After saying that, Bai Ying walked directly in front of Murong Jin and said to him very seriously, "Senior brother, let me help you heal your injuries."
Murong Jin's injuries were very serious. Although he seemed to be in good condition now, Bai Ying knew that if things continued like this, he would surely die without anyone to treat him.
Murong Jin's fingertips trembled slightly. He stared at the junior sister he thought he had lost forever and nodded absentmindedly.
He tried to sit up, but the broken sword stuck in his dantian suddenly emitted a strange red light, causing him to groan and fall heavily back onto the stone wall.
"Don't move!" Bai Ying's voice changed. She rushed to Murong Jin's side, her hands hovering in mid-air, but she dared not touch the broken sword that was gleaming with blood. She could clearly feel that the sword was wrapped with the unique secret technique of the Huayang Ancestor, the Soul Devouring Curse, which was slowly eroding Murong Jin's primordial spirit.
"Junior Sister," Murong Jin seemed oblivious to the pain, a faint smile playing on her pale lips, "I knew... you would come back..."
Bai Ying's eyes were also filled with tears as she gently nodded.
Bai Ying's fingertips gently traced the hideous wound, the spiritual power of the Tai Xu Divine Illumination Scripture probing into it thread by thread. The more she examined it, the more fiercely her anger burned.
Hua Yang Patriarch's sword not only pierced through the dantian, but also attached nine layers of Heart-Devouring Curse to the sword. Each curse mark bit into Murong Jin's nascent soul like a venomous snake.
"Such a vicious method..." She gritted her teeth. In the lower realm, such insidious curses were almost impossible to cure. If she hadn't obtained the *Tai Xu Shen Zhao Jing* from the ancient ruins, she probably would have been forced to watch helplessly as her senior brother...
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shudder.
Murong Jin smiled weakly, his eyes fixed on her: "It's alright... I'm already content to see you again..."
"Shut up!" Bai Ying interrupted sharply. She suddenly conjured a lotus flower from her palm.
"Senior brother, do you believe me?" she asked, her eyes red.
Murong Jin did not answer, but nodded vigorously.
Without further hesitation, Bai Ying unleashed a blinding white light from her fingertips.
The Pure White Lotus slowly rose, hovering above Murong Jin's dantian. The spiritual energy throughout the cave suddenly surged, and everyone looked over in concern.
"Bear with it." Bai Ying bit her fingertip, using her blood to draw a complex rune in the air. "I'm going to refine this broken sword into your natal sword embryo!"
Murong Jin's pupils suddenly contracted.
This is an ancient forbidden technique: using the enemy's blade to forge my own! But the risk is extremely high; the slightest mistake will result in annihilation...
But looking at Bai Ying's stubborn profile, he suddenly smiled: "Okay."
A single word carries immense weight.
Bai Ying formed a hand seal, and the Pure White Lotus bloomed with a roar.
Pure white light surged into Murong Jin's dantian like a tide, and the broken sword emitted a piercing shriek as blood light and white light clashed fiercely!
"Ah!" Murong Jin convulsed, blood seeping from his seven orifices. But from beginning to end, his gaze never left Bai Ying's face. There was even a hint of greed in it...
Even if he died, he would be content to see his junior sister still alive...
The cave shook violently, and loose rocks fell down in a flurry.
Everyone held their breath, watching this breathtaking refining process. Finally, with a clear and melodious sword cry, the broken sword completely melted, transforming into a stream of blood-red light that perfectly merged with Murong Jin's nascent soul!
Bai Ying collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, yet smiled like a child: "It worked..."
Murong Jin stared blankly as he felt the newly generated power within his body. The natal sword embryo, forged from his enemy's magical artifact, was emanating astonishing sword energy from his dantian. He looked up at Bai Ying, a thousand words stuck in his throat, ultimately culminating in a soft sigh:
"Junior Sister... thank you..."
Everyone present burst into laughter.
Wang Qi wiped away her tears and suddenly noticed that the light at the cave entrance was exceptionally bright, and the dark clouds that had been hanging over them seemed to be dissipating.
After Bai Ying finished treating Murong Jin's injuries, she quickly took out all the holy medicines for healing from her storage bag.
Her voice trembled with anger, yet softened with the joy of reunion: "Don't be afraid, everyone, I'm back... From now on, no one can hurt us again!"
Listening to Bai Ying's words, everyone thought that Bai Ying was comforting them.
Although I really wanted to appear happy, I couldn't hide the disappointment in my eyes.
Bai Ying's return was a great comfort to them.
The ferocity of that bloody battle between sects still sends chills down one's spine. The Hua Yang Patriarch merely used Ruan Xinrou's body, infusing it with a wisp of spiritual power, and yet these Nascent Soul stage cultivators were utterly routed. Several elders of the Lingyin Sect, working together, were no match for Ruan Xinrou, who was empowered by spiritual power.
If the patriarch were to personally arrive... no matter who it is, they would die.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
If it weren't for the fact that Patriarch Huayang hadn't deliberately wanted Ruan Xinrou to steal the spotlight that day, giving Murong Jin an opportunity, they would have already lost their lives.
Although they have escaped by sheer luck, they are now like frightened birds, and their whereabouts could be discovered at any moment.
The people in the cave looked at Bai Ying with a mixture of relief and resolute determination in their eyes. They knew this girl was exceptionally talented and the sect's last hope. Several elders exchanged glances, plotting how to secretly send her away.
Several people were already secretly communicating with each other using their divine senses.
"We must protect this girl..."
"Change your appearance, hide your identity..."
"As long as she lives, there is still hope for the sect..."
These thoughts swirled in their minds.
Bai Ying has become the only spark to continue the tradition.
Unexpectedly, Wang Qi laughed when he saw their solemn expressions: "Don't be so serious. Junior Sister Bai Ying didn't lie to you."
But now is not the time to talk about these things. The most important thing is to heal everyone present.
Bai Ying lightly tapped her fingers, and the luminous pills flew towards each of the injured as if they possessed a spirit. A warm spiritual light emanated from her palm as she guided the meridians of each person.
The life force hidden within the spiritual energy finally roused several elders who had been unconscious for a long time.
"Bai... Bai Ying?" Qi Haoyuan suddenly opened his eyes, his voice hoarse. He struggled to get up, but was gently pressed back onto the stone bed by a gentle spiritual force.
Xuan Yuan Chen was visibly shaken. This usually composed master staggered forward, losing his composure: "Ying'er... is it really you?"
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