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When the eyes of the third day rose from the horizon, a ray of sunlight shone through the window and poured out onto the earth.

In the silent room, countless herbal residues were scattered on the floor, and medicine bottles were filled to the brim.

Jun Wuxian sat on the ground, closed the lid of the last bottle of medicine, she exhaled lightly, her eyes fell on the medicine bottle in her hand, her eyes were cold, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The black cat stood up, its small paws deftly stepping through the gap between the debris, and rushed to Jun Wuxie's side.

"Meow." It let out a soft, delicate cry and rubbed against the back of Jun Wuxie's hand.

Jun Wuxian raised his head, reached out and rubbed the little black cat's head, and then swept the medicine bottles on the ground into the Qiankun bag one by one.

Can three days of hard work be exchanged for the final result?

No one knows.

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The sun is shining, it is a good day of spring, the sky is cloudless, the verdant Fuyao Mountain is more and more elegant in the sun, the birds are singing with the sound of flowing water, no one has ever thought that it is a different scene at the top of Fuyao Mountain.

Yunjian Academy, which had been abandoned for more than half a year, suddenly had a group of uninvited guests, disturbing the silence in this academy.

Under the bright sunshine, a team of people walked out of the attic of Yunjian Academy, and countless people gathered on the largest square of Yunjian Academy.

In front of the auspicious cloud stone statue that once symbolized the glory of Yunjian Academy, neatly dressed disciples of the Nine Palaces lined up on both sides, their eyes heavy and they didn't say a word.

A large group of people walked out of the Imperial Soul Branch, all of them were tall, with handsome faces, and luxurious and simple clothes.

The disciples of the Nine Palaces were already dragons and phoenixes among the people in the Middle Three Realms, but when the group of men dressed in black rushed out, the disciples of the Nine Palaces on both sides obviously looked a little short of breath, and they didn't even dare to look directly at the faces of those people in black, so they could only lower their heads slightly and sneak a glance at them with their peripheral vision.

In a group of tall and mighty men in black, there was such an abrupt figure.

The jingling sound echoed in the huge square, and a thin woman gradually walked into the sight of many Nine Palace disciples under the urging of those black-clothed people, it was a woman who looked to be only in her early twenties, she was tall, slender, with a pair of unruly eyes, she should have been a stunning beauty, but at this moment, no one could appreciate the beauty of that woman.

The heavy shackles were fastened on the woman's ankles, the white skin was worn out by the hard shackles, she was barefoot, a pair of feet were broken, blood was sprinkled all the way down her steps, and every step she took, she left a red blood-colored footprint, all the way, the people behind her who saw the blood marks were shocked.

Not only her feet, but also the woman's body, there was hardly a good piece of skin, the ragged clothes had long been tormented, stained with blood and mud, and the original color of the clothes had long been discerned, and the skeletal hands were clasped with a pair of handcuffs, and the long chains extended from the handcuffs to her back, and an iron ball the size of a human head was attached behind her, so heavy that every step she took turned into a great torment.