On the chaotic edge of life and death, Shen Jue was swept along by the sea, drifting for an unknown period of time.
That bubble of life swayed gently, resisting the erosion and chill of the seawater, becoming the last barrier between her and death.
Fortunately, fate was reluctant to swallow her up. At dawn, as the storm subsided, the waves gently pushed her onto the island's beach.
Xiao Xiao, who was the first to spot Shen Jue, immediately recognized this distinguished guest who had brought novel items to the island, played with the little rabbits, and taught them how to make cards.
She skipped and hopped anxiously towards the island, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Grandpa Chief! Grandpa Chief! Come with me quickly! I found Sister Shenjue on the beach, and she seems to be dying!"
The small sound was particularly loud in the quiet morning, startling a flock of birds in the woods.
At that time, the clan chief Zhi Jiu was sorting through newly picked herbs in the medicine hut. Upon hearing Xiao Xiao's shout, he paused in his work, immediately put down the herbs, and rushed out.
"Where is it? Take me there quickly!"
When Zhi Jiu arrived at the beach with Xiao Xiao, he saw Shen Jue's pale and lifeless appearance. Even the usually composed man had a hint of panic in his eyes.
He quickly knelt down, checked Shen Jue's breathing, and then felt her weak pulse, his expression becoming increasingly grave.
"Quickly, carry her to my quiet room!"
At Zhi Jiu's command, several strong rabbits who had followed him hurriedly wove a makeshift stretcher out of vines and carefully carried Shen Jue into the quiet room deep inside the island, which was filled with the fragrance of medicine.
Zhi Jiu followed closely behind, looking tense, his mind racing as he pondered the reason for Shen Jue's miserable state.
Upon entering the quiet room, Zhi Jiu dispelled the soothing medicinal fragrance that had been lingering in the room. He first paced around Shen Jue, his gaze sharp, scrutinizing her from her pale face to her chapped lips, becoming increasingly certain that this was no ordinary injury.
Reaching out to touch Shen Jue's wrist, sensing the weak and disordered pulse, Zhi Jiu's brows furrowed, and he muttered, "This curse is insidious and ruthless; the person who committed it was determined to kill."
As a master card maker, Zhi Jiu knew that ordinary methods would be insufficient to resolve such a deadly curse.
Afterwards, Master Zhijiu sighed, muttered something, and soon his figure transformed into an old man with white hair.
Zhi Jiu turned and walked towards the antique wooden cabinet against the wall. His hands quickly swept across the rows of drawers, and with a "creaking" sound, he took out all kinds of rare herbs and exotic minerals and arranged them on the table.
But that's not enough. The key to breaking the curse may lie in a specially made card.
Zhi Jiu moved to the secret room, where his most prized and also most dangerous card-making achievement was kept.
The wall was covered with cards that shimmered with a faint light, and his gaze quickly and precisely locked onto a few cards that radiated purifying power.
These cards were painstakingly crafted by him in his early years, originally intended to ward off an unprecedented catastrophe on the island. However, in order to save Shen Jue, he had to activate them ahead of schedule.
Back in the quiet room, Zhi Jiu first crushed the herbs, mixed them with a few mineral powders containing spiritual energy, and set them aside for later use.
Then, holding the purification card, he chanted incantations, and obscure, ancient spells rang out, merging with the soft halo that gradually lit up the card. The light, like ripples on water, slowly enveloped Shen Jue's entire body.
Every ray of light that seeped into Shen Jue's body caused her to tremble and cold sweat to pour from her forehead—the curse was putting up a stubborn resistance.
The veins on Zhi Jiu's forehead bulged, indicating an increased energy output and a stronger purification power from the card.
At the same time, he separated a wisp of his spiritual power, manipulating the herbal mixture, which turned into wisps of green smoke and entered through Chen Jue's seven orifices, attacking from both inside and outside to annihilate the rampant curse power.
This battle, fought without visible smoke, lasted for several hours, with energy surging and light flashing continuously in the quiet room.
Only when the last rays of the setting sun shone through the window did the pain on Shen Jue's face lessen and his breathing become a little calmer.
Zhi Jiu let out a long sigh of relief, but his body swayed slightly. The intense rescue he had just performed had almost completely drained his strength reserves.
But he didn't have time to rest, so he hurried to the stove to start a fire and prepare to brew nourishing medicine.
Add water and carefully selected precious medicinal herbs to the pot, and Zhi Jiu uses his remaining strength to ignite the flames so that the soup can be cooked as quickly as possible.
As the aroma of the medicine filled the air, he carefully ladled the broth into a bowl, blew on it to cool it, and then fed it to Shen Jue spoonful by spoonful.
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