The Healer Demands Payment

“Okay.” Meng Qi immediately divided the spirit stones into five parts, one share each for Li Che, Xue Chengxuan, the two disciples from the Canglang Academy, and herself. “No, no need!” Li Che waved his hands, insisting he couldn’t accept them. His sect, the Canglang Academy, was not as wealthy as the other major medical […]

The natal weapons and swords floating in the air disappeared one by one. The cultivators, who had been fighting fiercely just moments ago, now stood on the grassland, panting heavily and looking around in confusion. Most of them who came from the same sects maintained a harmonious and respectful relationship prior to entering the Ten

Meng Qi looked back at the chaotic fighting, and as soon as Pei Mufeng stood up, she immediately said, “Pavilion Master Pei, my two friends are still in there. Could you please…” “Let’s go.” Pei Mufeng flicked his finger, and his natal sword paved the way in front of them. Already strong, his swordsmanship had

“This… what is this?” Yan Xuan leaned in to observe the few blades of grass in Meng Qi’s hand. The leaves were deep green, darker than ordinary grass, but still blending well with their surroundings. But now that he was aware of them, they stood out distinctly. “This is Drunken Dragon Grass,” Meng Qi said

“You don’t need to say much to them,” Yan Xuan said indifferently. “Then leave, Junior Brother Yan Xuan,” Senior Brother Shi looked at him coldly, “Don’t force us to take action.” As he spoke, he intentionally emphasized the word “us,” as if to warn Meng Qi and Sikong Xing, and also to remind others they

“My fellow Daoists,” Senior Brother Shi wasn’t finished, “In the past two years, Yan Xuan simply stopped returning to the sect, spending his days drifting in the markets, drunk and intoxicated. As for cultivation… heh, I think he’s long forgotten he’s a cultivator. Yet, such a person was still given a chance to enter Ten

Meng Qi nearly jumped up, “Your injury!” She reached out and grabbed Yan Xuan’s arm, “There might be a way now.” “Eh?” Only Sikong Xing looked bewildered, “Lotus? What lotus?”

Meng Qi slowly stood up, a few strands of hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, her blue robe soaked on the back: “Thank… thank you, senior.” Her voice trembled, and her mind was blank. She remembered talking to the voice about Yun Qingyan, but her mind was hazy, and she couldn’t recall what they

“Oh…” the voice deliberately elongated, “In short, a contractual companion? His cultivation must be much higher. Hmm… if you’ve slept together and dual cultivated, yet say it’s just a contract… why does that sound a bit scummy? Were you deceived?” Meng Qi’s face flushed with embarrassment. She hadn’t felt anything particularly amiss about her arrangement

With a thunderous noise, something erupted within Meng Qi. Her eyes, originally a clear amber color, now shimmered with a strange red light. It was as if something was burning and struggling within; threatening to tear her body apart from inside. Very painful! And very hot!