The Young Lady Only Wants to Cultivate Immortality Chapter 47

A’Ling gazed at Shi Qingqian, who had appeared out of thin air. The void around her was wreathed with faint sparks, like burning talismans.
The air also contained some indescribable, fly ash-like impurities.
A’Ling looked up at the barrier above everyone, where pulsating blue lights, like shimmering water, confirmed its continued existence.
She stared at Shi Qingqian in astonishment. She knew Shi Qingqian was powerful, but she was always shocked by her unexpectedly formidable strength.
Shi Qingqian had actually torn open a Nascent Soul cultivator’s barrier with her bare hands, appearing before everyone with an undeniable power, like a god descending.
As A’Ling looked at Shi Qingqian, Shi Qingqian was also looking at A’Ling.
Or rather, from the moment Shi Qingqian entered the barrier, her gaze had fixated solely on A’Ling.
Her eyes were unblinking, carrying an oppressive weight that seemed to pierce one’s very soul, as if wanting to see through not just A’Ling’s face, but also her heart.
Under her gaze, A’Ling felt an inexplicable surge of guilt.
But then she snapped back to reality. She hadn’t done anything to offend Shi Qingqian. Surely, the Zhao Shan brothers across from them weren’t Shi Qingqian’s people, and she wasn’t here to exact revenge for them.
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on such thoughts. A’Ling looked around at the wide, staring eyes; everyone had summoned their magic artifacts.
As if they were about to attack them en masse at any moment.
“Give it back to me.”
A’Ling reached out to snatch Little Wandering from Shi Qingqian’s hand.
Little Wandering hadn’t been summoned, still appearing as an ordinary bracelet. When A’Ling reached out to pull, half of her palm slipped inside the bracelet’s loop, causing her hand to press against Shi Qingqian’s, back of hand to back of hand, as Shi Qingqian refused to let go.
A’Ling pulled back with force, but apart from making their hands press together more tightly, it had no other effect.
“Let go!” A’Ling exerted force again, pulling back.
Shi Qingqian still didn’t let go.
As the two remained in a standoff, Zhao Shan, who had just been stunned by Shi Qingqian’s unusual entrance, gripped his Twin Verdant Blades and warily scrutinized Shi Qingqian’s profile.
He was a Nascent Soul cultivator; anyone who could enter his barrier must be a cultivator above the Nascent Soul Realm.
But Shi Qingqian wore white robes, which weren’t the attire of the dwelling’s sword cultivators, spiritual arts cultivators, or medical cultivators. Within the dwelling, all cultivators, except for Peak Masters and Abode Masters, were required to wear the sect’s unified uniform.
For a moment, Zhao Shan had thought it was a Abode Master from one of the other dwellings who had discovered the barrier. Naturally, a Abode Master’s abilities would render his barrier useless.
If the Abode Masters from the other eleven dwellings found out he had deliberately inflicted severe injuries on a fellow disciple, it would be troublesome.
Private duels were not forbidden within Mystic Crane Mountain, but abusing power to bully the weak was strictly prohibited, and private sparring matches were not allowed to endanger the lives of fellow disciples.
Zhao Shan subtly moved a few steps to the side, getting a full view of Shi Qingqian’s appearance.
When he clearly saw Shi Qingqian’s face, his hanging heart settled. He was certain the person who had suddenly appeared wasn’t a Abode Master from any dwelling.
The newcomer’s face was too beautiful; calling it a divine creation of unparalleled artistry wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Yet, her eyes and brows carried a chilling aura, making her seem unapproachable.
If he had ever seen this face before, he would surely have remembered it.
He could even confirm he had never seen this person in Mystic Crane Mountain before. She must be a new cultivator who had just joined Mystic Crane Mountain this month.
He had been out on wilderness training with his junior disciples when the Crane Gate opened this time, which was why he hadn’t seen the new disciples.
Zhao Shan, however, had never imagined such a talented expert among the new disciples. He couldn’t discern the other party’s cultivation level, which could only mean they were stronger than him.
But he was already a Nascent Soul cultivator. How could a new disciple have a cultivation level above Nascent Soul? It was truly unbelievable.
Zhao Shan was unsure what this sudden arrival intended, but seeing that she knew A’Ling, appearing neither friend nor foe, he didn’t act rashly for the moment.
“Hey, you in white, what’s your name? What are you doing suddenly showing up?” Zhao Shan shouted at her, his Twin Verdant Blades held with an imposing gleam, blades pointed at her.
The people around him, after their initial momentary panic, had regained some composure upon seeing Shi Qingqian make no move.
Zhao Qi had just suddenly seen the newcomer and thought their actions had been discovered by an Elder or a Abode Master. Frightened, he hastily retracted his spell arrow. But seeing it wasn’t an Elder, and that the newcomer seemed to know A’Ling, he quickly aimed his spell arrow at Lan Fushang’s temple again.
After Lan Fushang saw Shi Qingqian, her heart lightened slightly. A’Ling had help.
Zhao Qi had just silenced her again, so she couldn’t even whimper from the pain. Her eyes twitched painfully, and blood from her forehead flowed past her brow, dripping into her eyes, causing another wave of unspeakable stinging.
She couldn’t clearly see what A’Ling and Shi Qingqian were doing. She wanted to shout for them to run.
A’Ling was speechless. Shi Qingqian seemed to be deaf to the surrounding noise. Zhao Shan, whom she ignored, had a ferocious expression, clearly seething with anger.
Shi Qingqian didn’t even glance at him, only gripping Little Wandering tightly without letting go, and asked A’Ling why she had thrown it earlier.
“No, can you please look at what’s happening right now?” A’Ling tried to lower her voice, tilting her head to gesture behind Shi Qingqian’s left side, urging her to look back.
Only then did Shi Qingqian reluctantly, as if granting a favor, turn her head to glance at the crowd behind them. Her gaze was as cold as a sweeping frost. Zhao Qi’s body involuntarily shuddered, and the spell arrow in his hand scraped past Lan Fushang’s cheek again.
Another streak of fresh blood immediately seeped out, winding down Lan Fushang’s cheek like a red line.
A’Ling’s eyes widened with fury, and she yelled at Zhao Qi, “Let her go!”
She shouted while forcefully pulling at Little Wandering, but the hand opposite her, also looped in the bracelet, wouldn’t let go.
“Are you blind?!” A’Ling gnashed her teeth, cursing in a fiercely suppressed voice, “If you’re blind, then let go and get lost!”
A’Ling saw that even after Shi Qingqian understood the situation behind them, she still looked at A’Ling with the same expression, as if she still couldn’t comprehend why A’Ling would abandon Little Wandering.
She no longer expected Shi Qingqian to offer any help.
Over there, although Zhao Qi realized Shi Qingqian didn’t seem to be looking for trouble with them, he was still very wary of the magic artifacts in their hands. Seeing the two whispering and seemingly plotting something, his heart tightened.
“Stop stalling! If you don’t throw your magic artifact over here soon, don’t blame me for being impolite.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Twin Verdant Blades in his hand were already pressed against Lan Fushang’s throat.
A’Ling’s eyelids twitched wildly. Almost instinctively, she took a sharp breath, reached out, gripped Shi Qingqian’s hand that held Little Wandering, and said, word by word, “Let—go!”
Shi Qingqian lowered her gaze to A’Ling. Her eyes held only A’Ling; everything around them seemed to have no bearing on her. She didn’t even care about Lan Fushang, who was teetering on the brink of death.
“You would abandon your magic artifact for someone unrelated to you?”
Shi Qingqian’s tone held a hint of annoyance, but her expression remained aloof, only her downcast eyes showing a subtle flicker of mixed emotions.
A’Ling hadn’t expected Shi Qingqian to still be asking this question at a time like this.
Which is more important, a magic artifact or a human life?
Besides, she had her own plans. She wasn’t truly going to sacrifice Little Wandering; she was merely retreating to advance. Didn’t she know Little Wandering’s true power?
As soon as the item landed in Zhao Shan’s hands, wouldn’t it be like handing him a bomb?
What exactly did Shi Qingqian want? Why was she so fixated on her magic artifact?!
A’Ling was truly seething with anger. In the past, Shi Qingqian had almost stolen her magic artifact, then tried to trick her out of Little Wandering. Now, she had suddenly appeared and directly tried to snatch Little Wandering.
This person must have been eyeing her Little Wandering for a long time!
Zhao Shan watched the two in the center of the barrier, seemingly unconcerned by their presence. Seeing A’Ling and Shi Qingqian whispering something to each other, he suspected they were deliberately stalling for time and had a hidden plan.
“I’ll count to three. If you don’t hand over the magic artifact, I’ll take your friend’s eyes.”
Zhao Shan’s sinister voice echoed in the barrier. Lan Fushang’s body trembled. When she saw his Twin Verdant Blades, one pointed at each of her eyes, all the blood in her body seemed to freeze in that instant.
She desperately tried to run, but she couldn’t break free from Zhao Qi’s restraints.
She didn’t want to go blind. If she were blind, how could she study medical arts? She still had so many herbs whose properties she hadn’t discerned. She didn’t want to lose her sight.
Since childhood, she had promised her mother that she would become a good healer who could treat illnesses and injuries, saving more people from pain. She had promised her mother, how could she break her word?
Lan Fushang frantically cast a pleading gaze towards A’Ling, screaming inwardly: Save me, please save me. I don’t want to be blind, I can’t lose my sight.
A’Ling was heavily struck by Lan Fushang’s desperate yet hopeful gaze, feeling as if an inch of bone in her chest was about to shatter.
“One.”
Zhao Shan, without waiting for A’Ling’s response, directly began counting.
“Two—”
The moment A’Ling heard “Two,” her tongue went numb. Her thoughts almost halted, and her mind went blank.
No, there’s no time. What can be done? How can I save Lan Fushang?
Following her instincts, she desperately clutched Shi Qingqian’s sleeve, her voice almost hoarse.
“Save her!”
“Three—”
Two voices sounded at the same time.
The Twin Verdant Blades gathered momentum. At such close range, with that much force, they weren’t just going to blind Lan Fushang; they were going to pierce her eyes.
“No—” A’Ling felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her entire body and muscles tensing up.
But her cry, before its pitch could rise, abruptly cut short.
A’Ling’s eyes widened in disbelief, watching the scene before her in shock.
The Twin Verdant Blades, which had gathered immense momentum, had barely begun to lunge forward when they suddenly screeched to a halt, the entire blade vibrating violently.
The hard profound iron blades began to crumble little by little, like dry rocks struck by a hammer. The sturdy profound iron turned into powder, scattering like flowing sand.
Lan Fushang had desperately squeezed her eyes shut just now, but the expected pain didn’t come. She opened her eyes in confusion, only to accidentally get the metal shavings in them. Her eyes instantly turned red, and she cried tears of pain.
Zhao Qi was the same; he had watched his brother’s magic artifact shatter before his very eyes. The profound iron fragments also randomly blew into his eyes with a gust of wind from somewhere unknown.
Inside the barrier, it was completely silent save for the sound of the Twin Verdant Blades shattering into metal shavings, with only occasional gasps of fear.
Everyone, including A’Ling, simultaneously looked at Shi Qingqian in the center of the barrier, their gazes trembling.
Shi Qingqian’s gaze was still fixed on A’Ling before her. Her free hand casually spread open behind her.
Light flowed within her casually opened palm, like shattered moonlight.
At first glance, it was cool and brilliant, but after looking longer, it evoked a soul-stirring sense of awe.
Inside the barrier, it was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone could clearly hear their own heartbeats.
Zhao Shan had cultivated for years just to obtain this one life-bound magic artifact. Now, he watched helplessly as it shattered into scattered metal shavings without any warning. His shoulders, and indeed his entire body, began to tremble with gasps of intense pain.
He furiously charged towards Shi Qingqian, only to be thrown back several yards before he even reached her.
Shi Qingqian gazed at A’Ling’s hand tightly clutching her sleeve, seeing the bulging veins caused by tension, and a deep displeasure flashed in her eyes.
She gently pushed Little Wandering from her palm, sliding it along their joined hands, and placed it back onto A’Ling’s hand.
With a casual wave of her hand behind her, a hurricane-force wind rose from the ground.
Everyone inside the barrier, except for A’Ling and Shi Qingqian in the very center, was violently pushed backward by the powerful wind.
Lan Fushang’s back slammed heavily against the shimmering barrier. The force of the wind was so strong that her slender body bounced back.
Immediately, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.
The others fared similarly, falling scattered across the ground.
With that impact, the barrier Zhao Shan had set up shattered in response to the impact of the crowd and the damage to his own spiritual energy.
It shattered like a mercury mirror, hammered from the center, with cracks spreading downwards and bursting open.
Gu Jingyang saw the crowd suddenly appearing from the void and knew there had indeed been a barrier there.
Just now, she and Qingqian had passed by this spot. Qingqian had said nothing, then suddenly vanished. Gu Jingyang had looked around and confirmed there was a barrier here.
However, the person who had set up the barrier had a higher cultivation level than her, so she couldn’t break it from the outside.
Watching people fall out one by one, Gu Jingyang frowned deeply. The next moment, her brow twitched, and she leaped forward to catch Lan Fushang as she fell out.
The next instant, the entire barrier vanished. Gu Jingyang saw A’Ling and Qingqian standing not far away. “A’Ling, are you alright? And Qingqian, what happened? Did you go inside the barrier just now?”
Gu Jingyang, holding the barely conscious Lan Fushang in her arms, looked at everything in surprise, as well as the people who had appeared from nowhere around them.
Zhao Shan had just gotten up from the ground when he heard the shout. Seeing that A’Ling had gained another helper, and having just suffered internal injuries from the shockwave, he hastily pulled Zhao Qi and cast an illusion spell before fleeing.
The fellow disciples they left behind were furious, and seeing A’Ling look their way, they hurriedly begged for mercy.
“Don’t kill us, it was all Zhao Shan! He forced us to come.”
If A’Ling hadn’t been clutching Shi Qingqian’s hand, she would have long since lashed out with a whip. To think the main culprit had actually escaped.
“Heavenly Peace Cave Abode, Zhao Shan.” A’Ling thought through gritted teeth. The culprit can run, but their base cannot.
Gu Jingyang saw the people on the ground begging for mercy in fear and roughly understood that A’Ling and her companions must have encountered trouble. She glanced at the unconscious Lan Fushang in her arms, simultaneously channeling spiritual energy to her while leading her away.
“A’Ling, Lan Fushang looks very badly injured. I’ll take her to Pan’yan Mountain to find a medical cultivator. Can you manage on your own?”
A’Ling quickly replied, “I’m fine. I’ll go with you.”
Gu Jingyang felt a little relieved, then added, “Qingqian, are you alright too?”
A’Ling retorted without thinking, “What could possibly happen to her—”
Before she could finish, a bloody hand appeared before her, with flesh peeled back and white bone faintly visible in the wound.
A’Ling, surprised, followed the gruesome bleeding hand to its owner, and saw Shi Qingqian frowning, looking at her without a word.
The rest of her half-spoken “Let’s go” abruptly halted. She asked in astonishment, “No, when did you get injured?”
She hadn’t seen anyone injure Shi Qingqian just now; Zhao Shan had been thrown flying before he could even get close.
She lowered her head to inspect Shi Qingqian’s injury, utterly bewildered, and missed the fleeting smile that flashed in Shi Qingqian’s eyes, so quick one might have thought it a trick of light.
Gu Jingyang also saw Shi Qingqian’s injury. She had already mounted her Moonfall Sword with Lan Fushang.
“A’Ling, you take care of Qingqian. I’ll take Lan Fushang to Pan’yan Mountain first.”
After speaking, Gu Jingyang didn’t wait for A’Ling’s reply and swiftly flew towards Pan’yan Mountain on her sword.
“Wait—” A’Ling’s shout wasn’t as fast as Gu Jingyang’s sword. Before her words even fully landed, the person was already out of sight.
A’Ling sighed heavily. She turned to look at Shi Qingqian, who was standing like a wooden post, and asked, suppressing her annoyance, “Can you still fly on your sword?”
After asking, A’Ling felt she had asked a redundant question. Shi Qingqian had only injured one hand, it wasn’t as if she had broken both legs.
“No.”
A’Ling was about to suggest they each fly to Pan’yan Mountain on their own swords when she heard that reply.
“What did you say?” A’Ling’s eyes widened, as if she had heard an utterly shocking joke. “That’s not funny.”
A hint of pain actually flickered across Shi Qingqian’s usually placid expression: “I sustained some internal injuries from forcibly breaking the barrier just now.”
A’Ling felt that such a serious matter was being spoken of with such a casual attitude, as if it were as simple as stepping on a rock and stubbing one’s toe.
If it was that simple, how could she not fly on her sword, and even reveal a hint of pain? She’s really good at pretending.
“No, then why did you show off?”
A’Ling was so angered she almost laughed. Just moments ago, she looked as formidable as if possessed by an overlord’s aura, and now she claimed internal injuries.
Was there any need to forcibly break through the barrier just now? They could have just captured Zhao Shan and made him open the barrier himself.
Shi Qingqian pursed her lips, gazing deeply at A’Ling, but said nothing in response to A’Ling’s questions.
A’Ling’s surging anger, met with that gaze, was like a newly lit fire doused by a bucket of cold water. She actually discerned a hint of grievance in those eyes.
She was silenced.
What could she say? After all, Shi Qingqian had saved them.
A’Ling was silent for a while, then took a deep breath. “Be more careful in the future. Don’t do things that harm others but cause you such severe injury.”
Saying this, A’Ling took out the iron sword Lan Fushang had given her, took a deep breath, and said, “Let’s go.”
The sky was high and clear, wild geese flew far into the distance. An iron sword carried the two over Soaring Rainbow Tower and deeper into Mystic Crane Mountain.

Heavenly Peace Mountain, where Heavenly Peace Cave Abode was located, lay to the east of Mystic Crane Mountain, north of Goose Head River.
Zhao Shan fled in a panic, running all the way back to Heavenly Peace Cave Abode. There, he found his abode master, who was also the current Abode Master of Heavenly Peace Cave Abode—Qiu Fanbo.
“Abode master, you must do justice for your disciple!”
Zhao Shan, adding exaggeration and distorting the truth, made an accusation first, painting himself as the victim.
“Abode master knows that your disciple has a junior brother cultivating in Soaring Rainbow Tower. Recently, new disciples arrived, and one named A’Ling is defiant and arrogant, provoking others everywhere. My junior brother was also unfairly taught a lesson by her.”
“Your disciple returned from wilderness training and heard about this. My original intention today was to mediate the disputes between the new disciples, but who would have thought that A’Ling would attack me indiscriminately?”
As Zhao Shan spoke, his heart itched with hatred. If that brat didn’t have such a powerful magic artifact, how could a mere Core Formation cultivator like her be his opponent?
Qiu Fanbo naturally thought of this. “You couldn’t defeat a new disciple?”
Zhao Shan quickly shook his head, but then hesitated slightly. It wasn’t that he felt he couldn’t defeat A’Ling; it was because he thought of the white-robed woman who appeared later.
He still didn’t know her name, but that person’s cultivation was definitely above his, and he truly was no match for her.
Seeing his expression, Qiu Fanbo became interested. She wasn’t concerned with disputes between cultivators; if she felt like it, favoring a disciple she liked wasn’t a big deal to her.
As long as it wasn’t directed at her, she’d turn a blind eye.
“Tell me, what abilities did the other party use to defeat you?”
Zhao Shan had followed Qiu Fanbo for many years and was well aware of this habit of hers. He knew that for Qiu Fanbo to act, the person must have offended her directly.
“When A’Ling saw that I was a disciple of Heavenly Peace Cave Abode, she immediately called for help. Originally, your disciple wouldn’t have feared a one-on-one fight. Having cultivated under your careful guidance for many years, your disciple has made some progress over the years.”
“However, that A’Ling possesses an extraordinary magic artifact, likely a Grandmaster-grade one.”
Qiu Fanbo raised an eyebrow. “Oh? That is quite rare.” But it was nothing significant; she herself possessed five Grandmaster-grade magic artifacts.
Zhao Shan continued, “She was only relying on her powerful magic artifact. Your disciple fought with all his might and almost seized her magic artifact, but then she called for help.”
Qiu Fanbo’s interest was piqued. “Did the helper have an even more powerful magic artifact?”
Zhao Shan shook his head. “She broke your disciple’s barrier with just her inner energy.”
Qiu Fanbo’s half-closed eyes suddenly snapped open. “What did you say?”
Zhao Shan repeated, “She broke the barrier your disciple set up with just her inner energy, and effortlessly injured your disciple and the other junior disciples.”
Qiu Fanbo seemed somewhat disbelieving. “You are now a Nascent Soul cultivator. How could a new disciple possibly do that?”
Zhao Shan thought of this with a face full of resentment and jealousy. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he truly wouldn’t have believed that a new disciple could possess a Nascent Soul cultivation, and likely even at the late Nascent Soul stage.
One more step and she would reach the Soul Transformation Realm. Qiu Fanbo herself was currently at the mid-Soul Transformation Realm.
Qiu Fanbo, who had been sitting casually, couldn’t help but straighten up. “Really?”
Zhao Shan nodded gravely. “Your disciple even announced his affiliation, but that person said that you, Abode master, are merely a Soul Transformation Realm cultivator, and if she wished, she could easily replace you.”
“Nonsense!” Qiu Fanbo’s face turned cold. What a bold claim! Did she think there was only one step between Nascent Soul Realm and Soul Transformation Realm? How many cultivators failed to cross that gap in their entire lives?
Good, very good, Qiu Fanbo thought to herself. It has been many years since someone so arrogant appeared in Mystic Crane Mountain.
The last person who had just entered Mystic Crane Mountain and dared to claim they would replace a Abode Master, their soul had long since vanished somewhere in the mountains of Mystic Crane Mountain.
“Go, find out her background.”
Qiu Fanbo narrowed her eyes. Such an arrogant person will never enter a sword cultivator’s dwelling. She will make sure that person wastes away her life in Soaring Rainbow Tower!
A crane’s cry rang out. A’Ling made an emergency dive, narrowly avoiding it by skimming past the white crane’s feathers.
She almost crashed again…
A’Ling not only broke into a cold sweat inwardly, but as soon as her sword flight stabilized slightly, she quickly used her sleeve to haphazardly wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead.
Otherwise, it would be even more dangerous if they dripped into her eyes.
Her sword flying skills, truly, she wasn’t being modest, were just mediocre. Pan’yan Mountain was deep within Mystic Crane Mountain, and along the way, amidst countless towering peaks and treacherous ridges, one had to be careful of various flying beasts and birds leaping into the air.
Several times, she almost decapitated a suddenly appearing, foolish vulture.
More than once, she heard soft laughter from behind her, but each time she turned, Shi Qingqian would have an innocent expression, as if it wasn’t her.
It was truly infuriating.
She had realized it now. Shi Qingqian wasn’t injured too badly to fly on her sword; she was just using A’Ling as a free ‘chauffeur’, and then secretly mocking her mediocre skills.
She seethed with anger, and after much effort, finally brought Shi Qingqian to Zhenpu Medicine Pavilion on Pan’yan Mountain, only to be refused entry.
Apothecary Mu Ling had just prepared the medicinal ingredients to treat Lan Fushang. Seeing another person arrive so soon, she looked displeased. “Who’s injured?”
A’Ling pointed at Shi Qingqian’s hand, but before she could even say that Shi Qingqian had internal injuries, something was thrown at her.
“Such a minor injury, and you bothered to eagerly run all the way here? Are you too idle, or do you think I’m too idle?!” Saying this, she threw another bottle at A’Ling. “For external application.”
A’Ling looked down at the two things she caught: a bandage and a bottle of unknown medicine.
“No—” She was about to say that Shi Qingqian’s injuries weren’t just her hand when the door before them slammed shut with a “clunk.”
She also heard a voice from inside say, “These new disciples are truly useless. So busy, so busy.”
A’Ling awkwardly paused her hand, which was about to knock, and turned to look at the perpetually silent Shi Qingqian, anger rising in her heart. “Are you mute? Am I seeing the doctor for you? If you don’t speak, how will they know you have internal injuries?!”
Seriously, nothing good ever happened when she met Shi Qingqian. She was about to get internal injuries from anger. She shoved all the items in her hand into Shi Qingqian’s. “Did you hear that? External application!”
She absolutely did not want to treat Shi Qingqian’s wound. Who knew if Shi Qingqian would turn around and claim A’Ling had injured her after she kindly helped her?
She had been wronged before.
A’Ling thought Shi Qingqian would surely cling to her and had already prepared sarcastic remarks. Unexpectedly, Shi Qingqian took the items without a word.
The hand holding the medicine bottle was still seeping blood, instantly staining the white porcelain bottle with red streaks.
What was going on? A’Ling’s brow furrowed tightly. They had traveled all this way, yet the wound on Shi Qingqian’s hand was still gushing blood as if freshly injured.
Bright red blood flowed down her hand and towards her wrist. Soon, Shi Qingqian’s white sleeve was also stained with glaring red.
A’Ling saw her painstakingly pull open the stopper of the medicine bottle with one hand, her hand trembling as she was about to pour the wound medicine onto the injury.
“Wait!”
A’Ling stepped forward and snatched the medicine bottle from Shi Qingqian’s hand. With a taut face, she pulled Shi Qingqian to sit on a nearby stone bench.
“I truly owe you a debt!”
“Have you never been injured in your life? Don’t you know you need to clean the wound first?!”
“I don’t think you have internal injuries, I think you’re brain-damaged! No, you’re not damaged, I’m brain-damaged. My brain must be broken to even care about you!”