Chapter 12 Chapter 12 There is a half-demon
Inside Sang Ling's room, Wu Yao Immortal Venerable carefully took out the jade box. This Nine Palace Core was extremely difficult to come by, so he was extremely careful when taking out the medicine, fearing that one or two might be damaged.
After taking out the Nine Palaces Core, he placed the alchemy furnace in his body across his chest, and used his spiritual power to carefully throw the Nine Palaces Core into the furnace. He then used spiritual fire to calcine it. After an incense stick of time, the Nine Palaces Core turned into medicinal liquid in the furnace, and then it began to circulate, producing a green glow, and finally turned into a pill.
The Immortal Master Wu Yao pulled the pill to Sang Ling's lips, touched it lightly, and it immediately turned into flowing light and flowed into her mouth.
The elixir made by Jiugong Rui took effect very quickly, producing blood, flesh and bones. Sang Ling's wounds began to heal rapidly, and in a short while, no trace of the scars on her back could be seen at night.
Even Wuyao Xianzun couldn't help but sigh, "It's worthy of being the Nine Palace Core."
Xiang Heng Xianzun stared at Sang Ling and asked, "How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"
Ping Jia even walked around Sang Ling several times, making sure that all the scars on her body disappeared bit by bit.
Sang Ling touched the back lightly, and what she felt was no longer bloody flesh, but skin as smooth as cream. She moved a few times and felt good.
"No discomfort, this healing speed is worthy of Elder Yao."
Wuyao Immortal Venerable stroked his beard with a satisfied look on his face, "In order to save you from a little pain, I have put a lot of effort into refining the medicine. However, I used medicine on the scar beside your eye before, but this medicine conflicts with the Nine Palace Core, so it will take more than a month for it to heal completely."
It was just a minor injury, Sang Ling didn't care. She stood up and saluted, "Sang Ling thanks Elder Yao."
Wuyao Immortal Venerable helped her up, "Now we just have to wait for the Grand Elder of the Wanyao Sect to come and deal with the blood talisman on your body, and then I can rest assured."
Sang Ling's fingertips touched the blood talisman. Ever since she returned to the sect, the blood talisman seemed to have grown into her flesh and blood, causing no pain or itch, and was often forgotten.
But again, the more ordinary it is, the more menacing it becomes.
However, Sang Ling didn't take it too seriously. Since the Wanyao Sect's Grand Elder had been invited, there should be a way.
Sang Ling was not panicked, but Xiang Heng was anxious and asked Wu Yao immediately, "When will the Grand Elder of Wan Yao Sect arrive?"
Wuyao Immortal Venerable counted on his fingers, "Within three days."
Ping Jia frowned impatiently: "Three days! It's too long, Master, I will go and invite the Grand Elder of the Wanyao Sect myself."
Hua Ying's face was solemn, and he immediately bowed and asked for instructions: "Master, let me go first. I am faster than Ping Jia."
The worry on the three people's faces was evident.
Wuyao Immortal Venerable glanced at the three of them calmly, and said slowly: "Although I don't know what this blood talisman is, I can still tell whether it will hurt Sang Ling within three days."
Immortal Venerable Xiang Heng and the other two finally felt relieved and stopped arguing about who would go to invite the Grand Elder of Wanyao Sect.
Sang Ling looked at them without even a hint of expression.
Wuyao Immortal Venerable observed Sang Ling for a long time, and only walked out after confirming that all the injuries were healed. The courtyard outside Sang Ling was crowded with disciples. When they saw Wuyao Immortal Venerable come out, they immediately asked:
"Elder, how is the eldest sister?"
The healing effect was very good. Wuyao Xianzun felt relieved and replied with a smile: "You have recovered well. You people should not gather here to disturb your sister's peace."
The disciples were not annoyed, they agreed happily, and kept their mouths shut and waited outside for a long time before leaving.
Immortal Master Wu Yao turned around and went back to his room. Immortal Master Xiang Heng and Hua Ying Pingjia were still standing by Sang Ling's bed, but their faces did not look very good.
Wuyao Xianzun was in a really good mood and said:
"Master, Lian Wan's foundation is damaged now. I'm afraid I can't heal her."
What I meant was, don't look for him.
Unexpectedly, Xiang Heng Xian Zun just frowned and said, "Since she acted like this, she should bear the consequences."
Even Ping Jiahua didn't say a word to defend Lian Wan.
But Sang Ling didn't take all this seriously at all.
She and Lian Wan, or rather her original self and Lian Wan, have never been in a competitive relationship, competing for the attention of these people.
Even if these three people completely cut ties with Lian Wan at this moment, it would mean nothing to her.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng and the other two stayed at Sang Ling's place until very late, and only left when Immortal Master Wu Yao personally asked them to leave.
While they were staying here, Lian Wan sent people to report twice.
One report was that Lian Wan had a heart attack due to anger and fell into a coma.
The second report came that Lian Wan's cultivation level had dropped two levels, and there seemed to be signs of going astray.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng and the other two frowned upon hearing this, but in the end only Yao Xiu was left to go.
Lian Wan really reaped what she sowed. After that day, no matter how she tried to gain sympathy and pity from the three men by using her serious injuries, she was said to be turned away.
But Sang Ling doesn't care about all this.
After her back injury healed, Sang Ling continued to practice in the room. She didn't know how many days she had been practicing until Miaomiao couldn't help but pull her out of the room to rest.
Because Sang Ling was injured, Miaomiao now had the power to control people. She pushed Sang Ling out of the door and said earnestly:
"Big sister, there is no time in life when you can't practice. You need to take a proper rest. Go out for a walk!"
Sang Ling smiled and walked out obediently without resisting. Only then did she feel comfortable.
Ever since she came to the world of cultivating immortals, she has been in constant fear of death, and has been accompanied by bone-eating pain. Now that her life has been saved and her injuries have healed, she has stopped cultivating again, and a sense of relief that she has not felt for a long time is spreading throughout her body.
Sang Ling almost sighed in comfort.
Now even the wind is fresh and the clouds are soothing.
Sang Ling walked aimlessly. The scenery of Cangwu Immortal Palace was very beautiful. It was spring and everything was green. From time to time, a few spirit birds flew by, and the whole place was full of vitality.
She had not noticed these scenes since she returned to the sect a few days ago. She walked step by step, comparing the scene before her with her original memory one by one.
Little by little, I can feel the traces of my original existence.
The top of the mountain was quiet. Only when Sang Ling reached the middle of the mountain did he slowly see the other disciples. The sunlight was clear, spreading outside a bamboo forest. That place was open, and there were many outer disciples practicing there.
Seeing Sang Ling, these outer disciples blushed with excitement and greeted her repeatedly, "Big Sister!"
Sang Ling turned around and walked towards them.
The outer disciples immediately stood up straight, some were so excited that they couldn't even shout the word "senior sister" clearly.
It is difficult for outer disciples to see inner disciples or direct disciples, so most of the time they just bow and greet each other, while inner disciples and direct disciples just pass by without even glancing at them.
Who would have thought that the senior sister would actually come over? She is the senior sister!
The white moonlight of the entire fairy world!
Some inner disciples and direct disciples were good friends with Lian Wan, and often heard her sighing about Sang Ling's substitute, which gradually led to a shift in their feelings towards Sang Ling.
However, these outer disciples were not taken seriously by Lian Wan. Instead, they only knew that Sang Ling protected the sect and died to welcome the Demon Lord. He was the hero of the sect and the white moonlight of the fairy world.
Sang Ling glanced at the outer disciples who were sweating profusely from practicing, and asked softly, "How is your practice going?"
It was just a simple question, but the disciple facing Sang Ling blushed.
He took a deep breath and replied with great strength: "Not bad!"
The sound was so loud that it almost spread beyond the bamboo forest and into other places.
Sang Ling smiled and looked at these disciples gently. Their excitement and enthusiasm really reminded her of the fans in her previous life. They poured out their passion and wanted to mix all their love in their eyes and convey it to her in the limited eye contact.
These outer disciples also treated their original bodies in the same way.
She accepted the love and said, "Is there a problem with cultivation?"
The disciples were ecstatic that the senior sister, whom they had only dared to look up to, not only cared about them so much, but even wanted to teach them.
How could these outer disciples dare to dream of being taught by a direct disciple? Even the inner disciples didn’t dare to dream of it, let alone the senior sister who had already reached the golden elixir stage.
You should know that when one’s cultivation reaches the Golden Core stage, every sect will be vying to give him the title of elder.
As outer disciples, they could only crowd together in the thousands every month to listen to lectures given by the outer elders, who only imparted some general knowledge each time. Such classes only happened once a month.
It is even more unrealistic to expect the elders to give instructions personally.
For the outer disciples, Sang Ling's words were like a huge surprise. They were so shocked that they could not tell the truth from the false for a moment and were still in a state of disbelief.
After a long while, a younger junior sister asked tentatively: "Big sister, when I practice the introductory Neijing, I often feel pain in my body. Every time I practice for a short while, the pain becomes so severe that I can't continue."
Sang Ling was very patient and guided her to go through the Neijing completely, and she found the crux of the problem after just one go.
"Inner Canon cultivation is not just about drawing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body. It is necessary to guide the spiritual energy through the skin, flesh, blood, and veins, impacting the nodes in the body one by one, and only when all of them are opened can it flow smoothly."
The outer disciple who asked the question looked at Sang Ling with eyes shining. She just thought the senior sister was kind, but she didn't expect that she would be so careful to point out the problem.
Sang Ling suddenly remembered something, "These things are the most basic, don't you know?"
It is normal for an outer disciple not to know, but there are so many outer disciples gathered here, and no one knows the root of the problem.
The female disciple immediately panicked and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Senior Sister, I didn't practice hard enough."
The other disciples also apologized in shame, not even daring to look at Sang Ling. What could be more painful than losing face in front of your idol?
Sang Ling realized that what she said might be misunderstood, and explained: "Senior Sister is not blaming you. If you don't know such basic things, then it proves that the sect is not thorough in teaching."
The female disciple's mouth flattened and she stood there in a daze, not knowing how to react.
As outer disciples, they may be the best in the mortal world, but they are just the lowest group in Cangwu Immortal Palace. They have no talent and no strength, and do insignificant work in the sect, so the cultivation resources will not be tilted towards them.
When faced with problems encountered during cultivation, no one will solve them. Only by continuous attempts can the problem be solved. Some people cannot solve a small problem in their entire life and their cultivation path is cut short. Others use extreme means to solve a problem, but they are already half paralyzed before the problem is solved.
It seems that only the eldest sister has the sense of justice to dare to die for the sect, and the love to lower her head to see these people.
Sang Ling smiled and rubbed the female disciple's head, saying softly, "Okay, now try running the Neijing again."
The female disciple wiped her tears and tried hard to recall what Sang Ling said, and followed her instructions step by step. Sang Ling also watched her attentively and corrected any mistakes immediately.
In just a moment, the female disciple broke through the first node in her body, and the spiritual power spread all over her body. She felt so comfortable that she didn't feel any pain at all.
The female disciple was so happy, "Big Sister, I did it!"
Sang Ling seemed to be infected and smiled happily, "Great."
The other disciples gained courage and were eager to try.
"Big sister, there is something I am confused about when practicing the third form of the Crazy Sword."
"Master Sister..."
Sang Ling was very patient and answered all questions one by one.
The disciples surrounded her, wanting to get closer to her at all times. Sang Ling was also very happy, but there was always a gaze cast over her from within the bamboo forest.
During the short break of the Q&A session, Sang Ling finally realized who was looking at her.
He is a half-demon that failed to evolve, and looks like an ordinary human, except for a pair of erect ears and a furry tail.
He seemed to want to get closer, but after looking left and right in the bamboo forest, he could only hide deeper.
When the other outer disciples saw Sang Ling had discovered him, they immediately hesitated and said, "Master Sister, he is... a half-demon."
Although after Pingjia, Cangwu Immortal Palace has become much more tolerant towards half-demons, ordinary disciples are still a little afraid of them.
Ping Jia at least looks like an ordinary person, but the half-demon in front of him is one who failed in evolution and retained part of his animal form.
This half-demon seemed to have very alert hearing. When he heard a disciple say this, his face was full of hurt and he hid deeper in the bamboo forest.
Although both are half-demons, this man and Ping Jia are different. Ping Jia is very penny-wise and he has taken revenge on every one of those who have looked down on him or insulted him by calling him a half-demon.
There was only hurt and timidity in the eyes of this half-demon, without a trace of hostility.
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