Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.
"Junior Sister Yue Ling!" A clear voice rang out, "Senior Brother Liu Qisheng has arrived!"
A true disciple of the Qingxin Sect, dressed in a blue robe, strode over with a serious expression.
Behind him followed a tall, imposing young man, Liu Qisheng.
Liu Qisheng stepped forward slowly, surrounded by a faint aura of spiritual energy, his every move exuding the demeanor of a cultivator.
His gaze was sharp as he scanned the surroundings before finally settling on Liu Yueling.
"Junior Sister Yueling, it's been a long time." Liu Qisheng nodded slightly, his voice deep and powerful.
Liu Yueling was overjoyed and involuntarily looked behind Liu Qisheng: "Brother Xiao Feng is here too?"
Her tone was full of anticipation, and her eyes sparkled with joy.
However, when she saw that there was no one behind Liu Qisheng, the smile on her face froze instantly.
Liu Qisheng shook his head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Brother Xiao Feng is still dealing with some urgent matters and can't spare the time for now."
Upon hearing the news, a hint of disappointment flashed across Liu Yueling's face, but she quickly regained her composure.
She sighed softly, wondering to herself, "Brother Xiao Feng, what exactly are you busy with?"
Just then, the rotten wooden staff suddenly let out a meaningful, bitter laugh: "Looks like the good days are over."
This remark drew puzzled looks from both Liu Yueling and Liu Qisheng.
It is truly astonishing that a rotten wooden staff, as a magical artifact, could express such human emotions.
Liu Yueling snapped out of her daze and said to Liu Qisheng, "Senior brother, please wait a moment. I'll go wash up and be right back."
After saying that, she quickly returned to her room.
Standing in front of the bronze mirror, Liu Yueling carefully combed her long hair and gently patted her cheeks.
She thought to herself, "Even though Brother Xiao Feng didn't come, I should at least let Senior Brother Liu Qisheng see my best side."
A moment later, Liu Yueling changed into a light blue dress, her hair styled in a high bun, making her look elegant and refined.
As soon as Liu Yueling arrived at the entrance of the main hall, she heard Liu Qisheng's anxious voice: "Elder Liu, Zhao Yuwei is in critical condition. Please help her!"
Liu Yueling strode into the main hall, where she saw Liu Qisheng standing earnestly before his father, Liu Heguang. Liu Heguang's brows were furrowed, as if he were hesitating about something.
Just then, Liu Yueling's gaze was drawn to an ice coffin in the center of the hall.
Through the crystal-clear ice, she saw a woman of stunning beauty lying quietly inside.
The woman had skin as smooth as jade and exquisite features; even in her unconscious state, she exuded an astonishing charm.
"Is this Zhao Yuwei?" Liu Yueling exclaimed in amazement, "She's absolutely stunning!"
Coming to her senses, Liu Yueling quickly stepped forward, grabbed her father's sleeve, and said softly, "Father, please save her. Although you and Brother Xiao Feng have some misunderstandings, Sister Zhao is innocent."
Liu Heguang hesitated, his gaze shifting back and forth between the ice coffin and his daughter.
He pondered for a moment, then finally sighed, "Fine, since that's the case, I'll give it a try."
Seeing her father agree, Liu Yueling was overjoyed.
She knew that although her father had some prejudice against Xiao Feng, he would eventually be unable to resist her persistent pleading.
Liu Heguang slowly walked towards the ice coffin, formed a hand seal, and a powerful spiritual energy began to gather around him.
At this critical moment, everyone's attention was focused on the elder who was about to perform the healing technique.
Liu Heguang formed a hand seal, and a powerful spiritual energy gathered around him.
As his gestures changed, beams of golden light shot out from his palms, wrapping around the ice coffin like silk threads.
Ripples began to appear on the surface of the ice coffin, as if it were about to melt.
Suddenly, a crisp "crack" sound rang out, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the ice coffin.
With a loud "boom," the ice coffin shattered completely, turning into countless crystalline fragments that scattered in all directions.
A powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from Zhao Yuwei, causing the entire hall to tremble.
Liu Heguang's expression was solemn. He quickly formed hand seals, and golden runes flashed in the air, enveloping Zhao Yuwei like a large net.
The violent fluctuations of spiritual energy gradually subsided, eventually dissipating into starlight.
"Phew—" Liu Heguang let out a long sigh of relief, his forehead already covered in sweat.
He turned to Liu Qisheng and said, "The sealing power has been broken, but the spiritual energy in her body is still very disordered and needs time to recover."
Upon hearing this, Liu Qisheng was overjoyed and quickly cupped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you for your help, Elder Liu! When will Junior Sister Zhao wake up?"
Liu Heguang shook his head: "It's hard to say, it depends on her own recovery speed. However, I do have a way to speed up the process."
He pointed to the rotten wooden staff beside him and explained, "This rotten wooden staff is a peculiar magical artifact. It can absorb and purify various spiritual energies. If it absorbs some of the disordered spiritual energy in Zhao Yuwei's body every day, it should speed up her recovery."
Liu Yueling's eyes lit up, and she immediately used her divine sense to communicate with the Rotten Wood Staff: "Senior Rotten Wood, would you be willing to help with this? If you are willing to help, I will definitely ask my father to find the best spiritual wood for you so that you can recover your vitality."
The rotten wooden staff remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Very well, for your sake, I'll give it a try."
As he spoke, the rotten wooden staff flew to Zhao Yuwei's side, and a faint light shone from the staff, enveloping Zhao Yuwei.
However, after only a few breaths, the rotten wooden staff stopped.
"No, this girl's spiritual power is too strong. I feel myself getting weaker and weaker." The voice of the rotten wooden staff was tinged with weakness and helplessness.
Upon hearing this, Liu Qisheng quickly stepped forward to comfort her, saying, "Senior Xiumu, there's no need to force yourself. This is only temporary. We can let you absorb it for a little while each day. This way, it won't harm your essence, and it will also help Junior Sister Zhao recover."
He turned to Liu Yueling and said softly, "Junior Sister Yueling, could you please take Junior Sister Zhao to a quiet room to rest? The Rotten Wooden Staff needs to absorb some sealing power every day, so we need to make proper arrangements."
Liu Yueling nodded in agreement: "No problem, I'll go arrange it right away."
After Liu Yueling left with Zhao Yuwei, Liu Qisheng's gaze followed their retreating figures, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"It seems that with Zhao Yuwei as her backer, Junior Sister Yueling's days in the Qingxin Sect will be easier. That bastard Xiao Feng probably won't dare to bully her anymore."
Liu Qisheng pondered to himself.
Seemingly noticing Liu Qisheng's gaze, Liu Yueling turned around and glanced back.
When she met Liu Qisheng's gaze, her cheeks instantly flushed red.
She hurriedly lowered her head and quickened her pace to leave.
Seeing this scene, Liu Fangyi coughed lightly, interrupting Liu Qisheng's thoughts.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com