"oh?"
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows and looked at Qingyao with a smile.
"I wonder why Miss Qingyao is helping us two like this?"
"You know, we just met by chance."
The smile on Qingyao's delicate face suddenly disappeared, replaced by an indelible bitterness.
She did not directly answer Chen Yang's question, but turned her beautiful eyes and asked:
"How much do you two know about the Qinglian Holy Land? In your eyes, what kind of existence is the Qinglian Holy Land?"
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, his doubts growing. This Miss Qingyao was really unpredictable. However, he still answered truthfully:
"The Qinglian Holy Land is well-known to the world for its medical skills and holy heart. It is a holy land for elixirs, a place where alchemists all over the world dream of seeking the truth."
"I think it must be because there is abundant spiritual energy and many experts."
After hearing Chen Yang's answer, Qingyao did not show any pride, but the bitterness became even stronger.
She sighed softly, with a hint of self-mockery in her tone:
"Sacred Heart of Medical Hands, Holy Land of Elixirs? Haha, maybe it used to be that..."
Chen Yang and Xue Qing looked at each other and saw doubt in each other's eyes.
Qingyao's reaction was really strange.
Could it be that this Qinglian Holy Land has some unknown secrets?
"You two don't know."
Qingyao paused, as if organizing her words.
"The Qinglian Holy Land today has long lost its former glory."
"oh?"
Hearing this, Chen Yang frowned slightly, leaned forward slightly, and motioned Qingyao to continue.
He had been imprisoned for a hundred years and didn't know many things.
Now even the Qinglian Holy Land is on the decline?
"Over the past hundred years, the Qinglian Holy Land has gradually declined. Medicinal herbs are in short supply, spiritual medicines are fading, and even the elixir refining, which they are most proud of, is no longer as good as before."
Qingyao's faint voice echoed in the private room, as if carrying a sigh of a century of vicissitudes.
"A hundred years ago, the Qingyun Sword Immortal, in order to resist the invasion of evil demons from outside the domain, wanted to break through his own limits and seek the opportunity for the final step."
"The old leader of the Qinglian Holy Land at that time, the old leader Ni, known as the Hundred Paths of Medicine, spared no effort to refine the essence of the holy land's myriad medicinal herbs, and even used his own essence as a guide to refine an unprecedented holy medicine."
Having said that, Qingyao paused, and a hint of sadness and reverence flashed in her eyes.
Chen Yang, who was sitting next to him, trembled all over, with a hint of shock in his eyes.
A hundred years ago, Old Monster Ni did send someone to deliver a pill, wishing him a breakthrough.
But the situation was critical at the time, so he didn't investigate further.
After repelling the evil demons from outside the domain, he also gave up his cultivation and was placed under house arrest in the Floating Light Holy Land, unable to learn any news from the outside world.
At that time, he thought it was just the masterpiece of Old Monster Ni, but he didn't expect to pay such a price!
"That holy medicine ultimately helped the Qingyun Sword Immortal break free from his shackles, slay millions of evil demons, and protect the peace of our human race."
There was a hint of trembling in Qingyao's voice.
"But, it was also after that battle that my Qinglian Holy Land..."
She didn't say anything else, but the sadness in her words was self-evident.
Xue Qingbing was smart and naturally understood the deeper meaning. She gently stroked the back of Chen Yang's hand and asked softly, "But that holy medicine caused great damage to the vitality of the Qinglian Holy Land?"
"It's more than just a serious loss of vitality..."
Qingyao smiled bitterly and shook her head.
"In order to refine that holy medicine, Sect Master Ni almost exhausted the holy land's ten thousand-year heritage."
"Even he himself was nearly exhausted. If it weren't for the eighty-eight supreme elders who assisted in refining the medicine and injected the last bit of essence into the old sect master's body, he would probably have passed away in front of the alchemy furnace that day."
"hiss……"
Chen Yang took a deep breath and felt even more guilty.
He never imagined that in order to refine a holy medicine, he would have to sacrifice nearly a hundred peerless alchemists and the ten-thousand-year-old foundation of a holy land. This price was too heavy.
As the only beneficiary, he was unaware of this and instead supported the Floating Light Holy Land, which had been raising wolves in vain for a hundred years!
"And what happened next?"
Suppressing the anger boiling in his heart, Chen Yang asked softly.
Qingyao smiled bitterly and said, "What else can I do?"
"Eighty-eight supreme elders passed away, and the old sect leader went into seclusion to recuperate. The Qinglian Holy Land was closed for decades, but even so, it was unable to reverse its decline."
"Although the current sect leader is incredibly talented and is even a disciple of the Azure Cloud Sword Immortal, he is inevitably stretched when tasked with this mission in times of crisis."
"Nowadays, in the Holy Land, spiritual medicines are dwindling, and all medicines are in short supply. Even the most basic pill refining is difficult to sustain..."
When she said this, there was a hint of resentment and helplessness in her tone.
"What's even more tragic is that those families that were originally attached to our Qinglian Holy Land, seeing the Holy Land's decline, have all switched allegiance. Some even take advantage of the situation to rob us..."
"I see."
After hearing this, Chen Yang suddenly understood, but his heart felt even more painful as if he was crying blood.
"That's why you recruit those playboys. As long as their families provide enough medicinal herbs, they can start practicing."
"Although you are an inner sect elder disciple, you care about the sect and dislike those rich kids, but for the sake of the sect's resources, you have to endure it."
"So, you saw us teaching those disciples today, and you felt grateful and were so friendly to us, right?"
Qingyao smiled bitterly and nodded without denying it.
"I see……"
Chen Yang felt mixed emotions. The continent's top-tier alchemy sect, which had been passed down for thousands of years, had been depleted to this extent in just a hundred years.
In order to ensure the continuation of the sect, they even accepted those good-for-nothings into the sect.
And all of this was caused by him...
"Then Miss Qingyao, you..." Chen Yang looked at Qingyao, hesitant to speak.
Qingyao smiled bitterly, her beautiful face full of loneliness.
"Me? I'm just an insignificant disciple of the Qinglian Holy Land. I've come down the mountain to train, just to try my luck and see if I can find some magical herbs to contribute a little to the Holy Land..."
At this point, she seemed to remember something, and quickly changed the subject, apologetically saying to Chen Yang and the others:
"I'm sorry to have made you two laugh. We just met by chance, but I'm rambling on and on, saying so many depressing things."
Qingyao gently wiped away the tears that had not yet dried from the corners of her eyes, collected her thoughts, and restored her gentle smile as watery as at the beginning. She stood up and bowed slightly to Chen Yang and the others:
"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you two. Qingyao lost her composure for a moment. I hope you can forgive me. This place is not far from the Holy Land. Please follow me."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the depths of the forest.
Chen Yang and Xue Qingbing looked at each other and saw the complicated expressions in each other's eyes.
"Let's go."
Chen Yang took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions churning in his heart, took Xue Qingbing's hand, and quickly followed.
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