The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Xiao Han went to the ticket office to inquire.

"Fellow Daoist, do you remember whether these two were among the cultivators who returned last time?"

She used her spiritual power to project the images of Shui Wuhen and Liu Qinghan for the monk who was selling tickets to see.

The monk selling tickets took a look and immediately said, "I didn't notice the woman, but I do remember this man. He came out when the treasure ship returned last time, but he didn't go back. Instead, he went back inside."

Xiao Han immediately understood that Shui Wuhen must have come out and not seen Boss Liu and her, so he simply didn't return.

Now she was a little hesitant.

If Boss Shui and Boss Liu don’t come out in these last few days, should I leave or not?

Let’s not talk about Xiao Han’s dilemma.

In the ancient mountains.

Yunque stood on the top of a cloud above the Demonic Abyss, his scarlet flame chain mail exuding a cold metallic luster in the rosy glow of the sea of ​​clouds.

Her long black hair was not tied up too much, with only half a strand tied up high with a black iron battle ring, and the rest of her long hair was flying in the wind.

Under the armor was a dark battle robe, with red and black interlaced, carrying a burning fighting spirit and a breath of death that made the demon cultivators' hearts palpitate.

In her hand, she held a long, crimson spear. The tip of the spear was stained with too much demonic blood, and was surrounded by a hint of black evil energy, which made the demon cultivators who saw it feel cold in their hearts.

At this time, the demon leader from the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fairyland who was standing opposite her was more than ten feet tall and was holding a magic knife in his hand and shouting loudly.

"Everyone, come together and tear her into pieces today!"

Yun Que sneered and said slowly, "Today, I will let you demons experience the power of this spear again!"

After she finished speaking, she thrust the spear in her hand forward suddenly. Thunder and fire surged from the tip of the spear, transforming into a fire dragon a hundred feet long. With the momentum of destroying the world, she rushed towards the demon army that was besieging her.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the flames dispersed, and the low-level demon cultivators screamed in pain.

The other demon cultivators who were a little further away immediately dodged everywhere, and the encirclement was torn open immediately.

Yun Que's figure was like a red lightning as he rushed into the demon army, brandishing his spear like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, making it impossible for those low-level demon cultivators to muster any resistance and they all fled in all directions.

The demon general roared in anger, his body suddenly expanded, and he turned into a demon beast with a human body and a lion head. He opened his bloody mouth and spewed out a violent, black evil demon fire that corroded everything, and rushed towards Yunque.

Yun Que's eyes focused, and he madly poured the immortal energy within him into his spear. The lightning and devilish fire at the spear's tip collided with a deafening roar. Waves of air surged, and the void trembled.

Before the demon general could launch another attack, his soul was suddenly hit by a heavy hammer, and his huge demon body shook.

The demon general, who had just come back to his senses from his trance, was about to raise his magic sword when suddenly a red color appeared before his eyes. Then a huge force pierced his chest, causing his entire body to explode.

The demon general's soul had just escaped when a huge net with the power of law covered his head and bound him.

Immediately afterwards, a huge hand that covered the sky suddenly fell and crushed him to pieces.

The whole movement is done in one go, skillfully and naturally.

In the distance, the Demon King who came hurriedly to help, roared with immense anger, and slapped hard with his palm.

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, that palm strike sent Yunque flying backwards.

Among the human cultivators in the Ancient Mountains, someone had already flown over to catch the falling Yunque and immediately dropped it onto the temporary transmission array that had been set up long ago.

As the forbidden light of the teleportation array lit up, the figures of more than ten human cultivators disappeared without a trace.

In Guining Valley, Ning Yuanzhou looked at Yunque, who was carried in but still had clear eyes and a sober mind, and couldn't help but teasingly said, "Oh, you've really improved. You didn't even die this time?"

Yunque closed his eyes, tilted his head, and ignored him.

Those who didn't know the situation thought she had fainted, but in fact she was a little embarrassed to come here.

Seeing that her injury was not that serious this time, Ning Yuanzhou was no longer in a hurry and continued to slowly prepare the medicinal herbs in his hand.

Let her suffer a little more so that she can learn her lesson.

Besides, he hasn't yet advanced to the Immortal King realm as she wished, so she will probably leave some room for him.

Yun Que waited for a long time, and seeing that Ning Yuanzhou still did not come to treat her, she endured the pain in her body, supported herself to stand up, and then staggered out without saying a word.

Ning Yuanzhou stood in front of her and frowned, "You think your injury isn't serious enough?"

Yun Que lowered his head and said, "I don't have money to pay for medical expenses."

Ning Yuanzhou was so angry that he laughed. He really wanted to say, if you were really so principled and didn't owe me money, you wouldn't have come in.

But he didn't dare say that, because he knew that if he really said that, the woman would probably die outside and would never come back.

He felt like a bit of a scoundrel. The other party owed him so much money for medicine, but he was still considering the other party's self-esteem.

Forget it, I'll just treat it as treating her to improve my medical skills.

Ning Yuanzhou comforted himself in this way.

"Alright, go back and lie down. I'll process the few herbs I have and come back to treat you."

Ning Yuanzhou finally couldn't even utter a teasing word, he just hoped that she would stop making trouble.

Yunque looked up with a sly smile on his face.

Now you can't blame her for being shameless and eating for free.

Yunque turned around quickly and lay back on the couch.

She has now reached the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal Realm. If she suffers internal injuries, it will take decades to heal without good medicinal herbs.

If she wants to continue fighting and avoid becoming a sickly person, she can only let Ning Yuanzhou heal her.

However, those rare medicinal herbs are very expensive, and she really does not have the financial resources to support her medical expenses.

She didn't want to beg Ning Yuanzhou to heal her every time, but wasn't this poverty? Every day she was either fighting or on her way to fight.

Even if you get something good, you have to arm yourself first and don't have time to save money for treatment.

Ning Yuanzhou finished processing the last batch of medicinal herbs in his hand, walked to her side and began to treat her.

Feeling the spiritual power running wildly in her body and the surging blood, he glanced at Yun Que who still maintained a calm and composed look and was completely speechless.

This really doesn't take the injury seriously.

"This injury seems a little different from the previous ones?"

Ning Yuanzhou asked.

Yun Que hummed, "I was slapped by a demon king."

Anyone who can be called a Demon King must be a great demon cultivator at the Immortal King level.

Ning Yuanzhou endured it again and again, and finally said in a deep voice: "Even if I am willing to treat you for free, I only have a few high-grade medicinal herbs left. After I use them up for you this time, I will be powerless to treat you if you get injured next time."