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Jiang Shiliu wanted to see what she looked like now, so she stretched out her hand and looked at it. Hmm? When did her hand become so small? And her body seems to have shrunk too! "System! How did I become a child? Did I transmigrate into another body or my soul?"

"Host, you've undergone soul transmigration! Originally, I intended for you to transmigrate with your soul, but a small accident occurred. Simply put, due to certain reasons, your body couldn't arrive in this world in time during your transmigration. So, I had to temporarily place your soul in a minor, insignificant character in the book. But don't worry, this body will grow; it's just that it's currently experiencing a few minor issues~"

Before Jiang Shiliu could even ask, a sudden metallic taste of blood welled up in her throat, and she vomited a large mouthful of blood. And just then, the protagonist of this novel made his appearance—one of the couples Jiang Shiliu was obsessed with.

His name is Yun Che, and he is one of the founding elders of the Xuan Tian Sword Sect. Speaking of which, this cultivation continent is full of geniuses from various sects.

Not to mention that there are so many sects that they are impossible to count, the most famous ones are only the Lingtian Sect, Xuantian Sword Sect, Wanfo Sect, Cangqiong Sect, and the most common Hehuan Palace, which appears on the list, as well as the Zhushen Temple from Penglai, and there is also a mysterious Xianyue Tower, etc.

However, the entry requirements for the Xuantian Sword Sect are extremely high. They don't accept those who don't have exceptional spiritual roots! They don't accept those who weren't picked up! They don't accept those who don't meet their standards! So over time, the Xuantian Sword Sect has been forgotten by everyone. Who told you to refuse this and that! Then why bother entering this sect? It's not like you're just looking for trouble.

We've strayed a bit from the topic. Let's get back to the present. Jiang Shiliu looked up at the man before her. He was dressed in black robes, with long, glossy black hair cascading over his shoulders, occasionally adorned with strands of purple ribbons, like a galaxy fallen to earth. His face was refined and elegant, as smooth as ancient jade, with a smile in his eyes, revealing a touch of carefree ease in this world.

Yun Che's gaze fell on the little baby in front of him. Her clothes were tattered, but it was still clear that she came from a wealthy family. He wondered why such a child would be alone in this desolate place. Yun Che originally intended to ignore the child, but a voice kept echoing in the depths of his mind, urging him to take the child back to the sect and take good care of her.

Just then, as Yun Che was about to ask Jiang Shiliu a question, Jiang Shiliu suddenly coughed violently again, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. If anyone were present at that moment, they would have witnessed this strange sight—a dirty little baby with pitiful eyes, spitting blood incessantly in front of the cold, stern-looking man in black.

Yun Che sighed helplessly and slowly said, "Very well, since it was Heaven that guided me here to meet you, there must be some kind of destined connection between us. I will make an exception and accept you as my personal disciple. You will also be the last disciple I take on." After saying that, Yun Che squatted down and picked up Jiang Shiliu, who had fallen into a coma. The next second, he summoned his natal sword and began to fly on it, heading towards his sect.

During the journey, Jiang Shiliu groggily opened her eyes and looked at the strange man holding her, her heart filled with doubt.

"Who are you...?" she asked weakly.

Yun Che looked down at her and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I am your master, Yun Che. I will take you back to the sect now, where someone will take care of you."

Hearing this, Jiang Shiliu felt a little more at ease. She leaned against Yun Che's chest, feeling his warmth, and unknowingly drifted off to sleep again.

Upon seeing this, Yun Che frowned slightly. He could sense that Jiang Shiliu's aura was extremely weak, and if she didn't receive immediate treatment, her life would likely be in danger. Therefore, he increased the speed of his sword flight, hoping to return to the sect as soon as possible.

When they arrived at the sect, Yun Che carried Jiang Shiliu directly into his room. He gently placed her on the bed, then summoned a disciple and instructed him to prepare some medicine and food to treat her injuries.

"Remember, be quick!" Yun Che said sternly to the disciple.

The disciple nodded and immediately turned to leave. Yun Che sat by the bed, carefully observing Jiang Shiliu's injuries. He discovered multiple wounds on Jiang Shiliu's body, the most serious of which was a sword wound on her chest that almost pierced through her entire chest cavity.

Yun Che took a deep breath, circulated his spiritual energy, gathered it in his palm, and then gently pressed it onto Jiang Shiliu's wound. He carefully used his spiritual energy to repair Jiang Shiliu's wound, while simultaneously infusing it with a trace of life force to help her regain her vitality.

After a while, the disciple returned with the pills and food. Yun Che took the pills and fed them to Jiang Shiliu, then gave her some water. Next, he fed her some porridge to ensure she received enough nutrition.

After doing all this, Yun Che breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Jiang Shiliu's injuries would take some time to fully recover, but with careful care, she should not suffer any lasting effects.

Yun Che carefully took Jiang Shiliu's pulse, his heart sinking. Her pulse was still extremely fragile, like a candle flickering in the wind. With the slightest carelessness, this fragile life could vanish at any moment. He frowned, realizing that his medical skills alone were probably insufficient to save the girl.

"It seems that I can't do it on my own..." Yun Che muttered to himself, a determined look flashing in his eyes. "I must find the alchemists in the sect to help treat her."

After saying that, Yun Che called out to his eldest disciple, Qingyan, without hesitation.

Qingyan quickly appeared before Yun Che, respectfully bowed, and quietly awaited her master's instructions. She was tall and slender, with a cool and aloof face, befitting her name, exuding an unapproachable aura. However, when she smiled, she revealed a captivating charm.

"Qingyan, I order you to quickly go and invite the alchemist from the sect, Elder Yao, to treat my newly accepted disciple," Yun Che said, pointing to the unconscious Jiang Shiliu on the bed.

Upon hearing this, Qingyan was first taken aback, then her eyes shone with surprise and anticipation. Her voice trembled slightly with excitement: "Master, you've actually taken on a junior sister? That's wonderful!"

She hurried to the bedside, carefully examining Jiang Shiliu, her heart filled with joy. "Is this my little junior sister? So cute! She looks so sweet and soft, she must be very well-behaved and obedient." She imagined the days she would spend with her junior sister, her face beaming with happiness. After this inner ecstasy, she maintained her aloof and elegant expression, and after receiving her orders, she rushed towards Danfeng without stopping, afraid that if she was even a second too slow, her little junior sister would be gone!

Fortunately, within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qingyan dragged the alchemist out of bed in the alchemy hall, leaving the poor old alchemist furious but unable to utter a sound. The reason was simple: Qingyan was a formidable character. Not only had her swordsmanship reached its peak, but she had also entered the Nascent Soul stage. Furthermore, she frequently ventured into remote and secluded places for training, bringing back countless top-grade herbs—she was practically a walking, talking weapon!

"You'd better pray that my junior sister is alright, otherwise..."

"I know, Grandma, I will do my best!"

Looking at Jiang Shiliu, whose face was as pale as paper on the bed, Yao Lao frowned and sighed inwardly: This is really troublesome!

He quickly took out various precious pills and fed them to Jiang Shiliu, then used his spiritual power to heal her injuries.

Qingyan stood aside, watching anxiously, her hands clenched into fists, wishing she could take the place of the alchemist to treat the patient.

Time passed second by second, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Yao Lao's forehead, but he still dared not relax in the slightest.

Finally, after much effort, Jiang Shiliu's injuries stabilized, and her complexion improved slightly.

"Phew... she's finally stabilized. However, her injuries are too severe, and she'll need a period of recuperation to fully recover. During this time, you must closely monitor her condition and inform me immediately if anything unusual happens."

The old doctor wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you very much." Qingyan nodded gratefully.

"I'm going back to rest now. If you have any other questions, feel free to come find me anytime." The old doctor packed his things and prepared to leave.

Qingyan nodded and saw the alchemist out.

Back in the room, Yun Che sat on the edge of the bed, gazing quietly at Jiang Shiliu's sleeping face, his eyes filled with worry and concern.