ng me copying Buddhist scriptures, he took up his pen and wrote a few lines. That beautiful small script with flowers, compared to my large characters, I myself feel embarrassed to look at them.And M...I reached out and pulled the Yin soldier up. He must have tried his best to save himself, which is why he was covered in bloodlust.

"Thank you for your hard work. Please lead the disciples of the Shen family over there, and I'll immediately dispatch someone to follow you." I told him.

"Yes."

I was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, my heart pounding in my chest.

Last night, that childish chaotic demon spat out so many violent evil spirits.

Even if the Seven Lords had been there, later on, Mara descended and Jiang Qiyun arrived riding a dragon. Shan Tao opened up a spatial rift and escaped...

There might be some stragglers who escaped the chaos.

When a deity descended upon the Shen family, those evil spirits naturally fled far and wide. Could it be that Shen Qingrui encountered something fierce and difficult to deal with on her way back

Zong Daochang is the eldest senior brother and headmaster of another sect. If he were attacked by demonic spirits on Shen's territory, how could I explain it to his disciples

And Shen Qingrui's personality, if it were to be described, would be "bold and fierce." If she ever encountered a violent ghost, she would certainly strike first. She might very well end up being the one injured the most.

I racked my brains and ran to that newly built incense pavilion from the past two years. It was dedicated to the Eastern Extreme Qinghua Great Emperor, and I even had a statue of a child carved especially.

The Supreme Lord of Mercy, the Azure Profound Emperor…

I knelt on the cushion and chanted the scriptures. A puff of blue smoke drifted over, and a little boy emerged from behind the curtain. Seeing me, he exclaimed, "Little Empress, why are you so serious...Wow, did you offer this to me”

He reached out and took a mochi, leaning against the altar while eating and smiling: "What trouble is making you so troubled, Your Majesty The Emperor Jun and Luo Hu are both here, aren't they Is there anything they can't handle"

"Is there a pill that can bring someone back to life" I sighed and asked.

"Who Who's going to die" The little boy munched, his cheeks bulging like a squirrel gnawing on nuts.

Oh... I suddenly feel a little envious of this carefree squirrel.

"Shen Qingrui," I said helplessly.

Although she hasn't been seen yet, judging from the murderous aura on the soldiers' bodies, Shen Qingrui must have suffered very serious external injuries!

If ordinary methods of treatment fail, then one can only seek out a young child for some elixir.

The little boy widened his eyes slightly: "What about that reborn maid What happened to her"

Before he could speak, a commotion suddenly came from the front yard—the training ground rarely heard such chaotic and panicked shouts; it must have been brought back by someone.

I immediately ran forward, the child reaching out to grab another mochi and running alongside me.

The Shen family disciples had already carried several people back and placed them in the hall.

When I arrived, a wave of icy bloodiness hit me. Everyone fell silent and, seeing me come, bowed their heads to make way for me.

In the middle of the hall, there were four stretchers. Shen Qingrui, Master Zong, and two disciples of the Shen family were all on them. A thin blanket was draped over their bodies, but it couldn't hide the bloody stench.

I let out a quiet sigh of relief — thankfully, there was no white sheet over my face.

"What are you doing just standing there Contact a private hospital immediately!" The manager rushed over and nearly fainted at the sight before him.

Four people were on the verge of death, two disciples of the Shen family had a large gash torn in their lower abdomen, their intestines spilling out.

Zong Daochang's head was covered in blood, and one palm was pierced, the flesh mangled.

The worst of it was Shen Qingru.

She had disheveled hair, a pale and ashen complexion, and blood clots at the corners of her mouth.

On the surface, she didn't seem as serious as others, but when I gently lifted the blanket, the sight beneath it stunned me.

Below the left ribs, a piece of flesh had been brutally ripped away.

Exposed bone, and quivering viscera faintly visible.

There were still a few talismans near the wound, congealed with blood and stuck tightly to the skin, all stained crimson.

"Home, Master of the House..." Shen Jia's inner disciple, Shen Xi and, trembled and said to me, "When we saw him, his internal organs were about to burst out. I, I was frightened for a moment, so I used my hand to block..."

His hands were also covered in congealed blood.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and said, "Get the first-aid kit... I'll figure something out."

》》》

Shen Qingrui had a hairpin in her hair.

Though she's flamboyant in her actions, she adheres to the rules of monastic discipline in certain areas.

For example, hairdressing.

She usually wore her hair in a bun, fastened with a wooden hairpin.

I once saw her cast a spell, drawing a hairpin as a sword and breaking through the door.

At that moment, the hairpin broke, dangling precariously by half its length as she clutched it tightly in her hand.

I lit incense in the anteroom, burning through each talisman one by one.

That was some emergency medical techniques hidden in the Shen family's secret chamber. They were rarely used since medicine had advanced so much.

Smoke curls, the greenhouse warm with bedding.

Shen Qingrui suddenly relaxed her jaw and coughed out a mouthful of blood that had been stuck in her throat.

"... When facing danger, why wouldn't you think of running away Those vicious spirits and demons, fearing the deities, would flee in a hurry. It shouldn't be difficult to shake them off," I asked softly.

Shen Qingrui's eyes, like a flash of light returning, gazed fixedly at the ceiling.

Her lips trembled as she whispered, "Open... what... joke..."

“This is the territory of my Shen family… Demons and evil spirits… are charging in… Shen family disciples must… fight to the death, never retreat!”

She gasped, her teeth gritted so hard she was about to break them, before finally managing to speak.

"Her ribs were crushed, her flesh ripped in several places, and her organs were almost falling out..." I sighed softly, leaning close to her ear, and asked, "Do you want to die now, or do you want to live"

Death, soul returns to the underworld.

There's a slight chance you might run into Jiang Qiyun.

However, before one can cross the Bridge of Forgetfulness, they must drink the Meng Po soup and erase all past memories. Will they still remember who the Northern Celestial Emperor is

Alive, she could still continue to be Shen Qingrui. No matter what thoughts she harbored, her sense of belonging to the Shen family was unmatched.

Shen Qingrui didn't answer immediately, her ragged breaths like a broken bellows, grinding at my heart.

"I…" she suddenly broke the silence.

I looked up at her.

"I... originally was... without a 'heart'..." She gasped, her voice growing fainter and fainter.

>

"Living, that's when I understood some things." She stared at me fiercely.

I don't want to die, I guess she couldn't say that.

I couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer, so I took out a pill I had scraped from the child.

The medicinal herbs on top were burnt, the little boy could just give me whatever he wanted, it must be "unremarkable" scraps from the edges.

Genuine finished pills should definitely be counted and put into the pill room.

But this kind of scraps, for them, is already a miraculous medicine that revitalizes the body.

I wiped away the smeared parts and placed them on Shen Qingrui's lips.

"Eat, and whatever recovery you achieve will be up to you."

》》》

Emerging from Shen Qingrui's room, the little boy sat cross-legged on his gourd, grinning and extending his hand towards me.

"Little Empress, running errands should give me some compensation, right"

I raised my hand and materialized a small lotus flower. A young boy emerged from within it, drawing out a bit of my cultivation and storing it in his small jade vial.

"Hehe... I didn't expect Young Lady to save her~~~"

"What's so surprising about this They are all disciples of the Shen family." I gave him a white look. This little boy even had red bean paste on his mouth. Is my household's pastry enough to supply him

"Speaking of which, aren't you jealous She's the Emperor's chosen maidservant." The little boy chuckled mischievously, as if hoping to stir up trouble.

I shook my head.

When it comes to jealousy, there might be a little bit at the beginning.

But as time passes and cultivation deepens, some emotions have long since been let go of.

Some things, when we are young, we don't understand, and when we grow old, there is no need to understand them.

The little boy was stunned, and as he walked with me, he said, "Wow, I didn't expect Young Lady's cultivation level to have improved so much! ~~ Well, it seems like I can tell you some little secrets now!"

Uh

A little secrethat place have a lot of ghosts too""Oh, that's different then. Sealing the soul into a bronze mirror kept the ghosts from running around." I leaned against him, waiting for him to hold me and lay down...