To protect the people of the world

"Of course there's no problem, Master, please wake up." He hugged the old man, almost crying anxiously, "Master, please don't die!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I die at such a young age..." The old man leaned on him, forcing himself to stay awake, and looked at the Sect Master. "Sect Master, please wait here for a while. When Cong Mo and the others come back, tell them that I need to retreat and recover. Have them guard Wuqing Mountain, especially Cong Mo. Tell her not to seek revenge alone."

"Okay, go quickly." The sect leader sighed.

"Then we'll leave first."

"Xiaocan, don't die." Cong Mo wanted to wait for the old man and the others to come back first. She used her spiritual power to transform directly to the entrance of the ice cave, and her senior brother did not notice them.

The ice cave in Wuqing Mountain was filled with spiritual energy and was perfect for healing and recovery. Cong Mo carried Leng Can on his back and lay on the ice bed, gently patting his face. "Don't sleep, wake up, Leng Can."

Leng Can opened his eyes dazedly. The pain immediately flooded his brain, causing his entire face to twist and wrinkle. Tears mixed with blood flowed down his face. "It hurts, it hurts so much..."

"Bear with it a little longer." Cong Mo quickly undressed him and cast a magic circle over the wound to gauge its depth. "The wound is quite deep, but fortunately, it hasn't hit any vital parts. Does it really hurt?"

Leng Can's breath was so weak that he didn't even care about his shame. He took a deep breath before he could speak, "Nonsense... It hurts so much..."

"Wait for me, I'll go look for some painkillers in the cave."

Leng Can grabbed her hand and said, "No, I don't want to..."

"Life is at stake." Cong Mo pulled him away. "Your wishes are not important."

Leng Can: “…”

Isn’t it said that acting like a spoiled child when you’re hurt will help you gain more sympathy from others?

He is so miserable, why is Cong Mo still so cold and heartless!

The ice cave usually stores medicines needed for treatment. Cong Mo quickly found painkillers on a row of shelves.

After pouring a glass of water, she fed the pill to Leng Can's mouth, "Take the painkillers. Even if you use spiritual power to treat it, it will still hurt in a while."

Leng Can leaned in her arms, the bitter taste of the pills rushing straight to his nose. He turned his head away subconsciously, very resistant, "It's so bitter... I... um..."

"You have to endure the bitterness because you can't stand the pain." Cong Mo pinched his jaw hard, forcing him to close his mouth, forcefully put the pill on his tongue, and then poured water into it.

The pill flowed down his throat along with the water. Leng Can's throat twitched physiologically and he swallowed the pill. Just as the bitter taste filled his mouth, Cong Mo immediately stuffed another orange candy into his mouth, "It's not bitter."

Leng Can coughed while holding the candy in his mouth, "Cough cough..."

The two men faced each other. Cong Mo helped him sit down, pulled away the tattered clothes around the wound, placed the talisman on the wound, and then put his fingers together to draw out spiritual power to heal it.

Leng Can instantly felt his skin and flesh growing inward, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. The drug took effect, and only a slight pain accompanied the treatment. "Xiao Mo..."

He even had the strength to speak.

"What's wrong?" Cong Mo increased the spiritual power infusion.

"Nothing...hiss...I just wanted to call you."

"I'll always be here." Cong Mo raised his eyes and looked at him, "Don't worry."

Leng Can pouted for a moment, and then thought about how he had just told someone else what he wanted to say to Cong Mo, and even hugged that person, and immediately felt sick. "Xiao Mo, I have something to tell you."

"Let's talk after this is over." Cong Mo changed his gestures and took out another talisman to pour into the middle of the spiritual energy transmission. "The internal injuries are not serious, but the external flesh has almost ulcerated from being scratched. Even with the painkillers, you can still feel the pain. I will use two talismans to reduce the impact of the spiritual energy. You still need to be patient, talk less, and conserve your energy."

Leng Can couldn't bear it any longer and hummed softly, "Hmm..."

The treatment lasted for nearly two hours, during which Leng Can made a fuss and cried, but Cong Mo coaxed him with words and forced him to continue with his physical threats.

Leng Can was in great pain, and Cong Mo was also sweating profusely.

"Alright... huh..." The talisman's spiritual power had been exhausted, turning into fairy smoke that floated away in the air. Cong Mo hurriedly got off the bed and went to Leng Can's side. He helped him fall into his arms and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead. "How do you feel?"

The effect of the medicine wore off as the treatment ended. The discomfort of new flesh growing after the wound healed quickly filled his body. He leaned on Cong Mo's shoulder, raised his hands to hug Cong Mo's arms tightly, and sobbed softly, "Xiao Mo... wuwu..."

"It hurts, it really hurts...Xiao Mo...it hurts..."

"Xiao Mo..." Leng Can looked painful.

Cong Mo had no other choice but to hug him and comfort him.

Injury, healing, and recovery are always accompanied by pain, which is inevitable.

"Xiaocan, don't cry, I'm here."

"It's normal to feel pain, but it's okay. I'm here with you."

"I...will never leave, don't worry."

She tried her best to find some good words to coax him from her extremely limited knowledge base in this area.

Leng Can had never heard her say such nice things before. He suddenly felt that the injury was not so painful. Pain also has its benefits. He raised his hand and gently stroked Cong Mo's face, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you."

"I don't blame you. We look exactly the same, and our temperaments are even more similar. It's normal that you can't recognize me." Cong Mo quickly understood what he was talking about and held his shoulders. "Slow down, don't move."

"Who... is that person?"

"She's my love." Cong Mo didn't want to hide it from him. She held him and leaned up. "We were originally one, but were forced to separate. She's in the demon world now, doing some... not-so-good things, but I have no right to interfere with her thoughts. This is her freedom."

"Your things, can't you take them back?"

"She already has her own independent consciousness. It would be extremely difficult to forcibly take her back. Moreover, relatively speaking, it would not benefit me at all. Her independent consciousness would only double down on my control."

"Then she is not Xiaomo." Leng Can laughed, "Xiaomo is unique, the one who is by my side."

"Well, don't ever mistake me for someone else again." Cong Mo gently stroked his head. "We are both unique. I will never allow you to get hurt again."

"Then you have to protect me well." Leng Can was so moved by the sweet words that he wanted to stay with Cong Mo for the rest of his life. He had already put the matter of leaving the fairy mountain behind his mind and had forgotten about it.

Cong Mo hugged him tightly, "I swear, this is definitely the last time."

"Of course I believe you." Leng Can leaned to the other side, his ears quietly reddened, "Lie down and stay with me, okay?"

"Yeah." Cong Mo rarely refused Leng Can. Now that he was injured, she put him first and would not refuse any of his reasonable requests.

She took off her shoes and lay down on the ice bed. Leng Can moved closer to her shoulders, resting his arm on her stomach and holding her waist. Cong Mo put his arm around him and patted his back. "You must be tired after tossing and turning for so long. Go to sleep."

Like coaxing a child to sleep.

The two of them huddled close together, Leng Can's heart pounded, and an endless sense of security enveloped him. As long as Cong Mo was there, he could feel extremely happy.

He was born to be with Cong Mo,

"Xiaomo, I'm kind of...happy."

"Are you happy even though you're injured?"

"This is different." Leng Can couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm just happy."

"Well, being happy is a good thing. Go to sleep."

"Hmm." Injured and after a long day, Leng Can quickly fell asleep. He rubbed his soft cheek against Cong Mo's shoulder and unconsciously called her, "Xiao Mo..."

"I'm here." Cong Mo slowly opened his eyes, and the hand that was patting his back turned to gently stroke the back of his neck. Looking down, Leng Can had his eyes closed and was already snoring softly, sleeping very peacefully.

Cong Mo's hand slowly moved up and kneaded his earlobe, "You fell asleep so quickly."

She took the ice pillow, placed it under her shoulders, and lay on it with Leng Can's head in her arms.

"Wait for me obediently, I'll prepare meat porridge for you."

"And..." Cong Mo brushed the hair off his forehead, "I won't let this go like this. I'll make her pay for you."

The stone door was pushed open at this moment by external force. Cong Mo looked over vigilantly, only to find that the person coming was... the sect leader.

"metropolitan?"

"Yes." The leader nodded and waved to her, "Come out."

"Yes." Cong Mo glanced at the sleeping Leng Can and hurried out.

"When did you come back?"

"Very early."

"How is Leng Can?"

"I've recovered, but I'm still weak and need to rest." Cong Mo asked, "Master, why are you here?"

"Qingyi's efforts to repair the barrier were too great, and he needs to retreat for several days. I will send him back, and Qizheng will accompany him in the cave to recover his spiritual power. I also need to return as soon as possible to discuss the repeated attacks from the demon world with the elders. Now you are the only one left in Wuqing Mountain."

"What does the Sect Master want to say?"

"It's not me, it's Qingyi," the Sect Master sighed. "He knows your strength, so he's confident in entrusting Wuqing Mountain to you. But at the same time, he also wants to better understand your temperament. Congmo, if I do this for you now, and you answer me according to your heart, will you seek revenge on the Demon Realm for what happened today?"

Cong Mo didn't answer but asked, "What's the situation at Shushan?"

The clan leader said truthfully, "The situation wasn't good. The demonic realm suddenly attacked, and the children were prepared for battle. Although there were no casualties, there were many injured. Fortunately, the barrier was repaired in time, so no major damage was caused."

"What would you do if you experienced these things?" Cong Mo looked up at the snowflakes falling on Wuqing Mountain and suddenly asked.

Her eyes were too calm and too empty, as if nothing existed, or as if they were wrapped in a barrier that made it impossible to see inside.

The clan leader replied, "If I were younger, I might be impulsive, but now I should be calmer."

"What will you do after you go back and discuss it with Xianshan?"

"us……"

"You will negotiate and compromise." Without waiting for her to answer, Cong Mo spoke up, "Using the protection of the people of the world as an excuse, you will not take the initiative to provoke war and hope to coexist harmoniously."