Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

A group of elders stationed at Shangyao Sect waiting for them were extremely excited when they saw Wen Ren Yuan Jing.

Especially the elders and disciples of Lingyang Peak.

After Jiuru was seriously injured, Lingyang Peak's strength was greatly reduced. Fortunately, the leader and the elders did not give up on treating Jiuru.

Although there have always been fights between the major peaks in Shangyao Sect, the cohesion at this time is amazing, which also makes more disciples die devoted to Shangyao Sect.

The disciples of Shangyao Sect who were originally gathered near the mountain gate were temporarily suppressed by the joy at the end of the genius exchange meeting. They were all worried about the health of Elder Jiuru.

Ever since Jiuru was seriously injured, he has been staying in his yard and not coming out...

On Lingyang Peak, Feng Yang supported Jiuru and stood waiting at the entrance of the hall.

The wind blew the surrounding trees swaying constantly, and Feng Yang was a little worried about his master who looked not good at all.

"Master, why don't we go into the hall and wait?"

Jiuruo's hands under his robes couldn't help but tighten. Although there was not much expression on his face, there was a feeling of depression and discomfort in his heart.

He knew that his apprentice was caring about him, but he couldn't help but be affected by negative emotions.

Since he was seriously injured, many elders and disciples in the sect have protected him like a paper figure, but... he was also the Nascent Soul Lord!
Jiuru didn't regret what he did that day, but it was really painful.

The sect found many powerful alchemists in the world of immortality for him, but in the end they all came to nothing.

He knew that there must be a big price to pay behind this. Sometimes Jiuru even thought, forget it, he is half-dead, so why waste the sect's resources anymore? It is better to distribute these resources to those young people with potential. disciple.

So that those disciples can break through the Nascent Soul as soon as possible...

But after all, he still has a desire to survive and is unwilling to give up.

And just when he was extremely entangled, painful and desperate, he actually received a message from Le Feng, saying that they had found Wenren Yuanjing.

This news seemed to suddenly shine a ray of hope into Jiuru's dark world.

He desperately wanted to see Wenren Yuanjing, but even though he was now reduced to an old mortal with white hair, he still wanted to protect the remaining self-esteem in his heart.

Holding on to that face, he dragged his broken body and waited outside the palace.

His appearance made everyone waiting with him feel uncomfortable.

Feng Yang couldn't help but worry in his heart, if... even the Wenren Grandmaster couldn't do anything, what would his master do?
With uneasy hearts, they finally waited for Wenren Yuanjing and them.

When Wenren Yuan Jingchu saw Jiuru, he was slightly shocked.

Today's Jiuru has long lost the appearance of the Nascent Soul Lord, and looks like... there is not much life left...

Seeing such a scholar, Wenren Yuanjing couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's not like he is reaching the end of his life.

Facing the Nascent Soul Lord who was seriously injured in order to protect the Qingxuan Continent, Wenren Yuanjing put away the oppressive force around him.

Jiuru didn't see the look of pity and pity in Wenren Yuanjing's eyes, which made his nose feel a little sore.

The two are considered peers and have met several times in the past.

However, Wenren Yuanjing did not reminisce with Jiuru at this time. He knew that what Jiuru wanted most now was whether he could have hope of being cured.

As alchemists, they should treat every patient equally when treating them.

"Let's go." (End of this chapter)