The divine dust dancing around Peach Mountain, the golden shimmering dust, appeared even more sacred under the sunlight.
The disciples of Tianlan Sect were immersed in this unprecedented gift from heaven. Some people's long-standing problems in advancing their cultivation were enlightened at this moment. Disciples who were stuck on the edge of enlightenment suddenly had a burst of fantasies before their eyes. Enlightenment was on this day. Even the elders who were in seclusion to recuperate from their injuries were silently healed under the divine grace.
What was supposed to be an ordinary day turned into a stunning contrast: first, demonic clouds gathered, then golden light shimmered.
Mu Yu discovered that the demonic cloud on the Cliff of Contemplation was a scheme orchestrated by Chunmei when she came to Tianlan Sect to pick up Limei last time.
Sect Leader Han Song lowered his eyes and looked at his beloved disciple kneeling below the hall, pleading guilty. After a long while, he sighed, "You don't need to blame yourself. The Demon Clan is ambitious and wants to unify and conquer the cultivation world. It's not something that can be accomplished in a day."
"In the end, it was the disciple's oversight that allowed the demons to take advantage of the situation and set up a demonic cloud within the sect. The disciple accepts punishment!" Mu Yu said firmly, each word demanding that Sect Leader Han Song punish him.
"Then, I'll punish you by making you work as an assistant to your junior sister Zhu Yi."
Sect Leader Hansong, abandoning his previous leisurely demeanor, gave Mu Yu an extra instruction: "Take your junior disciples and clean up the sect more thoroughly. Collect all the golden dust in the sect and put it in the mission hall for our disciples to use as cultivation resources."
Sect Leader Hansong asked Master Yujing what exactly these golden, shimmering dusts were.
The Imperial Mirror Master sent him a detailed message using the Jade Spirit Communication device.
A divine blessing, a divine blessing unseen in the cultivation world for thousands of years!
The divine essence containing the purest immortal power of the spirit realm is a panacea in the cultivation world!
Sect Leader Han Song's first reaction was to keep this treasure well hidden and not let the old guys from other sects know about it!
Mu Yu accepted the order, but he still felt somewhat uneasy.
He strode out, when he suddenly heard his master's voice behind him: "Mu Yu!"
Mu Yu turned around, thinking that his master had something important to tell him, but he only heard Sect Leader Han Song's fox-like eyes darting around: "Remember to clean it up properly. Don't touch the golden dust on Peach Mountain. That belongs to your junior sister Zhu Yi, and we can't covet it. Make sure to clean up the golden dust in other places!"
Mu Yu remained silent. His master hadn't punished him for this incident, but he felt uneasy. After bowing again, he went out to handle his business, focusing intently on his duties.
Inside Peach Mountain, Zhu Yi pondered for a long time before finally deciding to draw his sword for Xue Shan.
"Can we do it?" Weiwei was ultimately somewhat discouraged. From childhood to adulthood, she had rarely even hunted demonic beasts, yet now she had to draw her sword for Xue Shan.
Zhu Yi nodded. The evening breeze drifted in through the window, carrying a hint of the lingering heat of late summer. It was as if Zhu Yi, emerging from her confusion and helplessness, had shed the naivety of her youthful heart by pressing the buttons of art.
Weiwei saw a completely new and determined Zhu Yi, like a traveler returning from a long and arduous journey, covered in dust and accompanied by wind and snow.
“Yes, aren’t we alchemists just healers in the cultivation world?” Zhu Yi put down the anatomical atlas in her hand and handed it to Weiwei. “Look, a human heart is actually only the size of a fist, so we must be extra careful when we operate on Shanshan. Little Peach Blossom said that Golden Light Dust is a rare treasure in the cultivation world. With this treasure, we may be able to save a lot of trouble.”
"But I...I don't know how to do it, junior sister. Do you know how to make these things?"
Zhu Yi took out a Xuan Tian Sheng Ji Talisman from the ruby ring, and used the collected golden dust to re-trace the incantation on the talisman. As she finished writing, the entire talisman underwent an astonishing qualitative change that was visible to the naked eye.
In the cultivation world, yellow talismans spontaneously combusted without wind, and scattered ashes fell to the ground. In the void, where the talismans had been, incantations composed of golden dust shimmered.
Vivi exclaimed in surprise, "Can this really enhance the power of the talisman?"
"I don't know. I'm guessing that the talismans in our cultivation world can't withstand such immense immortal power!"
As if it could understand Zhu Yi's speech, the golden little spell, like a mischievous child, turned around haughtily and, mimicking a naughty kid sticking out its butt and cursing at Zhu Yi...
Moreover, you don't know its value. This talisman was created by the hand of a deity. Whether it can save lives depends entirely on the talisman's mood!
"Junior Sister, look at it! It seems to understand what we're saying!"
Zhu Yi's lips twitched. She understood. As the one who had just drawn the talisman, she understood the arrogant little talisman's words: "As expected of a spirit world object, it is indeed very spiritual!"
Zhu Yi earnestly prayed to the incantation in the void: "Cute little talisman, my friend is in danger and desperately needs your help! Please lend a hand~"
The proud little talisman succumbed to Zhu Yi's soft and sweet pleading, leaving Weiwei stunned. Could this really be done?
The golden spell circled Xue Shan's chest several times before finally finding a comfortable spot to lie down, in a cute position like a well-behaved child saying goodnight before bed.
The incantation gradually dissipated, merging into Xue Shan's body little by little. Xue Shan, whose face was ashen, slowly regained her vitality. Although her face was still pale, Zhu Yi could still feel the hope of healing her in her pulse beating regularly again.
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