Chapter 212 Saving Song Mian
A faint voice was heard, and Shen Qingyi's sword stopped moving forward.
The voice seemed familiar, and Shen Qing looked down.
In the vast ocean, a few relatively tenacious ancient trees are tottering.
The sound just now came from the branch of an ancient tree.
That ancient tree is almost unable to hold on.
Song Mian was somewhat desperate. This area originally belonged to the periphery, with complex terrain and cliffs. On weekdays, there were few monks and mortals coming and going.
It becomes even more dangerous after the flood.
Therefore, this place is neither the focus of this rescue nor do any low-level monks pass by.
There were a few foundation-building monks passing by a few times before, but Song Mian was in a coma. Now that she finally woke up, she had been calling for nearly three hours.
At this moment, the big tree is about to fall down. Once it falls, there will be a rushing waterfall not far behind it.
Once she was washed away, given the complexity and danger of the nearby terrain and her own limited cultivation level, she would definitely be in danger of death.
Song Mian's vision was a little blurry, but her will to survive made her subconsciously call for help.
The hands that were tightly clinging to the tree trunk had already been rubbed to a bloody mess, and after being soaked in the flood, they became even more terrifying.
The wounds were red with a hint of white, and in some of them you could even see the bones inside.
My strength was getting weaker and weaker, and I was almost swept away by the flood several times.
Just when he was about to give up, his body suddenly felt lighter.
Song Mian's originally confused consciousness suddenly became alert.
He subconsciously tried to grab the life-saving tree, but found nothing.
Song Mian couldn't help but scream in horror.
The next second, the flying body suddenly fell to the ground.
After putting Song Mian on his small flying boat, Shen Qingyi took out a healing pill from his storage bag.
"It's for healing. Eat it."
Shen Qingyi had already recognized who the person in front of him was.
It was the female cultivator who warned her in Yunsan City.
If she hadn't remembered her own voice and paused when she heard the faint sound, perhaps she wouldn't have paused for a moment in confusion amidst the rushing river.
Song Mian held the handrail tightly with both hands. The whistling wind in her ears and Shen Qingyi's voice gradually brought her back to her senses.
Seeing the pill handed to him, Song Mian gritted his teeth, took the pill and put it in his mouth.
Her cultivation was too weak, and she was unfortunately affected by the battle, and later swept away by the flood. She barely managed to survive, but now she was seriously injured.
The money on him had long since disappeared in the flood.
Even if she had the money, she could at most hire a mortal doctor.
As the pill entered her mouth, it immediately transformed into a stream of spiritual power, which flowed down along her meridians little by little.
The long-lost warmth made the brows that were originally frowned due to pain relax a lot.
Song Mian hadn't felt this kind of spiritual nourishment for a long time, especially after she went from being the pride of her family to a waste despised by everyone.
Later, after being expelled from the Song family and wandering around, I felt it even less.
The female cultivator in front of her saved her.
Song Mian was deeply impressed by Shen Qingyi's eyes.
"Thank you, thank you, senior."
"You're welcome. I was grateful for your reminder that day."
Shen Qingyi said this, but Song Mian knew that even without his reminder, the senior cultivator in front of him had a great chance of protecting himself.
After all, those who can fly with swords and treasures are not just Qi-cultivating cultivators.
(End of this chapter)
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