Not long after, a middle-aged woman in a white dress came upstairs and looked at me and Ning Yun in surprise.

Immediately, she covered her mouth and chuckled, "No wonder my junior sister is reluctant to go downstairs, it turns out that she is in love with the new junior brother."

Ning Yun explained embarrassedly: "Senior sister, it's not what you think, I have nothing to do with Senior Brother Qianlong, it's just ......

In order to prevent Ning Yun from telling the truth, I hurriedly interrupted, "It's just that Senior Sister Ning Yun is seriously ill and can't get out of bed, and it will take three days before she can walk."

Yinlan was surprised, "Senior sister, what's wrong with her!?"

I used my soul to convey the voice and whispered to Ning Yun, "If you tell others about fortune-telling, it won't work."

Ning Yun honestly shut up, and I continued to lie and said, "Blame me for this."

"The last time I entered the wasteland, my junior sister and I got a broken volume of Danfang from the people of the Badaomen, and several of the handwriting in it were blurred."

"So, I wanted to give it a try and refine it with a few medicinal herbs."

"I didn't want to refine the poison pill, but after Senior Sister Ning Yun ate it, she had a rash all over her body, and she had a high fever that didn't go away."

Yinlan stepped forward and touched Ning Yun's forehead with concern, "Oh, you guys are really bold enough."

"Fortunately, the toxin is not heavy and can heal itself, otherwise Master would have known and would not know how to punish you."

As she spoke, Yinlan took out a small bottle of antidote pill from her pocket and put it on the table.

Ning Yun pretended to be weak, and coughed twice, "Senior sister, what is the matter with you coming to me?"

Yinlan said, "Master is looking for you urgently, as if he wants to come up with a more urgent task."

"Since you are seriously ill, I will let the master change someone."

Ning Yun raised her head with difficulty, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

"Don't thank you, you can lie down and rest, and try to recover as soon as possible."

Yinlan left in a hurry, and Ning Yun felt a little guilty.

"Senior brother, I always feel a little uncomfortable feeling like this."

I was relieved and said, "It's okay to feel uncomfortable. If you do step out of this room, your head will be uncomfortable."

"No, if your head falls off, you won't feel uncomfortable."

Ning Yun glanced at me resentfully, closed his eyes honestly and continued to sleep.

For the next two whole days, I practiced silently on the knees of the third floor.

In the early morning of the third day, when the sun broke, Ning Yun sat up from the bed and stretched.

"Senior brother, I slept so comfortably yesterday, and I didn't have nightmares anymore."

At this moment, the haze that was entwined in Ning Yun's eyebrows had quietly dissipated.

I said, "Senior sister, the ferocity has retreated, and you can go."

Ning Yun couldn't believe it, "Can I leave now?"

"Yes."

Ning Yun got up from the bed and moved his sore body, "Senior brother, I didn't mean to offend you."

"But...... I always feel like lying in bed for three days is a bit like a child's house."

The outer disciple who was in charge of cleaning came to the staircase on the third floor again.

"Senior Brother Zhuge , someone reported the funeral early this morning, a female disciple of Xianmen Peak was killed by the Badaomen Sect while on a mission."

"The disciples of all the peaks are going to mourn, do you want to go?"

I said, "Go and get the condolences ready, and we'll go right away."

"Yes."

After a while, Ning Yun and I changed into white clothes, wrapped white yarn around our arms, and headed for Xianmen Mountain.

On the mountain, the major inner disciples lined up in a row, and under the leadership of senior sister Yinlan, they defeated Shangxiang one by one.

The corpse of the female disciple was displayed in a transparent coffin, disheveled, and her body was bruised, as if she had been insulted and killed to death.

After lining up to put on the incense, Ning Yun's eyes were red.

"The beasts of the Sword Gate have no humanity at all!"

"When one day, our Medicine Spirit Sect will regain its peak glory, and we will definitely kill them all!"

When I first arrived, I didn't have any sense of belonging to the Medicine Spirit Sect, so I didn't feel much about the death of my female disciple.

Yinlan walked to Ning Yun's side, sighed and stopped.

After hesitating for a long time, she dragged Ning Yun aside, and I followed.

"Senior Sister Ning Yun, you really have to thank this junior brother."

"You took his elixir and stayed in bed for three days, but you were a blessing in disguise."

Ning Yun wondered, "World, what do you mean by that?"

Yinlan said solemnly, "Last time, Master hurriedly asked me to go to you, because you were seriously ill, so I sent that task to Senior Sister Chen Fei to do."

"If nothing else, this task should have been given to you."

"Senior Sister Chen Fei, she died for you."

Ning Yunjiao's body trembled slightly, and the whole person was paralyzed and almost fell, I held my shoulders and supported her just right.

Ning Yun shed two lines of tears, I don't know if it was because of the horror of the rest of his life, or because he blamed himself.

She trembled for a long time before she used her soul to convey to me, "Senior brother, thank you...... Thank you!"

I didn't answer, but calmly said, "Senior sister, the matter has passed, and you don't have to live in the shadows."

"I have important things to do, farewell."

Ning Yun took two steps forward and asked nervously, "Senior brother, am I really okay?"

"Of course."

I put my feet in the air and turned away.

Helping Ning Yun is a great favor, even if I don't ask her to do anything for me, in the future, in the Medicine Spirit Sect, it can be a lot of convenience for me.

After a period of cultivation experience in the Medicine Spirit Sect, I probably figured out that the upper limit of the disciples of this sect was basically around the Yuan Infant Stage.

And here, it takes at least more than 100 years to cultivate to the Yuan Infant Stage.

I can't wait for a hundred years.

And in the entire Meteorite City, there are not many strong people, which also represents the lack of resources and opportunities.

I am going to accumulate a wave of capital, and when my cultivation reaches the peak of the Jindan stage, I will take the teleportation array and go to the next place.

Since I started, there have been many invitations from other mountains that want to invite me to a banquet and form a gang.

I'm not interested in this, and I've been practicing behind closed doors.

The black hole in my body is very different from that of ordinary Jindan monks, and with every rotation, I can suck a large mouthful of spiritual power between heaven and earth.

If you compare the way ordinary Jindan stage cultivators absorb spiritual power to a straw, they are sucking water in a river.

Then my absorption rate is equivalent to opening a hole in the dam.

The most terrifying thing is that even if I draw strength at this rate, the growth rate of my cultivation is extremely slow.

When I cultivate to the Yuanying realm, I'm afraid I'll have to swallow a spirit crystal mine.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the red mark engraved on the back of my left hand suddenly flickered twice.

She's coming!

I hurriedly took the outer disciples who were in charge of cleaning up the house away, and arranged a defensive formation at the entrance of the building, and then returned to the house nervously and waited quietly.

After a while, a ray of red light appeared, and Fusang, dressed in a red dress and with a graceful posture, appeared in front of me.