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Jiang Qingwu was carried away by the sword spirit of the Qiluan Sword and returned to the Wuliang Sect at lightning speed.

She closed her eyes tightly, as if she was sleeping in a long and deep dream, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world and remained in a coma.

In Wuliang Sect, this shocking news spread rapidly as if it had wings.

When everyone heard about this, they were all extremely anxious and restless, and rushed over to visit him impatiently.

Shi An hurried his steps, his expression panicking as he trotted all the way to Jiang Qingwu's bed. His face was pale, and his worry was like a thick haze, making people feel distressed.

He stared quietly at the quiet face of his unconscious junior sister, his heart aching. He couldn't help but sigh softly, then turned to Li Qingtong, who was following closely behind him and had a solemn expression on his face, and slowly spoke:

"Junior sister's injuries this time are too serious. I really don't know when she will wake up..." His words were full of worry and concern.

At this moment, Pei Yi carefully walked into the room carrying a bowl of steaming hot, carefully brewed medicine that exuded a rich medicinal aroma.

He was so cautious with every step he took, as if he was afraid that even a single drop of the medicine in the bowl would spill out if he was not careful.

Finally, Pei Yi walked from the door to the table beside the bed, and then gently placed the medicine in his hand steadily on the table.

Then, he raised his head, his eyes filled with deep concern, and said softly, "This is a good medicine I brewed according to the secret recipe that Fourth Senior Brother has kept for a long time. I hope it can play a role in helping Junior Sister recover from her injuries..."

After saying that, he frowned slightly, his eyes never leaving Jiang Qingwu on the bed, hoping that a miracle would happen as soon as possible.

Lin Feixue sat quietly beside the bed, leaning forward slightly, holding Jiang Qingwu's slightly pale hands tightly with both hands, as if wanting to convey the strength deep in her heart to the other party in this way.

Her eyes never left Jiang Qingwu's pale face, and she murmured to herself, "Qingwu, you must get better soon... Nothing must happen to you!"

Li Qingtong, who was standing by, saw this and gently reached out his hand, gently patted the back of Lin Feixue's hand, and whispered comfortingly:

"Junior Sister's injuries are not fatal, so there's no need for you to worry so much. I believe that with her strong will and our careful care, she will be fully recovered in no time."

However, Lin Feixue seemed not to have heard Li Qingtong's words at all, and slowly raised her head.

At this moment, her usually cold eyes were already filled with endless anxiety. She bit her lower lip tightly and responded with a slightly trembling voice:

"How can one not be worried? Qingwu has always been working so hard. He only wants to do his best in everything, without caring about his own safety..." When she said this, Lin Feixue couldn't help but have her eyes slightly red, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Li Qingtong looked at Lin Feixue, whose face was filled with worry, and a pang of sadness welled up in her heart. She sighed deeply and shook her head helplessly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

At this moment, Shi Chenbai hurried over. He was brows furrowed, with a layer of fine sweat beads on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with deep worry.

He quickly walked to the bedside and anxiously asked Qinglian, who was taking care of Jiang Qingwu, "Qinglian, how is Junior Sister's injury? Is it serious? If the sect is short of the necessary medicine, no matter how rare it is, just tell me and I will do everything I can to find it elsewhere!"

Li Qinglian stood beside Jiang Qingwu with a focused and serious expression, carefully checking her injuries. His brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead.

However, despite being extremely anxious, Li Qinglian still forced herself to remain calm, turned around and comforted the worried people around her:

"Brothers and sisters, don't worry too much. Our little sister has always been blessed with great fortune and an extraordinary destiny. She will definitely overcome this difficult time. However... her injuries are indeed serious. I'm afraid she will need a long time of careful nursing before she can recover."

Under the gazes of everyone full of expectation and concern, Jiang Qingwu, who had originally been as pale as paper, slowly developed a faint blush on his face, and he was as vibrant as the peach blossoms quietly blooming on the branches in early spring.

Unfortunately, even so, her eyes, which were always bright and lively, remained tightly closed, with no signs of waking up.

At the same time, the other disciples in Wuliang Sect were not sitting idle either.

They deeply understood that the impending demonic tide would be an unprecedented severe test.

Therefore, no one dared to slack off or be negligent in the slightest, and they all rushed to devote themselves to the intense training.

At this moment, in the vast and boundless martial arts arena, two figures were shuttling back and forth like gusts of wind and lightning.

Looking closely, I saw that Feng Jingchen and Zhongli Xiu were sparring with each other in martial arts.

I saw them waving their swords with great vigor and their moves were extremely sharp and dazzling; and their figures were as fast as ghosts, erratic, sometimes appearing in the east, sometimes flashing to the west, leaving only traces of afterimages in the air.

For a moment, the entire martial arts field was filled with sword energy and cold light, it was so spectacular!

"Third Junior Brother, take my move!" Before Feng Jingchen finished speaking, he gently placed the crystal clear and jade-like flute in his hand to his lips.

In an instant, a burst of rapid and sharp flute sounds resounded through the sky, like thousands of horses galloping, or like a violent storm, which made people terrified.

Just as the flute sounded, a giant python appeared and flew towards Zhongli Xiu, opening its bloody mouth that was big enough to swallow a whole cow. Its sharp fangs flashed a chilling light in the sunlight.

It happened in the blink of an eye. At the same time as the giant jade python appeared, Feng Jingchen flashed and disappeared on the spot like a ghost.

The next moment, he was already holding a long sword, rushing straight towards Zhongli Xiu's vital point like a flash of lightning. His speed was so fast that it was simply too fast to follow.

Faced with such a sudden attack, Zhongli Xiu, despite his great strength, was slightly startled. However, he was a veteran after all, and his reaction was extremely quick.

He was instantly tightly entangled by the giant jade python, and his body movements suddenly became a little slow.

But in just a moment, Zhongli Xiu suddenly exerted force, and all the true energy in his body surged out, and he forcibly broke free from the giant python's restraints.

Almost at the same time as he broke free from the restraints, Zhongli Xiu raised the sword in his hand and blocked it horizontally in front of him, barely blocking Feng Jingchen's sword that was as powerful as thunder.

There was a loud "clang" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and both of them took several steps back before they could steady themselves.

At this moment, Zhongli Xiu looked at Feng Jingchen in front of him, a trace of admiration flashing in his eyes. He began to praise, "Big Brother, what a great strategy! Your Beast Taming Sound Technique has been cultivated to such a perfect state. The sound of the flute can not only drive wild beasts to your side, but can even stun the enemy's mind! Coupled with the sword technique inherited from your own master, the two complement each other perfectly, and the combination is really hard for me to defend against!"

Feng Jingchen's lips curled up slightly, outlining a faint smile, and his bright eyes flashed with confidence and determination:

"You're too kind, Junior Brother! The outcome between us hasn't been decided yet, so don't let your guard down. After all, the situation on the battlefield is unpredictable and could change dramatically in a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped talking, exerted force on his feet, and rushed towards his opponent again like an arrow.

Feng Jingchen's figure was as erratic and agile as a ghost. The long sword in his hand danced like a violent storm, and each sword swing was wrapped with overwhelming power and dazzling and exquisite changes.

For a moment, the sword light flashed, and the chill was overwhelming, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Zhongli Xiu showed no sign of panic. His face was as calm as water, and he held his sword steady, parrying with a heavy and powerful sword, as indestructible as a mountain.

His defense was impenetrable, leaving no opportunity for the opponent to exploit. However, Zhongli Xiu was not simply passively taking the beating; while maintaining a tight defense, he was also constantly watching for opportunities to counterattack.

In this way, the two of them fought back and forth, neither giving in, the battle in full swing. Their figures crisscrossed and shuttled in the air, sword shadows were heavy, and sword energy was crisscrossed.

The air around them seemed to be stirred by their fierce battle, forming invisible whirlwinds. This thrilling duel attracted the attention of Lin Feixue and Li Qingtong, who were passing by. They both held their breath, watching every move on the field intently, witnessing the growth of these young people.

Meanwhile, in an open space not far away, Feng Ci and Su Chen were concentrating on practicing magic. Su Chen closed his eyes slightly, quickly forming seals with his hands, and muttering something.

As he chanted the spell, a powerful spiritual power surged out of his body and gathered in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, a dragon roar resounded through the sky, and a huge water dragon roared out from his hand.

The water dragon was lifelike, with its fangs and claws bared, emitting an astonishing aura, and rushed straight towards Feng Ci opposite.

Seeing this situation, Feng Ci did not dare to be negligent at all and immediately used his signature earth shield spell.

In an instant, an incredibly thick, earth-yellow shield materialized from thin air, facing the oncoming water dragon. As soon as the earth shield appeared, it firmly blocked the water dragon's path, and the two collided with each other, creating a deafening roar.

Feng Ci shouted, "Junior Brother Su, your magic is indeed powerful, but my earth shield is by no means a trivial thing!"

After saying that, he increased his spiritual power output, the earth shield shone brightly, and actually began to gradually suppress the water dragon's attack.

"Oh? Really?" Su Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and a cunning fox-like smile appeared on his already handsome face.

After a brief pause, he spoke again, "But brother, please don't forget that I am a medical practitioner..."

Hearing this, Feng Ci couldn't help but be shocked. However, before he could react, the huge water dragon, which had been so fierce and aggressive, suddenly exploded without any warning!

In just a moment, it turned into a large and extremely thick white mist, sweeping towards Feng Ci at lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, completely enveloped him.

Faced with such a sudden change, Feng Ci didn't dare to delay even a little. He quickly formed a spell with both hands, muttering something to himself. Following his movements, a pitch-black puppet, emitting an icy aura, suddenly emerged from the void.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Ci's figure flashed, like a ghost, and instantly slipped into the belly of the puppet.

But unfortunately, although his speed was fast enough, he was still a step too slow - the poisonous mist had already penetrated into his body through his mouth and nose.

In desperation, Feng Ci had to hide in the puppet's belly for the time being, trying to use his internal energy to force out the poisonous mist he had inhaled.

At this moment, Feng Ci's slightly complacent chuckle emanated from the puppet's abdomen. "Junior Brother Su, you better be careful! This puppet of mine, combined with the talisman given to me by Junior Master-Uncle, complements each other. The combat power it can unleash should not be underestimated!"

Before he finished speaking, a series of colorful and dazzling magic balls shot straight towards Su Chen like meteors chasing the moon.

Seeing this scene, Su Chen not only did not show any fear, but was amazed instead.

His bright eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if he was deeply interested in everything in front of him.

He even had an impulse in his heart to get into the puppet's belly and try it himself. Thinking of this, he shouted, "Brother, come out quickly and let me go in and try!"

"Okay, wait for me to come out." Feng Ci replied.

In the quiet and deep cave, Mo Yunsheng was sitting upright on a cushion, his eyes slightly closed, his hands hanging naturally on his knees, quietly meditating and practicing.

I saw a faint spiritual light emanating from her body, like a bright moon, illuminating the entire cave.

As time went by, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force and gathered towards where Mo Yunsheng was.

These spiritual energies are like strands of colorful ribbons, interweaving and entwining in the air, forming a magnificent scene.

They rushed into Mo Yunsheng's body, as eager as wanderers returning home.

At this moment, Mo Yunsheng's face was as calm as water, without a single ripple. Her delicate features, illuminated by the aura, appeared even more ethereal and refined, like a fairy descending from the earth.

The noise from the outside world seemed unable to disturb her at all. She was completely immersed in the world of cultivation, with no distractions.

At the same time, in the Sutra Library of Wuliang Sect, Lin Muci was concentrating on reading an ancient medical book.

This medical book was collected by Sang Wan at great pains from all over the place, and was sent back to Wuliang Sect from afar to be given to her.

The pages of the medical classic have turned yellow, revealing the vicissitudes of time, but this has not affected Lin Muci's cherishment for it.

She gently turned the pages with her fingertips, fearing that she would accidentally damage this precious book.

Every page of the book is densely packed with records of various exquisite medical skills and prescriptions, as well as some unique methods of refining elixirs.

Lin Muci's eyes were fixed on the words, sometimes nodding slightly, sometimes frowning in thought, as if he wanted to deeply imprint every word in the book in his mind.

Ever since the demons began to openly attack the righteous path, Sang Wan resolutely left the Wuliang Sect and embarked on a journey of traveling around.

Along the way, she experienced countless hardships and encountered various challenges and dangers. However, no matter what difficulties she faced, she never backed down.

Whenever she discovered an excellent medical classic or obtained other valuable information that could help improve her medical skills, she would send it back to Wuliang Sect without hesitation and hand it over to Lin Muci for safekeeping and research.

Not only that, when he encountered demons and evil cultivators on the road, Sang Wan was ruthless and decisively took action to kill them one by one to uphold justice in the world.

There is no time in the mountains, and the cold and heat do not know the year.

Finally, on a quiet morning, Jiang Qingwu slowly opened his eyes.

"Junior sister is awake!" Pei Yi, who was the first to discover her, shouted excitedly, his voice full of surprise.