Chapter 22 Test (Thirteen): Senior Uncle Qiao Su assists in cultivating divine sense. ...
After explaining everything, Mo Tingyu summoned the Roc to return the green apricot.
With the help of the Endless Wood, Qingxing climbed up, touched the soft feathers of the Peng bird, and couldn't help but close her eyes and lie down on it, murmuring to Guda, "I want to take a nap, wake me when we get there."
“It shouldn’t be too long,” Mo Tingyu glanced at Qingxing, whose body was covered in mud and blood, making it impossible to recognize the original appearance of her disciple’s robes. She also thought of Jiuquchen, who was in seclusion, and estimated that no one could heal Qingxing. So she leaned down slightly and whispered to the roc, “Go to Weisheng Hall and find Elder Qiao Su.”
The roc bird emitted a clear, melodious cry, indicating that it had noticed.
"This bird can even speak human language, it's quite intelligent," Guda exclaimed in amazement.
"You're quite clever too," Qingxing said, nuzzling the bird's back. "You came at just the right time."
If she had arrived any later, she would probably have been turned into a pile of minced meat.
"Are you kidding me? I'm the spirit of the Heavenly Book!" Guda was unconvinced, but considering that Qingxing was covered in injuries, Guda didn't lean on her. Instead, it carefully grabbed a tuft of feathers from the bird's head and pouted, "How can you compare to a little Peng bird?"
The Peng bird had spread its wings and slowly flew into the sky. It understood Guda's words and, as if in retaliation, shook its head violently and let out a fierce cry to show its opposition.
Guda cried out "Ah ya ya," staggered around, and clung tightly to that tuft of fur, thankfully not falling.
After it calmed down, it couldn't help but roll its eyes: "So stingy."
“If someone else said that to you, you probably wouldn’t be happy either.” Qingxing was no longer in so much pain and still had the strength to argue with it. She gently stroked the roc’s feathers with her drooping hand and said softly, “Besides, it’s not small.”
"Alright, alright, you decide what's worse for you." Guda didn't want to talk to the patient any longer and said perfunctorily, "I'm sorry, Little Peng Bird."
Qingxing didn't say anything more. She thought to herself: This book is so old, why is its mind still like that of a three-year-old? It loves to be unreasonable.
She remained silent, but Guda couldn't stay still either, chattering away incessantly ahead, as if trying to talk to the Peng bird. The Peng bird, however, only focused on the road and ignored the Book Spirit completely. Seeing this, Guda stopped trying to make a fool of herself and began to entertain herself.
The roc didn't fly very high, just high enough to touch the thin white clouds. Cool water mist brushed against Qingxing's cheeks and the back of her hands, and the wind whistled in her ears, mixed with scattered babbling. Qingxing originally planned to sleep after arriving at Weisheng Hall, but the bird's back was too comfortable, and the roc flew steadily, so she couldn't resist. Her consciousness gradually faded, and she drifted off to sleep.
"Sigh, I must say, your master really knows how to enjoy life. He chose such a beautiful feng shui location to build his house. You can see it even from this high altitude." Guda squinted at the misty Biyue Yunju below, but couldn't find Tingyuyuan. So she asked Qingxing, "Isn't Tingyuyuan on the mountainside? I can't see it."
No one answered from behind. Guda turned around and saw Qingxing with her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering, and her breathing steady, as if she were asleep.
"She's asleep..."
Weisheng Hall is located in front of Riyue Peak. Elder Qiao Su usually stays here. Perhaps Mo Tingyu had already sent a message to her. Before the Peng bird landed, Guda saw a woman in an elder's robe standing in the open space in front of the hall, looking at them with a serious expression. There was also a bench next to her.
"Master? Master? Wake up, we're here!"
Guda flew over and tugged at Qingxing's ear. The movement was small, so in her dream, Qingxing only felt a slight itch in her ear, as if she had been touched by willow catkins.
"Hey! Are you a pig?!" Seeing that Qingxing only moved slightly and showed no intention of opening her eyes, Guda had no choice but to lean close to her ear and shout loudly, "Your senior uncle is here watching you sleep!"
Senior Uncle?
These words came from a great distance. Qingxing frowned slightly, wondering: Which senior master?
Because of their different cultivation systems, after entering Mount Taihua, Jiu Quchen did not join the same sect as Jiu Chaoying, but was instead accepted as a disciple by another medical elder.
That elder was easygoing and loved taking on disciples; he had over a hundred nominal disciples alone. Even Mu Sheng, the peak master of Six Dragons Peak, learned the Dao under him before being valued by his master, the talisman cultivator.
But when the Peng bird brought her here earlier, Elder Mo Tingyu seemed to have said something to it. Qingxing's consciousness was hazy, but she could still vaguely hear a few words: Weisheng Hall, Qiaosu.
Qiao Su...
This is none other than the sect leader's most capable assistant, the "vicious medical cultivator" who strikes fear into the hearts of all the disciples, the one that Jiu Qu Chen has been afraid of for three lifetimes and always avoids—the peak master of Sun and Moon Peak, Qiao Su!
Thinking of this, Qingxing was terrified, fearing she would be impolite. She forcibly pulled back her thoughts of flying to the heavens, and with a dizzy head, she used the back of the Peng bird to get up.
Before she could even settle down, the roc landed without warning, folding its wings with a "whoosh" and sweeping dust off her face.
"Cough, cough!"
Qingxing fanned herself with her hand, and Qiao Su glanced at her and said coolly, "Stop coughing, save your energy, you'll feel the pain later."
She diverted a portion of her spiritual power to forcibly probe within the Qingxing Spiritual Network. After withdrawing, she immediately made a communication talisman and said in a serious tone: "Ten qian of nine-lingzhi, five qian of yanghe grass, ten liang of jade coins, three liang of rabbit hair fungus, and eight liang of Yaosu. Deliver them to Weisheng Hall within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea."
After she finished speaking, the talisman instantly burst into flames. She turned her gaze to Guda, who immediately whistled and looked up at the sky, as if what was happening here had nothing to do with it.
"Go find Bei Shu and get him his medicine." Qiao Su tossed a token to Gu Da, then placed the spring stool in front of Qing Xing and said to her, "Come up yourself."
The token felt hot to the touch, and Guda tossed it around in its hand several times. Looking at the two large, gilded characters on the token, it asked blankly, "Me?"
Qiao Su: "Otherwise?"
"But I've never been to your Sun and Moon Peak!" Guda exclaimed, wide-eyed. "And I don't know Bei Shu either!"
"There's a picture inside the token." After Qingxing lay down, Qiao Su cast a spell to make her float in the sky, then turned and left with her. "I need to stop your master's bleeding, so I can't spare the time. If you want her to get better quickly, don't delay."
Qingxing stifled her cough, pursed her lips, and looked at Guda with eyes that seemed to say, "Good luck."
Qiao Su was always decisive and efficient. Gu Da remained silent and could only grumble as he followed the token away.
Qingxing stared at the sky without saying a word. When she was placed on the ice bed in Weisheng Hall, the biting cold on her back cleared her mind a little. She glanced at Qiao Su like a thief, then quickly turned her eyes back, but Qiao Su still caught her keenly.
She didn't even glance at Qingxing, but just kept weighing the medicine on her own, while constantly complaining: "You and your master are just like each other, always getting hurt, acting like you're made of steel?"
Upon hearing this, Qingxing thought to herself: This seems to be the first time I've seen Elder Qiao Su while I'm injured, right? How did it become "frequently"?
She was about to open her mouth to retort when Qiao Su, as if he could read her mind, coldly said, "Don't even think about talking back. I was watching the first two tests from the sidelines."
Well, Qingxing was truly speechless now.
An eerie silence fell over the room. Incense burned by the bed to calm the nerves, and Qingxing was feeling drowsy again. Qiao Su was still fiddling with the medicinal herbs. Qingxing didn't know if she needed to stay awake for the subsequent treatment, so she tried to keep her eyes wide open to keep herself from falling asleep.
"What was Master like before? Did he often get injured?" Her eyes were sore from staring, and she couldn't help but decide to distract herself by talking.
"As lively as a mischievous monkey, as still as... there is never a moment of stillness," Qiao Su put down the mortar and pestle, walked to the ice bed, and lightly tapped Qingxing's forehead with his finger. "Why do you talk so much? Go to sleep."
A surge of spiritual energy struck Qingxing's consciousness, causing her mind to go blank instantly. Her soul plummeted until it returned to nothingness, and she drifted off to sleep.
Qingxing wandered aimlessly in the darkness, bumping into walls every now and then. After doing this several times, she didn't know how much time had passed when a giant hand descended from the sky and grabbed her head. She gasped and opened her eyes abruptly. Before the gentle light, she was greeted by the pungent smell of herbs.
Her eyes were suddenly stung by the smoke, and just as she was about to close them, a pair of hands held them open, and she heard Qiao Su's voice in her ear: "I specially burned this to brighten your eyes, don't waste it."
"Get up and move around a bit, see if there's anything else that's bothering you." Qiao Su said, then tossed her a thin piece of paper. "The herbs used this time are all listed here, a total of one hundred spirit stones. I'll have Jiu Qu Chen give it to me later."
The text on the paper was densely packed with several lines of words. Upon closer inspection, Qingxing saw that there were more than a dozen kinds of herbs, all clearly written down, with even the market price appended at the end.
She folded the paper and put it in her bag. Then she tried twisting her neck, wrists, and ankles, and wandered around in the spiritual network. Finally, she was surprised to find that not only were her muscles and bones more flexible, but even the broken spiritual network was repaired, just like new, and even stronger.
Moreover, it seems... Qingxing carefully sensed that she had just entered the Golden Core stage and her consciousness was not yet stable, but Qiao Su had used something on her to make her scattered consciousness become focused, and it even vaguely resembled the shape of an infant.
It should be understood that when a cultivator reaches the Nascent Soul stage, their divine consciousness will take the form of a fetus. The higher the cultivation level, the closer the shape of the divine consciousness will be to that of a divine being. It is not until the Tribulation Transcending stage that the divine form will stabilize. Generally, by this time, the cultivator is basically invincible.
Qiao Su's move laid a solid foundation for her cultivation path, so Qingxing no longer needed to expend energy to condense her divine sense; she could simply expand her spiritual network.
"The Qi-Strengthening Pill is a newly concocted product. You happened to be lying here today, so I used you as a test subject," Qiao Su stood by the bed with a forced smile. "Now it seems... the effect is quite good."
Qingxing:......
So she was used as a test subject.
She rubbed her nose, and out of politeness, said, "Thank you, Senior Uncle."
"It was just a small thing, and you have a good talent." Qiao Su tossed her another white porcelain bottle. "It's for your master; it will help him break through."
Before Qingxing could speak, she added, "Don't say thank you. Just have him go to the back mountain and dig up some herbs for me after he comes out of seclusion."
Qingxing swallowed the words that were about to come out: "Okay."
"Alright, then hurry up and leave." Qiao Su blew out the candle, then chuckled softly as if he had just thought of something. "Your group of friends have been waiting outside the hall for an hour, insisting on coming in. They're probably still here."
"When you leave, please chase them away. This is not a beggar's shelter."
"That group" of friends?
Qingxing patted her tattered disciple robes, and while lifting the curtain, she thought: Besides Gudako, who else could it be?
The next moment, her question was answered.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Shen Wan, Xie Yuzhou, Wenren Xi, and Duanmu Tingzhu stood slumped at the door. Except for Wenren Xi, the others were all exhausted and covered in blood. Shen Wan even fell asleep with her sword in her arms.
Wenren Xi was the first to notice Qingxing coming out, but before he could speak, Duanmu rushed up to Qingxing with an exaggerated expression and expectant tone: "You're the one who's ranked fifth on the wealth list and has so many magical treasures that you can single-handedly attack a sect, Senior Sister Qingxing?"
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Author's Note: The herb name [Lop-eared Rabbit Head] is made up.
Thank you for the baby's nutritional solution!
I made it onto a notorious list of toxic content, and when I woke up from my lunch break, I realized I owed Jinjiang 15,000 words...
I'll probably update five chapters this week.
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