Seeing his restrained appearance, almost in tears, Boda comforted him, "Don't worry, although your spiritual veins are damaged, your spiritual root is still there. You can stay in the Pill Pavilion, and I will use pills to help you rebuild your meridians and repair your dantian. Are you willing?"
Boda has always had high standards for people, and has only taken on one apprentice over the years. Now that she has said these words, it seems that she really likes Mo Junqian.
In response, Qinghe could only sigh silently: the protagonist's halo is indeed powerful.
Mo Junqian opened his eyes wide. These words were like a glimmer of hope to him. Could he really still cultivate? Would he really never be bullied again? Could he really start over?
His body trembled even more violently, not from fear, but from excitement.
Bertha saw the doubt in his eyes, extended a hand to him, and said gently, "If you don't believe me, try putting your hand on mine."
Mo Junqian stared at the hand for a long time before cautiously reaching out, only to pull it back abruptly after touching it.
Bertha waited patiently.
Finally, after that little hand was placed on top, Boda gathered her spiritual power and continuously channeled it into Mo Junqian's body.
"Close your eyes and feel carefully. If you can sense spiritual energy, it means you can still cultivate."
Under Boda's guidance, Mo Junqian slowly calmed down and carefully sensed that power.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, his gaze filled with astonishment and excitement. He could feel it! He really could! He wasn't a cripple; he could still cultivate!
He grabbed Boda's hand suddenly, his voice hoarse from his injury: "I want to cultivate! I must cultivate! Please help me, please help me!"
He is determined to restore his cultivation; he'll do anything for him!
Boda looked at him with pity. It was truly pitiful that the child had suffered so much at such a young age. Fortunately, he hadn't lost his fighting spirit. As the saying goes, those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune; this child was sure to have a bright future.
Boda agreed, inquired about his name and family background, and permitted him to live in Dange from now on, where he could do some chores during his recovery period.
Qinghe remained seated, leisurely sipping his tea. His index finger lightly tapped the teacup, producing a series of crisp sounds.
The male protagonist has successfully settled in the Qingyun Sect. Next, as long as he passes the Weigu Trial and shines in the trial, he will be selected by Qi Changfeng to become his disciple, thus rising to the top of his life.
Lost in thought for a moment, Mo Junqian, still recovering from his serious injuries, fainted again due to exhaustion. Boda gently covered him with a blanket, then got up and sat back down at the table.
"Sigh, this child is so pitiful." Boda sighed softly, then turned back to look at the unconscious Mo Junqian.
Qinghe thought to herself: If you knew what happened to him later, you wouldn't feel sorry for him.
Back at Luhua Terrace, the view was filled with fiery red maple leaves.
Honestly, the scenery in this book is really beautiful. The stunning landscapes described with gorgeous and exquisite words seem so real to her at this moment.
She stood amidst a sea of fiery red, as beautiful as a painting.
Later that evening, Qinghe went to Tianshu Xiaozhu.
Standing at the door, looking at the dilapidated three-story building that had been in disrepair for years, Qinghe couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Everyone says that Qingyun Sect is the number one sect. People who don't know the situation would definitely think that Qingyun Sect is rich and powerful.
Only the disciples within the sect knew that even the most enviable major sects were so poor they couldn't afford to eat.
Each disciple has multiple roles. In addition to daily training courses, they also have to do various odd jobs and are skilled in all kinds of martial arts.
They'll be performing on the mountain today, telling fortunes tomorrow, or even digging for wild vegetables to supplement their income. There's nothing they won't do.
They were all disguised when they did these things, and they were too embarrassed to say that they were from the Qingyun Sect. It was too shameful!
Eating such small portions every day is fine for those who have been practicing for a while; they've gotten used to it. But it's tough for the new disciples who have just started. They're happy at first, but after a few days, they're all emaciated and pale from hunger, their faces turning green from eating so much wild vegetables.
The Qingyun Sect does not distinguish between inner and outer disciples, only between seniority. Apart from Qing, Li Jiang, and the male protagonist who has not yet become a disciple, all other disciples are under the management of the sect leader, Lu Chang.
This rule was set by Qi Changfeng himself, ostensibly for unified management and fair competition. He often taught his disciples that doing these things was a form of training for them, and that they should not indulge in gluttony.
In response, the disciples said: Is this your reason for moving the small kitchen into your own palace, where you have delicious food for three meals a day, plus a pot of peach blossom wine?
Qinghe couldn't help but think to herself: They're so poor now, no wonder when she mentioned to Uncle Lu Chang several times that Lu Huatai needed to be rebuilt, Uncle Lu Chang's eyes kept wandering around and his words were incoherent and perfunctory.
It seems that the reason why Qingyun Sect became the top of the four sects is purely because of Qi Changfeng's strength and the good reputation he has earned over the past century. If ranked by wealth, Qingyun Sect would probably be outside the top ten long ago.
Pulling herself back to reality, Qinghe raised her hand and opened the door of the Heavenly Book Pavilion. The door creaked as it was opened by the force of the opening.
The Heavenly Book Pavilion, as the name suggests, is a place to store books, and it has three floors.
The first floor contains ordinary cultivation techniques and spell manuals. These are usually for beginners to visit and study. You can also find all sorts of strange tales and unusual writings from across the continent here.
The second level contains advanced cultivation techniques, divine artifacts and precious rings, as well as numerous rare and precious materials. One cannot ascend without a cultivation level of at least Nascent Soul.
A cultivator cannot be without their own divine artifact. Although the Qingyun Sect is poor, it will never mistreat its disciples in this respect.
Qing and Lai wanted to find some historical records about the Chaos Continent.
After this incident of exorcising the tiger demon, she deeply felt that without a full understanding of the history of this world, she would find it difficult to move forward in the future.
Although she knew she was part of a plot, being actually in it felt different from the original story; perhaps her arrival had caused a butterfly effect. For example, as Lin Nan mentioned today, she knew nothing about the Ke family handscroll. If this continued, she would inevitably reveal her secrets sooner or later.
I rummaged through the bookshelf and finally found several large books. I dusted them off and prepared to take them home to read at my leisure.
Just as I was about to turn back, I suddenly heard a faint noise coming from the second floor.
Qinghe's heart skipped a beat: Could it be a ghost?
By this time, it was already dark outside, and the dark night enveloped the dilapidated Tian Shu Xiao Zhu, making it look even more like a gloomy old house. The creaking doors and windows, blown by the wind, gave Qinghe the illusion of being in a haunted house.
Not daring to make any more sudden movements, Qinghe quietly moved to the second floor, her steps light and silent, afraid of disturbing the ghost. If she angered it and it conjured up a terrifying face with blue fangs, a ferocious expression, and eyes that seemed to pop out of the ground, she might faint on the spot.
You have to understand that she is a staunch materialist. Although she can basically say goodbye to this in the world of cultivation, she still has to be afraid of ghosts.
The higher they went, the louder the noise became. Qing and Wei gathered their spiritual energy and slowly walked towards the source of the sound.
A dark figure was seen crouching on the ground, frantically searching for something, his movements seemingly very anxious.
Qinghe carefully observed the figure. Hmm, it doesn't seem to be a ghost. It also has a shadow and looks quite thin.
The man in black was still searching when, as if sensing something, he suddenly turned around and slapped the man.
Qing was startled and quickly dodged. The force of the palm strike reached the bookshelf behind her, causing the wood to shatter and papers to fly everywhere.
After feinting, the man in black changed direction, intending to jump out of the second-floor window.
However, Qinghe would not let her off so easily.
Just kidding, you ruined my study. Do you really think the poor Qingyun Sect members are easy to bully if I don't lose some money?
In the blink of an eye, Qing and another person appeared in front of the man in black, grabbed the man's shoulder with one hand and led him to the open space in front of the Heavenly Book Pavilion.
The Great Light Mantra was unleashed, instantly flashing with golden light that transformed into a long whip that wrapped around the black-clad man's waist. The golden light hissed as soon as it touched his body.
The man in black channeled all his spiritual power to deflect the golden whip, but he was still struck by the backlash of the golden light. He clutched his chest with both hands, trying to regulate his spiritual power.
Qinghe gave his opponent no chance to breathe, gathering spiritual power in his palm and suddenly attacking the man in black.
The man in black was caught off guard and couldn't dodge in time. He hurriedly focused his energy in his palm and met the attack head-on.
However, his cultivation level was clearly inferior to Qinghe's, and he was already at a disadvantage after two rounds of fighting, with his palms gradually sweating.
Unwilling to continue the fight, he suddenly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, channeled his spiritual power into it, and thrust it fiercely at Qinghe.
Qinghe remained calm and pulled back with his hand.
With a "rip," the black veil on the woman's face slipped off, tearing a hole in her clothes and revealing her snow-white skin.
The man in black stared at Qinghe with wide eyes in surprise.
Ao and Kazuya looked at each other in surprise, glancing down at the same time. Hmm, it seemed like they could see a light blue lining.
A deathly silence fell.
The man in black snapped out of his daze, instantly enraged, and swung his knife at Qinghe with a backhand strike.
The sharp blade barely grazed her neck as Qing ducked to avoid it. When she looked up again, the man in black had vanished.
The woman's unique fragrance still lingered in the air.
Gazing into the void, Qinghe narrowed his eyes slightly; with that kind of appearance, she was undoubtedly the female lead.
The book mentions that the female protagonist infiltrated the Qingyun Sect at this time in order to find the Divine Record to save the Demon Lord.
Could this divine record be located in the Heavenly Book Pavilion?
Suddenly remembering something, he frowned and muttered, "Does this mean I've already offended the female lead? I guess... probably... I don't think so?"
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