The Little Lucky Girl.

Murong Ye's eyes gradually regained clarity. With a hint of fatigue and weakness in his voice, he said to Su Qing beside him, "Qing'er, go back and rest first! I want to rest alone for a while."

Su Qing's clear eyes were full of concern. She nodded gently and responded, "Okay, Brother Ye! You must take care of yourself! Then I'll go back first."

"Okay." Murong Ye nodded slightly.

Su Qing turned around and walked quickly towards her tent. Her heart was filled with anxiety, and she wanted to return to the tent as soon as possible and enter the space to find a way to treat Murong Ye's dual personality phenomenon. She must not let him continue to be troubled by this strange condition.

After Su Qing left, Murong Ye's mind instantly rang with that murderous voice, which was filled with anger and unwillingness: "This damn girl is finally gone! She actually ruined my good thing!"

Murong Ye's expression immediately became serious, and he retorted in his heart: "No, she is a kind and righteous girl!"

The evil consciousness was extremely disdainful and spat, "Bah!"

Murong Ye felt the voice in his head resonate like a demonic voice, its incessant arguing truly irritating. Feeling annoyed, he decided to give up and ignore the nagging of that evil consciousness. He dragged his heavy, exhausted body slowly to the bed, slumped over, and then closed his eyes, trying to find a moment of peace in rest.

Su Qing hurried back to the tent and, anxiously, slipped into the mysterious space. It was serene and silent, radiating a soft glow. Rows of bookshelves were filled with a vast array of ancient tomes. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm herself. Then, with a determined gaze, she searched the shelves one by one. Her slender fingers gently brushed against the volumes, her eyes quickly scanning the titles and descriptions, intent on finding a cure for Murong Ye's dual personality.

After a long time, Su Qing finally found a dusty old book in a secluded corner. The handwriting on the book was simple and mysterious. She carefully opened it and read it word by word. Gradually, her brow relaxed, and she seemed to have found some clues...

Su Qing carefully studied the ancient text and discovered a method of using mental power to treat dual personality. This method involves using the practitioner's powerful mental power to penetrate the patient's consciousness, explore the root cause of the split personality, and then use this power to gradually integrate the two separable personalities. However, this method carries enormous risks. Mental power is like a double-edged sword, requiring extremely precise control. If the balance of mental power is disrupted during the treatment, even the slightest deviation can have a devastating impact on the patient's consciousness, causing brain damage, mental loss, and even immaturity.

Su Qing's brow furrowed, her heart filled with worry. She knew that while she had considerable spiritual power, she couldn't guarantee her success in such a difficult and dangerous treatment. But the thought of Murong Ye struggling in agony made her think, "How could she give up so easily?" After much hesitation, Su Qing decided to give it a try. She began to practice in seclusion in her inner space, honing her spiritual power day and night, following the guidance of ancient texts, performing simulated treatments time and time again. With each attempt, she focused her attention, not daring to slack off, striving for ultimate control of her spiritual power, so that when she could actually treat Murong Ye, she could minimize the risks and successfully rescue him from this dilemma of a dual personality.

Su Qing sat quietly in the center of the space, surrounded by ancient tomes and shimmering spiritual objects. She formed seals with her hands, her face calm yet resolute. The aura around her began to flow slowly, at first like a gentle breeze, then growing stronger and more powerful, forming visible streams of air. Fine beads of sweat beaded her forehead, and her brows furrowed slightly, as if battling an invisible obstacle. As her cultivation deepened, her spiritual power expanded within the space like a substance. With flickering light, the spiritual energy within the space was stirred, forming a small vortex that swirled around her, infusing her cultivation with endless strength.

An hour later, Su Qing withdrew her spiritual power! She decided to try to treat Murong Ye tonight! So she used the space to move to Murong Ye's tent! Seeing his brows furrowed, even in his sleep, he couldn't relax! Her heart ached!

Su Qing stood by Murong Ye's bedside, taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself. She slowly extended her hands, palms pressed against Murong Ye's forehead, closed her eyes, and summoned all her mental energy. At first, it flowed like a trickle, cautiously reaching into Murong Ye's sea of ​​consciousness. It was a chaotic world, a raging storm, the two forces representing his dual nature pulling and colliding against each other.

Su Qing's spiritual power transformed into a gentle light, attempting to find a balance amidst the storm. As she inched deeper, beads of sweat gradually covered her forehead, and her breathing became rapid. As she approached the core conflict zone, the turbulent flow of spiritual energy around her threatened to dissipate her power. She gritted her teeth, increasing her spiritual power output, attempting to calm the two violent forces.

However, just as the fusion was about to succeed, a sudden disturbance from the outside world arose, and Su Qing's mental power trembled violently. The already fragile balance was instantly shattered, and the turbulent flow of mental energy, like a wild horse running free, rushed through Murong Ye's sea of ​​consciousness. Murong Ye's body began to tremble violently, and he let out a low groan of pain.

Su Qing was horrified and hurriedly tried to retract her mental power, only to find it was already somewhat out of control. She desperately concentrated, trying to regain control of the situation, but the chaotic vortex of mental power grew larger and larger, and Murong Ye's expression became increasingly painful, as if he was enduring great torture.

Just as Su Qing felt her mental power unbridled, completely out of control, her heart filled with despair and fear, suddenly, a powerful mental force as vast as the ocean and as deep as the abyss pierced the darkness like a brilliant starlight, accurately injecting into her nearly uncontrollable mental power. At the same time, a familiar and majestic voice, like a loud bell, boomed from the depths of Su Qing's mind: "Disciple, focus! Continue the fusion!"

Su Qing was stunned at first, then he shouted in surprise and joy: "Master!" There was a hint of grievance and dependence in his voice, as if a person who was about to drown in the vast ocean grabbed a life-saving rope.

"Yes, focus your mental energy!" Master's voice was steady and resolute, brimming with undeniable strength. Su Qing took a deep breath, and with Master's powerful mental support and guidance, she refocused her mind. The previously chaotic vortex of mental energy, assisted by the combined power of the two forces, gradually regained some order. Su Qing closed her eyes tightly, focusing her full attention on Murong Ye's sea of ​​consciousness. She manipulated her mental energy, once again heading towards the core of his split personality. This time, with Master's mental support, her movements were bolder and more confident. The light emanating from her mental energy was like a sharp blade, cleaving through the chaos and confusion, gradually drawing together and merging Murong Ye's two conflicting personalities. Although her forehead still beaded with sweat and her body trembled slightly from the intense tension, her eyes shone with unprecedented determination and perseverance, vowing to successfully complete this difficult treatment and save Murong Ye from this dire situation.

Su Qing and his master joined forces, completely absorbed in Murong Ye's treatment. Time slipped by, each moment stretching infinitely longer. Su Qing's mental energy, supported by his master's immense strength, threaded like a nimble thread, carefully yet resolutely weaving through the stormy depths of Murong Ye's consciousness. The two conflicting personalities, seemingly incompatible as fire and water, gradually subsided under their tireless efforts.

After an hour of treacherous treatment, Su Qing finally felt the two personalities begin to merge, like two turbulent rivers gradually converging into a relatively steady stream. Not daring to relax, she continued to focus on guiding this merged power, allowing it to flow slowly through every corner of Murong Ye's consciousness, filling the gaps and wounds caused by the split.

As the last trace of discordant fluctuations subsided, Murong Ye's sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be reorganized and restructured, regaining a long-lost peace and harmony. Su Qing slowly withdrew her mental energy and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if she had triumphed from a long and arduous battle. A relieved smile crossed her weary face. Watching Murong Ye's face, once distorted by pain, gradually relax and regain its former calm and serenity, she felt a sense of accomplishment.

Murong Ye remained soundly asleep, but his breathing had become even and steady, as if he were undergoing a profound process of recovery and rebirth. Su Qing knew that while this crisis had been temporarily resolved, he would still require careful care and observation to ensure his personality was completely stable and free of relapses. She sat quietly by the bed, gazing at Murong Ye with gentle yet resolute eyes, silently vowing to protect him. No matter how many hardships and obstacles lay ahead, she would never allow anyone or anything to harm him again.