Ball Ball Cultivation

Of course, Xuan Shen has no way to cure those old soldiers who are missing limbs.

Now those old soldiers who had no spiritual roots had new body-building techniques, and they all went to the gravity room to practice them.

To regenerate severed limbs, the only method in the world of cultivation, apart from rebuilding the body during the formation of the infant, is the legendary ninth-grade elixir, the Creation Pill.

Even though the ball has space as a backup, it does not have the main medicinal material for refining the elixir, the Creation Fruit produced by the Creation Tree.

Moreover, Qiuqiu is only a seventh-grade alchemist now, and she cannot refine ninth-grade elixirs in the short term.

Xuan Shen's medical skills had greatly improved. After careful treatment and feeding him half a low-grade Peiyuan Pill, the child finally woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw two strange men and women in strange clothes. He shouted in fear, "There are monsters."

Then he fainted again.

The mother and daughter looked at each other. Qiuqiu was wearing green dragon scale armor, which was made from Qingheng's dragon scales.

In the world of cultivation, it is quite normal to wear it like this, but it is somewhat similar to the general armor in the mortal world.

Xuan Shen was dressed in casual clothes with a blue star doctor's white coat on the outside. His long black hair with a hint of blue was draped down obediently, as gentle as jade and full of warm sunshine. He was considered the most friendly child among all the children. How could he have scared a child to faint?

Qiuqiu looked at the little boy's clothes and suggested, "Do we have a collection of ordinary clothes from the ancient secular world? Take them out, put them on, and then wake the child up."

"Yes, Sister Qin and the others bought a lot when they were shopping in Blue Star."

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had changed into outer robes that looked similar to those of children, only more gorgeous.

Xuan Shen summoned a small stream of water and poured it over the child to wake him up.

After some consolation, Xuan Shen finally found out: the child was called Mingshan, and he was the grandson of the chief of the Mingquan tribe. They lived in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The Mingshan tribe was attacked by the nobles, and many young and middle-aged people were killed in the battle. In the end, the entire tribe was captured and tortured by the nobles.

Mingshan couldn't explain what he was tortured about specifically. He was just playful and fell asleep alone in the grass outside the forbidden area in the back mountain. He heard the sound of fighting and was discovered by the bad guys on his way back to the tribe.

When the bad guys wanted to catch him, he fled deep into the mountains. When he was left with nowhere to go, he jumped off a cliff. He was lucky not to die on the spot!

No matter how much information he asked, he couldn't get any more. Qiuqiu decided to follow Mingshan to the tribe where they lived. The tribe's chief or the noble who killed innocent people was of higher status and should know where this was and how to return to the world of cultivation.

Hearing that the two of them were going to the tribe, Mingshan propped up his seriously injured little body, knelt in front of Qiuqiu and begged: "Sir, please save my father and grandfather. We are all good people. We pay taxes on time every year. Last year, my uncle was seriously injured for three polar bear skins and he still can't get out of bed and walk. He is the bravest warrior in our tribe." As he said this, he began to sob.

Xuan Shen asked gently, "Who are you going to pay the taxes to?"

"The City Lord's Mansion."

"What city's lord's mansion?"

Mingshan's eyes were filled with tears, and he replied in a muffled voice, "I don't know. Ever since I can remember, Grandpa would take over twenty uncles from the tribe to the city every year, carrying the year's harvest. He would come back about half a month later, bringing us lots of delicious food."

Xuan Shen's heart softened: "Mother, let's go to the tribe and take a look. Saving people is the most important thing."

Qiuqiu used the flying sword and flew into the sky with the two of them. Mingshan had not yet recovered from his shock!

Xuan Shen's voice, as gentle as jade, sounded, reminding Ming Shan to show the way.

Mingshan's voice was so respectful that it trembled: "Gods, you are the gods who save people from suffering. Over there is the mountain where I fell." He pointed to a steep cliff.

Qiuqiu's spiritual consciousness has reached the initial stage of returning to the void. Although he can only use half of it, he has not detected any signs of human life at this distance.

Now, following Mingshan's guidance, I took a closer look and saw that there was a natural barrier here. I wondered if there were any natural treasures here.

Flying to the entrance of the tribe, Qiuqiu lowered his flying sword, and Mingshan ran into the tribe with both legs spread out. He couldn't even feel the pain in his bones because they hadn't healed yet!

Qiuqiu has already used his spiritual sense to investigate and found that there are basically no living people in the tribe, and the ground is covered with blood.

At this time, Mingshan's crying voice was heard: "Seventh Great Grandpa, Thirteenth Great Grandpa, Hua Great Grandma..." He cried while checking the bodies.

Qiuqiu felt choked by the shrill and desperate cries, but suddenly heard a cry of hope: "Mother, my mother is still alive." He knelt down firmly and said: "Please, God, save my mother!"

Xuan Shen, who had been by Mingshan's side, first fed the woman half a Peiyuan Pill to save her life, and then pulled out an old man from under the corpse.

However, the old man's legs and hands were broken by blunt objects, and he was stabbed in the abdomen. Blood was all over the floor, and his lips were pale. Only after a careful examination could it be found that he was still alive.

Mingshan let go of his mother, who was crying, and ran to Xuanshen. He hugged the old man and burst into tears: "Grandpa, Grandpa, wake up. I am Mingshan. Wuwu..."

Xuan Shen immediately cast a spell to freeze Ming Shan: "Don't move him, maybe he can still be saved."

Mingshan lay motionless, his face covered in tears and blood. He pleaded with hope: "God, please save my grandfather, you... wuwu..."

Qiuqiu cast a silencing spell again. This kid couldn't say anything useful. He just cried and was so noisy... and he delayed her and her son from rescuing people.

Xuan Shen has been treating mortals recently and has accumulated a lot of experience. He quickly sealed the old man's acupuncture points with gilded needles, applied diluted rejuvenation pill powder externally, and took half a pill of rejuvenation pill and nourishing pill internally.

If a mortal takes the whole pill, he will not be able to withstand the medicinal power and may explode and suffer backlash. An ordinary person can only withstand half of the medicinal effect at most.

The gray and black color on the old man's face dissipated, and his complexion visibly improved. After Xuan Shen put away the golden needle, he fed him a drop of spiritual spring water, and the old man slowly woke up.

Seeing the man and woman with outstanding looks and temperament in front of him, the focus in his eyes began to slowly expand.

Xuan Shen let go of Ming Shan and let him appear in front of the old man to awaken his will to survive.

When Mingshan saw his grandfather wake up, he rushed forward anxiously. Unexpectedly, the power that had been restraining him was gone, and he could open his mouth and speak.

"Grandpa, I'm Mingshan. It's great that you're not dead. Where are my father and sister?"

The old man blinked his eyes, and clear tears flowed from his cloudy eyes. He finally saw the scene clearly, "Shanwa, run away and don't come back. Run..."

"Cough cough cough... run... don't worry about me!" With eyes full of hatred, he looked at Qiuqiu and Xuan Shen in front of him with fear.