"Sister, let's leave this place first." (The previous chapter has been updated, please refresh to see it, I feel much better today, love you all and thank you for your concern!)
Song Tingwan softly agreed. The two sisters turned back with heavy hearts, looking at the city they had come from, before finally turning their gazes away and heading north.
My father instructed me that no matter what happened, I should not look back, but keep heading north.
But the earthquake came suddenly, as if it were aimed at the two of them.
Did it... implicate the nearby residents who suffered the same fate?
The two sisters, heavy with worries, flew north for a long time before reaching the next city.
The whole city was filled with wails of grief.
Ruins lay scattered across the land after the earthquake.
Those who practice medicine, alchemy, or witchcraft are so busy they barely have time to rest.
Looking at the scene of severed limbs and heavy casualties, Song Tingwan's eyes trembled slightly. "How could this be?"
Even a massive earthquake with fissures wouldn't cause such a devastating scene.
"I'll go ask."
After landing smoothly on her sword, Song Siyao grabbed a passerby and asked, "What happened here?"
The man was about to curse, but seeing Song Siyao's extraordinary demeanor and that he seemed to be a cultivator from elsewhere, he held back and explained, "After the earthquake, the rampaging monsters caused chaos and ate many people."
A man-eating monster?
Song Siyao's pupils contracted.
"What are the casualties?"
As she asked, she took out her disciple's token from the Sword Inquiry Sect.
The man's attitude changed instantly. "So you're a fellow Daoist from the Sword Inquiry Sect. Almost everyone around the city gate was attacked by demonic beasts."
Song Tingwan walked over slowly, frowning as she asked, "Where is that monster now?"
So many people have been injured; if they are still alive, even more innocent people will be hurt.
"We don't know. We were busy rescuing people when we arrived, and we didn't hear about the whereabouts of the monster."
Upon hearing this, the two sisters exchanged glances.
"I'm going to find the whereabouts of the monster."
"I'm going to rescue them."
The two nodded solemnly and went their separate ways.
Song Siyao flew up on her sword to search for the aura of the surrounding demonic beasts, while Song Tingwan lifted her skirt and hurried into the city to help someone lift out the injured person who had been pinned down.
"Thank you." Dan Xiu looked up and smiled, but then froze.
"You are...you are—"
Song Tingwan smiled and stopped her, "Which way should we help the person?"
"Over here, over here! What are you doing here?" The young female cultivator was overjoyed and carefully helped the injured person.
"Passing through this place, I could not bear to ignore the heavy casualties."
After Song Tingwan finished speaking, she helped the person up and freed one hand. With a flick of her wrist, the green mist instantly condensed above the wailing sounds.
With a light flick of his sleeve, the crimson mist descended.
The wailing stopped instantly.
Everyone was stunned.
The injured civilians were stunned into realizing what had happened, "Hey, my injuries?"
"My leg, my leg, it's healed!"
"The huge hole I was bitten through is gone?"
"Mother, are there really gods in this world? My eyes don't hurt anymore."
Amidst the exclamation, the child's innocent words were exceptionally clear.
Song Tingwan turned her head and smiled at the little girl. With a flick of her fingertips, she washed away the bloodstains on the child's body.
The child's mother realized what was happening and thanked her repeatedly.
"Thank you, immortal."
"Goddess of Sleeping Pillow, you are indeed as kind-hearted as the rumors say."
The unusually obvious expressions of gratitude and appreciation drew everyone's attention.
The person Song Tingwan and the female cultivator were supporting also recovered. From being in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he touched his chest in disbelief and then thanked the female cultivator.
"Thank you, goddess, for saving my life."
With a thud, he knelt down and was about to kowtow when Song Tingwan quickly reached out to support him, placing her spiritual energy under his forehead.
"No need for that, it's just a small favor."
Once those who saw her face realized what was happening, exclamations of surprise and delight at the words "Sleeping Goddess" rose and fell.
Song Tingwan quickly pulled the female cultivator beside her toward the city, "Thank you for your help. Are there any other injured people around? Could you take me there?"
After realizing what was happening, the female cultivator nodded repeatedly and, before anyone else could react, quickly led Song Tingwan away from the place.
After that, wherever Danwu went, she saved anyone who still had a breath left.
A delicate fragrance of cinnamon lingers in this small town.
The disciples of the Suspended Pot Sect who rushed over stopped at the city gate and watched the people covered in blood walking around. Although some people were collecting the corpses, the injured looked like cultivators.
"Didn't they say the casualties were heavy? It doesn't seem like that at all."
Someone asked, slightly taken aback.
A passing cultivator laughed upon hearing this, "When the Goddess of Sleep passed by, the legendary pale green mist descended, and everyone's injuries were mostly healed, not to mention ordinary people."
The disciples of the Suspended Pot Sect breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of whether they were the ones who saved the people, it was a good thing that the people received timely assistance.
"Is the Sleeping Goddess still there?"
One of the disciples asked curiously.
The rogue cultivator shook his head. "I don't know."
Chu Tan withdrew his gaze from surveying the small town. "Let's go. The Sleeping Goddess has healed most of everyone's injuries. We, the Suspended Pot Sect, will handle the rest of the healing."
It's a pity I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to see her again.
Thinking of the promise he made to her in Beihe, Chu Tan blushed slightly.
He was unaware that Song Tingwan was already capable of refining seventh or eighth-grade pills. She had saved his life, and he, relying on his status as the closed-door disciple of the Supreme Elder of the Xuanhu Sect, promised her that she could ask him for pills in the future.
Unexpectedly, Song Tingwan was so powerful.
He really spouted nonsense in front of the big shots.
Although he later heard that he had contributed to the list of beauties of the century after she sacrificed herself.
But he wanted to apologize to her in person, admitting that he had been too arrogant and unaware that there were always people more capable than himself.
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