"Master!" At this moment, several figures flew over. This place was a very important place in Baiyujing, and it was usually heavily guarded.
Today, the abbot brought the regent here. They couldn't get too close, but they kept a close eye on the situation from a distance.
Originally, everyone was curious about what the aloof abbot would talk to him about, and even worried that the abbot's coldness would offend the regent, after all, the other party now had immense power and unparalleled cultivation.
The next second, the abbot suddenly vomited blood and fainted!
"You scoundrel, release our abbot!" Although everyone was worried that the abbot would offend Zu'an, they couldn't care less about that in the next second.
Over the years, Yan Xuehen has enjoyed a high reputation in the dream world. Coupled with her otherworldly and unparalleled beauty, she is regarded as the dream goddess by people of all ages.
Seeing that she was injured and her life was hanging in the balance, and that she was being held in the arms of another man, no one cared about whether she was a regent or not.
Despite receiving a barrage of angry messages in the background, Zu An was not happy at the moment. Instead, he held Yan Xuehen's pulse tightly to check her condition.
At this moment, the elders from various peaks also rushed over upon hearing the news. Seeing the situation, they all drew their weapons and pointed them at Zu'an, and the situation suddenly became extremely tense.
"I didn't do anything to her, she must have gone mad from practicing qi cultivation." Zuan wasn't afraid of these people, but it would be troublesome if a conflict delayed her treatment.
"Nonsense! Senior Sister Yan's cultivation level has always been recognized as the best among the three generations. She has also reached the stage of Supreme Forgetfulness. How could she possibly suffer a qi deviation!" an old man with a goatee shouted.
This drew widespread condemnation and agreement from many within the sect.
Zu An glanced at his old man-like appearance and felt a strange sense of unease, not expecting that Yan Xuehen was actually his senior sister. "I didn't lay a hand on her just now, so how could I have hurt her? If you don't believe me, you can check for yourselves and see if you can save her as soon as possible."
Many elders turned to look at the several middle-aged disciples, who had been "monitoring" from a distance.
Those people shook their heads:
"Indeed, we did not see him make a move."
"However, it's hard to guarantee that he didn't use some strange methods to assassinate the abbot without lifting a finger."
"For example, he seemed to be staring at the abbot the whole time."
...
"Enough!" A white-robed elder, who looked like a hermit, stopped them. If the dignified Abbot of Baiyujing Temple were injured like this just from a glare from someone, wouldn't that be a huge joke?
"Elder Qi, go and take a look."
A middle-aged Taoist nun nodded and came to Yan Xuehen's side. She had a beautiful face and one could vaguely tell that she was a beauty when she was young. However, even next to Yan Xuehen, who was seriously injured and unconscious, she still paled in comparison.
She placed her fingers on Yan Xuehen's wrist, and after a moment, her expression suddenly changed, and she exclaimed in surprise, "How could this be!"
"What's wrong?" the white-robed elder asked anxiously.
"The abbess...she..." The middle-aged Taoist nun said several times, but couldn't finish her sentence.
The white-robed elder couldn't wait any longer. He immediately sent three silk threads out of his sleeve and placed them on Yan Xuehen's wrist. For cultivators at their level, diagnosing pulses by suspending silk threads was an extremely simple matter.
His expression quickly changed drastically: "He's injured to this extent. Even if he's barely saved, his entire cultivation will probably be lost."
"What!" Everyone around was stunned. Yan Xuehen was the pride of Baiyujing and the most talented disciple in hundreds of years. How could she suddenly turn out like this?
Upon hearing this, Zuan immediately cut the threads: "After all this time, you still can't save her. You've wasted my time. I'll save her myself from now on."
He then picked her up and carried her toward her cave not far away.
Upon seeing this, Bai Yujing's men were all shocked and stopped him, asking, "What do you want to do?"
"Of course we'll save her, is that even a question?" Zuan said irritably.
“But…men and women shouldn’t touch each other!” Someone finally found a reason, and the others nodded in agreement.
Besides being their abbot, Yan Xuehen was also an exceptionally beautiful woman. How could she allow a man to carry her into the house?
Who knows what he'll do?
"What time is it? Do you want to watch her die or become a cripple?" Zu An roared.
The others held their breath, none daring to take on the responsibility. It was the white-robed elder who spoke up: "In that case, let Junior Sister Qi go in with you. It's good to have someone to look after her."
It was called taking care of her, but it was actually surveillance. No one felt comfortable letting Yan Xuehen, who was now powerless to resist, be with a man.
"No, I can't let others see my treatment process," Zu An said coldly. What a joke! If they knew how I treated them, they'd cause an uproar.
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