Zhiwei was scolding, yet her hands were tirelessly crushing two Second Tier Bone and Muscle Regeneration Pills, carefully applying them to Qing Jun’s wounds.
The master is an Alchemy Dao expert, naturally prepared many top-tier Pills for the apprentice.
Even compared to the cultivators from Huayue Mansion, their stock of Pills doesn’t surpass hers.
However.
Zhiwei’s own condition was not much better.
Forcefully activating the Grand Yan Wind Thunder Sword Formation not only drained her Spiritual Power, but also caused numerous subtle cracks in her meridians.
If it weren’t for her possessing the Purity Glaze Body, an ordinary Early Period Foundation Establishment cultivator would have their meridians completely severed, rendered crippled by the backlash alone.
"Senior sister, Qing Jun wasn’t slacking off..."
The little girl pouted pitifully, her large eyes brimming with mist,
"That big bad guy’s puppet is too hard, and it was even poisonous, not playing fair at all!"
It hurts...
Qing Jun considered herself the apprentice most like the master! The master feared pain, so she feared pain too!
At times like this, wouldn’t it be nice if the master was here to kiss, hug, and lift her high...
The more she thought, the more regretful she became; if the master saw her, he would definitely be heartbroken and only feel guilty enough to let her cuddle!
"Alright, stop chattering. Quickly channel your cultivation to absorb the medicinal effects."
Zhiwei shook her head helplessly, turning her gaze to the other side.
Jin’er was cross-legged on the other side of the cold spring, the bloodstains on her arm from the Infant Skull Puppet had scabbed over, but shadows of evil qi still hovered around the wound.
However, the thing worrying Zhiwei most wasn’t Jin’er’s external injury.
After all.
The Divine Fire within Jin’er was once called Cold Flame by the master.
Being Cold Flame, it naturally feared not this evil qi; in the face of Cold Flame, such evil qi was mere child’s play.
She was worried about the slightly eerie red lotus mark on Jin’er’s brow.
Ever since refining the Celestial Burning Treasure Scroll, the Divine Fire within Jin’er had become extremely active.
Jin’er might experience backlash again.
"How do you feel?" Zhiwei asked softly.
Jin’er opened her eyes, gently shaking her head, managing a smile:
"No need to worry, senior sister, I’m fine. Since master let me learn the Celestial Burning Treasure Scroll, surely the scroll won’t cause the Divine Fire to backlash again."
"I’m just newly learning it, having some difficulty controlling... Plus, I can feel that with a little more time, not only can I restore my lost origin, but my cultivation can advance further."
Upon hearing Jin’er’s words, both Zhiwei and Qing Jun breathed a sigh of relief.
Especially Qing Jun.
She was particularly excited: "If Jin’er advances further, she’ll be in the Middle Period of Foundation Establishment! Then when casting fire techniques, there will be nothing to fear!"
Jin’er retorted awkwardly, "It’s not... not that impressive, though Jin’er will protect the senior sister!"
"That’s good."
Zhiwei nodded, removing a few Middle Grade Spirit Stones from the Storage Bag, setting up a simple Spirit Gathering Array around the three,
"The most urgent task is to heal quickly... I’m also about to break through to Foundation Establishment Third Layer, oh, and the spoils from Yang Qiu..."
Saying this, Zhiwei’s gaze fell thoughtfully on the heavy Storage Bag beside Qing Jun.
The True Inheritor of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect, a top-tier prodigy from Foundation Establishment Sixth-Layer.
The treasures inside, surely beyond imagination!
Perhaps the resources from those high-ranking Late Period Foundation Establishment Guardians of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect couldn’t compare to Yang Qiu!
"Hehehe..."
Following her senior sister’s gaze, Qing Jun promptly forgot the pain in her arm, drooling almost uncontrollably,
"Big fat sheep! Such a big fat sheep!"
"Senior sister, Jin’er, let’s quickly unwrap the gift! See how many treasures he hid! When we leave, let’s bring all these goodies back to Listening Wind Pavillion, master will surely praise Qing Jun for being capable!"
"Chirp chirp!" (Quickly open it!)
The little white fox also jumped down from Qing Jun’s shoulder, clawing eagerly at the Storage Bag with its front paws.
Zhiwei suppressed her laughter, nodding:
"Alright. Qing Jun, open it and see."
"Alright!"