at her, accompanied by a tingling itch, spread from the wound, as if the tentacles of a demon were wreaking havoc inside her body. Su Jinyun's heart sank, thinking: Sure enough, this dagger was poisoned.

Su Jinyun slowly collapsed, the sword in her hand falling to the ground with a crisp sound. Qin Qianlu hurriedly caught Su Jinyun's body, her heart pounding in panic.

Seeing that the dagger had pierced someone, An Yue was about to take advantage of Qin Qianluo's unpreparedness to pounce on her again when Qin Qianluo, holding Su Jinyun in one arm, took out the muscle-softening powder she had prepared beforehand and threw it out while An Yue was off guard.

An Yue knew in her heart that something was wrong, but she didn't have time to dodge. She was hit by Qin Qianluo's muscle-weakening powder and slowly fell down. She felt somewhat unwilling, but she also knew that the three sisters were going to die here.

Seeing that she had finally released the Soft Tendon Powder and successfully knocked Dark Moon down, Qin Qianluo felt slightly relieved. She looked at Su Jinyun in her arms, her brows furrowed, took out some spiritual spring water from her spatial storage, fed Su Jinyun a sip, and then filled another cup to rinse the area where the dagger had been.

The spiritual spring water is different from ordinary water; it can wash away toxins by rinsing wounds. Seeing Su Jinyun's complexion gradually recover, he breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that she had been detoxified.

Looking around, he realized that if he waited for the imperial physician, Su Jinyun's shoulder would likely become inflamed due to the prolonged illness, leaving a chronic condition that would make him feel guilty for the rest of his life. He gritted his teeth and decided to take Su Jinyun into the space.

She glanced at the three spies again, and with a thought, she led the three of them and Su Jinyun into the space. Qin Qianluo somewhat laboriously placed Su Jinyun on the operating table and gave her some basic treatment for her wounds.

In her previous life, Qin Qianluo had systematically studied battlefield first aid. Because of her interest, she also studied traditional Chinese medicine. So, although she was not as good as famous doctors, she was still better than ordinary doctors. She didn't have time to carefully treat her wounds, so she just bandaged them up, disinfected herself, and put on a sterile surgical gown.

At this moment, Qin Qianluo was extremely grateful that she had 001, and also grateful that there was a fully equipped operating room in this space. Otherwise, even if she had the ability, she would have been helpless, after all, conditions in ancient times were limited.

After carefully observing the depth, angle, and position of the dagger, and confirming that everything was correct, I used silver needles to seal the acupoints around the shoulder. After confirming that everything was correct, I prepared the instruments, needles, and sutures needed for the surgery.