Everything went smoothly after that. With the life-extending power of the Longevity Lamp, Xuan Qingzi transferred half of his life's power to Feng Guang to repair her severely injured lungs and internal organs. In addition, the rare healing treasures were recklessly poured onto her body. Although Feng Guang was severely injured, she managed to save her life.

However, her cultivation has now completely dissipated, making her no different from an ordinary person.

Shang Baizi felt it was a pity, but it was already a blessing that such a serious injury could be cured. Can cultivation be compared to life?

He was just wondering how Feng Guang had suddenly appeared in her house and how she had been so badly injured. Moreover, judging from her condition, it was clearly the longevity spell recorded in ancient books. How could someone have made her use the longevity spell?

Shang Baizi tapped his fan, gritting his teeth. He had a gut feeling that it was a man. It felt like his own cabbage had been eaten by a pig. If he knew who that man was, he would definitely beat him up.

The premise is that he can beat them.

Feng Guang remained unconscious for seven days. On the afternoon of the seventh day, when she opened her eyes, her mind was still very confused and she looked completely bewildered.

"It seems my calculations were correct. Feng Guang did indeed wake up at this time. Fortunately, my medical skills have not deteriorated." Xuan Qingzi stroked his white beard and smiled, unusually free of his usual sleepless appearance.

"Master?" Feng Guang was stunned for a moment, then remembered many things. She sat up in bed, her wounds still hurting. "I'm not dead yet?"

"Of course, he's still alive."

"That's not right... I was injured and I used the Longevity Curse... How am I still alive?"

Xuan Qingzi said with a pained expression, "That's because I used many of the treasures I've collected over the years to save your life."

"I see... Oh, right, Master..."

“I know what you’re going to say,” Xuan Qingzi interrupted her. “You’re going to say that you went back seven hundred years and met the top disciple of the Xuanmen sect at that time, which led to a romantic relationship.”

Feng Guang asked blankly, "Master... did you see me seven hundred years ago?"

She knew that her master was over seven hundred years old, and that he must have existed seven hundred years ago as well.

"Seven hundred years ago...do you still remember the little Taoist boy you met? You asked him to pass on the sword tassel to his senior brother, and you also asked him to hide a baby named Xiaoxiao and wait for her father to come and take her away."

"Master...you wouldn't be..."

“Exactly.” Xuan Qingzi nodded. “Back then, I was just the most inconspicuous disciple of the Xuan Sect. At that time, I was called Xuan Qing.”

"This is truly amazing... Master, you've become ugly!"

Xuan Qingzi's face turned pale. "You unfilial disciple, don't you even know how old your master is this year?"

"Hey, you used to call me 'Senior Sister Fengguang' so enthusiastically, how come you're such a disobedient disciple now..."

Xuan Qingzi pretended to be an old man and said, "Let bygones be bygones. We should look to the future. A teacher for a day is a father for life. I am your elder, and no one can change that."

She replied indifferently, "Oh."

Xuan Qingzi glanced at her. "Don't you want to know what happened after you left?"

What happened next... Fang Yue, and Xiao Xiao...

Feng Guang hurriedly asked, "Master, tell me quickly, what happened after I left?"

"later……"