The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

At this moment, Zhong Li Shang was flying on his sword while using his spiritual sense to watch the small group of the six sect leaders discussing enthusiastically the topic of being ambushed by the demonic cultivator.

After being named by the leader of the Tiangan Sect, he looked around again and again.

However, their Dingkun Sect team showed no signs of any demon attack.

Being attacked by demons is not a good thing, but at this moment, Zhong Li Shang strangely hopes that he can also encounter one or two demon cultivators.

Everyone was attacked except Kunzong, and I felt that this matter could not be explained clearly.

Zhong Li Shang could only bite the bullet and respond to the Tianqian Sect leader, "Not yet. I will be on guard."

Zhong Li Shang saw that his beloved little disciple was still depressed because he was robbed of the first place by Si Qingyu from Renxin Sect.

Zhong Lishang then went to Yue Wanying's side and consoled her, "Ying'er, don't ruin your mood for someone irrelevant.

In the previous levels, the Renxin Sect just relied on some clever tricks to take advantage.

It was my fault that I was short-sighted. I didn't realize that Si Qingyu was a scheming and opportunistic bad guy.

In this level of Qi Men Dun Jia, I think your performance is impeccable. We can achieve this result only thanks to the guidance of the magic weapon you found with great difficulty in the secret realm.

As your teacher, I have high hopes for you. You still have a long way to go.

Ying'er, you are the future light of the righteous path, don't compare yourself with those people who are not worthy of being on the stage."

"Master..." Yue Wanying was deeply moved. She was touched by Zhong Li Shang's warm comfort.

“The next level is our Dingkun Sect’s home court.

At that time, I will let your senior brother take you to participate in the finishing and design of the secret realm formation.

We can definitely turn the tide and seize the initiative.”

Yue Wanying's voice was soft but firm, "Thank you for your cultivation, Master. I know I will live up to your expectations."

Zhong Li Shang looked at his little disciple, and the worries and concerns in his heart were gradually dispelled. The fact that they did not encounter the evil cultivator must be due to the blessing of his little disciple's luck.

He knew that his precious little disciple was a lucky little star.

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At the foot of the Renxin Sect mountain, the moment Bai Wuchang, Hua Wuying and their disciples landed, they saw a long line forming at the entrance to the mountain barrier.

These are all patients who come to Renxin Sect to seek medical treatment.

After this competition, several sects and factions were attacked by evil cultivators.

Not every sect has a powerful person like the masters of the six major sects to rule over it.

Many monks were injured, and some even died in this disaster.

During these turbulent years in the world of cultivation, casualties were the norm.

In the medical sect, it is easier to witness death, sorrow and pain than in other places.

Some monks were so badly injured that they could not get up, and they groaned in pain while being supported by their companions.

Some people are wailing in pain for the loss of their loved ones and friends in this incident.

After Bai Wuchang landed, he took his two disciples and stepped into the wounded area covered in blood and sadness with a solemn look.

They began to rescue the seriously ill and dying people.

Hua Wuying, who was always lazy, tore off his fox fur cloak and covered the dead child who was frozen stiff by the evil cold air with it.

He sighed imperceptibly and then joined the rescue efforts.

The five people from Qingjing Peak had never experienced such a big scene before and were somewhat confused.

At this moment, a monk with half of his arm torn off and covered in blood knelt in front of them.

"All the righteous men of the Renxin Sect, please save my fellow apprentices. They...they are almost dead."

Si Qingyu stepped forward first, and Qianren cooperated by feeding the man a blood-clotting pill.

Then, the monk pointed at several monks lying on the ground with a sad face. Their robes were soaked in blood and their bodies were full of blood holes. "Please, save them."

Si Qingyu then came back to his senses and realized.

Yes, they were now wearing the uniforms of Renxin Sect disciples. Among the crowd of patients, the green color representing vitality was particularly eye-catching.

Overcome all difficulties and save the wounded and dying.

For everyone in the Renxin Sect, saving people is a subconscious action that is faster than thinking.

They have never hesitated in slaying demons and eliminating evil. Although they have read medical books, they have never been able to treat diseases on their own.

But the current situation does not allow them to hesitate for a moment. There are too many patients and obviously not enough medical staff, and their actions will involve the life and death of others.

Many wounded people were rushing to the foot of the mountain of Renxin Sect. Si Qingyu saw that among them was Leng Ningshuang, who was wearing the uniform of a Qingliu sect disciple, supporting the seriously injured Leng Yuehua.

Ying Tianxing immediately sat cross-legged, and the strings of Fuxi's zither vibrated, playing a melodious and light music, which gradually brought those people back to their senses from panic, anxiety and despair.

In order to make elixirs, Nangong Chiyang and Qianren have memorized medical books these days.

They already know the effects of various elixirs.

At this time, they took out various pills from their storage bags and distributed them according to the conditions of the different injured patients.

Chi Baobao walked to Lu Xiangxiang's side, and the two worked together to repair and correct the bones of the injured with missing and dislocated bones.

Although it was their first collaboration, the two of them somehow had a tacit understanding.

After thinking for a moment, Si Qingyu began to cast spells and set up formations around these patients.

She has also read many medical books during this period. There are many ways to heal wounds and save lives, and she wants to choose a way that can maximize her value.

Si Qingyu quickly set up an "Eight Gates Injury Healing Formation" at the foot of Renxin Sect's mountain.

Then, she summoned a green water bead and let the small water droplet swallow a spiritual flower that had the effect of stopping bleeding and relieving pain. After the small water droplet's cheeks were bulging from eating, spiritual rain began to fall around the formation set up by Si Qingyu.

Bai Wuchang had just saved a person. She slowly raised her head, stretched out her hand to catch a few drops of clear water falling from the spiritual rain, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but she did not speak, and turned to treat another injured person.

The sky went through several cycles, from light to dark, and then to the rising sun, casting a golden light on the earth.

Finally, the work is done and all the injuries have been dealt with.

A group of medical practitioners from the Renxin Sect slowly stood up from the crowd, squinting their eyes slightly, and greeted the morning sun.

I don't know who took the lead, but many of the wounded endured the pain and began to bow devoutly to thank the benevolent doctors who had pulled them back from the brink of death.

"The benevolent sect is righteous! Doctors are kind-hearted, and the benevolent are invincible!"

"Thank you, Renxin Sect, for saving my life!"

Their hands and clothes were stained with blood of unknown origin, but in their haste to save lives, they did not waste their spiritual energy on cleaning them up. However, these traces, at this moment, became their medals.

They were bathed in golden light, within easy reach of the wounded, like the gods and saviors of this place.