"Are you sure you don't feel unwell anywhere?" The Taoist Master Wuwei put away his frivolous manner and spoke seriously.

"Really, no, everyone don't need to worry about me."

Su Xiyu felt a little guilty, after all, she really thought that her nosebleed was because she had looked at Chen Sangruo a few more times.

Moreover, she feels incredibly fit now, able to knock two Song Weiyans away with a single punch, even more easily than before.

"Why don't you try mobilizing your spiritual energy, Senior Sister Su?" Shen Sangruo's voice stood out among the many admonitions.

Upon hearing her words, everyone fell silent and turned to look at her.

"Junior Sister Sang Ruo, what did you say?" Su Xiyu herself thought she had misheard.

Her body's meridians were constantly being eroded by that strange poison. If the poison was not cured, she would never be able to cultivate again.

How can I still mobilize spiritual energy?

But when he met Shen Sangruo's firm and serious gaze, he repeated to her again, "Senior Sister Su, try mobilizing your spiritual power."

An impossible possibility began to grow wildly in Su Xiyu's heart.

The pills Chen Sangri gave her caused her nose to bleed inexplicably, as if her body had been freed from its restraints...

Su Xiyu's heart pounded wildly, so loudly it seemed audible.

"Okay!" She nodded, her voice as firm as Shen Sangruo's.

She concentrated her mind, quietly sensing the flow of spiritual energy around her body. She took a deep breath and began to try to circulate the spiritual energy in her dantian, which had not been touched by spiritual energy for who knows how many years.

On the long-parched land, she seemed to sense a thin layer of moisture. She gritted her teeth and persevered, and the moisture condensed into small water droplets. The droplets continued to gather and eventually formed a weak stream of water, which moistened the land that had once lost its vitality.

Even the slightest flow of spiritual energy was enough to nourish Su Xiyu's parched dantian and bring her to a state of ecstatic joy.

The others watched intently as Su Xiyu attempted to mobilize her spiritual power, their faces filled with tension.

For various reasons, they were no longer able to cultivate. They knew the suffering involved and hoped even more that Su Xiyu could get rid of the strange poison and be able to cultivate again.

They had been troubled for too long, and now that they saw Su Xiyu had a chance to get rid of it, they were all somewhat dazed and somewhat incredulous.

They fear that, just like before, countless glimmers of hope will rise only to disappoint them again, until they finally become numb and desperate.

But this time, because of the appearance of one person, things seem to be different from before.

This person was undoubtedly the greatest surprise that fate had bestowed upon them.

They weren't fools; they could naturally guess the connection between this and Shen Sangruo's pill.

But they couldn't think too much at the moment; their attention was entirely on Su Xiyu.

Shen Sangruo was the same.

Finally, after seeing Su Xiyu successfully ignite a ghostly blue flame and accidentally flick it onto Song Weiyan's head, singeing a patch of his hair, she finally felt relieved.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh! Why am I always the one who gets hurt?!" Song Weiyan jumped up and down, patting the flames on her head to put them out.

"I'm sorry, Second Senior Brother, I... I was too excited. I haven't used my spiritual power in a long time, and I couldn't control myself!" Su Xiyu's eyes were slightly red, and her excited voice was tinged with tears.

"I'll forgive you this time, since something good has happened in the sect." Song Weiyan tossed her hair, her eyes filled with joy.

"Has it really recovered?" Wuwei Daoist grabbed Su Xiyu's clothes to confirm again.

"Yes!" Su Xiyu nodded emphatically. "If you don't believe me, I can burn my second senior brother again!"

Song Weiyan: ? ? ?

That's enough, he said. His tolerance doesn't mean he has no temper.

Upon hearing this, Wuwei Daoist's eyes gleamed, and his hearty laughter echoed throughout the entire sect hall, "Hahahaha! Excellent!"

"Such a joyous occasion! I must let the entire sect celebrate together!"

Such boastful words would make anyone who didn't know better think he was the master of a sect with thousands of disciples.

But in reality, their sect only had seven people, including Shen Sangruo, who was an "unofficial member".

"Sang girl, I will thank you profusely later. I will go and call Changli out first. How can he, as the master, not be present for such an important matter?"

Wuwei Daoist patted Shen Sangruo's shoulder solemnly, his eyes filled with gratitude for her, and then he dashed off to Changli Immortal Lord's secluded cultivation room.

All eyes then fell on Shen Sangruo.

His eyes held a variety of emotions, but the strongest was gratitude towards her.

To their various emotions, Shen Sangruo responded with a bright smile.

Her voice, as warm and powerful as her smile, said, "Congratulations, Senior Sister Su, on your new lease on life."

Su Xiyu's eyes glistened with tears.

To save her, who knows how much Shen Sangruo secretly plotted.

Su Xiyu had everything she could think of. She had to find the one she was afflicted with from among countless rare poisons, then find a way to cure it like searching for a needle in a haystack, and then travel all over the world to collect various medicinal herbs, and finally find a pill refiner to make pills...

Even at the very end, he was still worried about hurting her feelings, so he deliberately designed the gift-giving segment.

Su Xiyu had a thousand words in her heart, but they all came out as one sentence: "Sang Ruo, thank you."

"Senior Sister Su, you don't need to tell me these things," Chen Sangruo said with her smile unchanged.

Seeing her like this, Su Xiyu didn't know whether to be touched or sad, "You don't need to do these things for me."

They were just strangers who met by chance, and she only gave her some pills, yet she went to such lengths to pull her out of the mire.

"I do these things because Senior Sister Su is worthy."

Shen Sanruo never holds back when it comes to those she has chosen; she is always as passionate as fire.

Even if she has some very unpleasant memories because of those people from the Flying Cloud Sect, it won't affect her making friends with other people later on.

She will never regret any step she has taken. If she makes a mistake, she will simply walk away after hitting a wall and start anew on a different path.

She will always have the courage to move forward.

As if he had just thought of something, Ye Huai's expression faltered slightly. "So, for the past few months, you've been helping Fourth Junior Sister search for an antidote?"

A quick thought reveals the amount of work and effort required to produce this elixir.

In just a few months, all our attention will inevitably be focused on this matter.

"Not really." Shen Sanruo stroked her chin. After all, she had earned several hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones, broken through to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm in her spare time, and also buried Luo Chu and Bai Mumu.

She looked up.

Oh, I wonder if their ice sculpture has been discovered yet.

"Oh dear, how could I forget about that?" Su Xiyu slapped her forehead. "Sang Ruo, the journey to get this pill must have been extremely dangerous, right? Are you injured?"

"Let me see quickly, head, hands, arms, legs..."