When Meng Qi opened her eyes, she saw Chu Tianfeng’s distressed face. Without a word, she once again put her hand on his shoulder. They repeated this process many times. Meng Qi would dispel his poison, then replenishing her spiritual aura. This tedious and boring process had long become her habit.

Time seemed to pass quickly, but also seemed to run very slowly. Countless bright stars filled the mountain sky. Then, the sun rose again, and a new day slowly came. One day and one night were passed like this.

Meng Qi gently pressed Chu Tianfeng’s shoulder. Then she pinched some medicinal herbs she just took out, extracting their juices. The pale blue medicinal extract was lightly picked by her finger and fell on Chu Tianfeng’s wound. In an instant, the bitter pain seemed to fade away.

Chu Tianfeng’s mind gradually became clearer. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl standing very close to him. Her face was small, with fair cheeks without any powder applied. She was examining the wound on his shoulder intently, with full concentration, as if this was the only thing she ever cared.

When Qingfeng Valley was first established, the site selected as the sect’s location was exactly this cold pond located on the mountain’s peak.

Before Meng Qi approached, she already felt cold. Like fine needles, the cold aura seemed to penetrate into her bones. Meng Qi was thin, and she was just a Qi Condensation cultivator. This cold pond was the place where the sect leader and other elders came to cultivate. But even they would only come here at most once per month.

“I …” Chu Tianfeng was going to answer that he will pay.

Isn’t it just five hundred fifth-grade spirit stones? Fentian Palace’s Young Master never put that kind of vulgar things into his eyes. But he suddenly remembered that his storage space item had long been lost in the fight with the devil beast that wounded him. Now counting up from head to toe, he couldn’t even take out ten first-grade spirit stones.

“What?” Chu Tianfeng instantly stupefied.

Monetary…payment?!

This word was not only unfamiliar. For the young master from Fentian Palace, it was totally an unknown term. No one has ever talked to him about money, especially young women. He almost thought he had heard it wrong.

When Meng Qi died in her previous life, she had already successfully formed her golden core, and her medical skill was in the peak of the fifth grade. With the previous life experience, it was even easier for her to save Chu Tianfeng now.

But she was hesitant.

Meng Qi slightly turned her head. Her eyes fell on Lu Qingran’s pale face, who was still unconscious.

She understood entirely that she had been reborn. Senior sister Lu Qingran was really the darling of heaven, the harbinger of luck, the daughter of fate. No matter what happens, there will always be many kinds of powerful men who will appear just in time to save her.

On the Qingfeng Mountain, cloud and mist never faded. There was a simple and spacious hall at the peak of the mountain. Around one hundred cultivators dressed in blue robes stood in the hall, adding a bit of divine atmosphere to this otherwise empty space.

Meng Qi stood quietly behind the other cultivators. She was wearing the same blue robe as the others, and a dark blue belt circled her slender waist. Her long, black hair was bundled behind her head, clumsily held up by an old-fashioned hairpin. Her fair face was plain and bare without any makeup. Except for a touch of medicinal scent, there was no other fragrance on her body.