Star Martial Soaring Cloud

At this point, both of them fell into deep thought.

Su Qinhe was planning to find the Immortal Epiphyllum as soon as possible, and once the teleportation portal opened, she would persuade Wang Xiao to leave the Demon Island with the Immortal Epiphyllum.

As long as he can reach the Dragon Gate Divine Realm before Lin Shisan, there is still room for maneuver.

What Wang Xiao was thinking was that Lin Shisan wouldn't let him go, and he wouldn't let him off either.

Is there any way to eliminate this major threat on the Demon Island?

He even secretly assessed that it would take gathering the strength of several people to eliminate Lin Shisan without harming him.

Putting themselves aside, Niu Ben, Su Qinhe, and Xiao He's group are definitely a force to be reckoned with on the Demon Island. With such a lineup, is there any chance they can kill Lin Shisan?

Of course, victory must be achieved without injury; if anyone is injured or killed, the debt of gratitude would be too heavy, which is not what he wants.

He carefully recalled every detail of his battle with Lin Shisan, silently calculating in his mind.

What if we add a monk with a knife to the mix?

This person is Miss Su's ally and has even tricked her once before, so including him isn't really a bad thing.

Inside the cave, all was silent for a moment, except for the faint glow of the glass lamp, which mingled with the pattering rain outside.

A moment later, Wang Xiao slowly raised his hand, took out two Epiphyllum flowers from the cellar, and handed them to Su Qinhe: "Miss Su, these are for you."

Su Qinhe looked down and was instantly stunned.

It's a fairy epiphyllum!

They were two mature Epiphyllum oxypetalum plants!

Of the three plants, Wang Xiao actually gave her two!

She looked at the Epiphyllum in Wang Xiao's hand, then looked up at Wang Xiao, her eyes instantly reddening, and tears welled up and slid down her cheeks.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long finally erupted, and her heart was filled with a surge of feelings—gratitude, self-blame, guilt… She herself couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling at that moment.

Since arriving on the island, she has been all alone, struggling to make ends meet, and has been in dire straits several times. She was later betrayed by her allies and almost perished on this demonic island.

All of this led her to believe that the so-called alliance was nothing more than an exchange of interests and was not reliable at all.

But Wang Xiao, in front of her, gave her immense peace of mind and reassurance through his actions, making her understand that people's hearts can be divided into good and evil, and that not all allies are merely opportunists and treacherous.

Once thoughts are unleashed, they spread uncontrollably like a tidal wave.

Su Qinhe looked at Wang Xiao, her self-blame growing stronger: If she hadn't told him so much about the Immortal Epiphyllum, hadn't said that she needed the Immortal Epiphyllum more than Yan Zixi, would he have been so eager to find it? Would they have avoided this undeserved disaster?

Women's imaginations can sometimes be so wonderful and so nonsensical.

Even though this matter had nothing to do with her, she insisted on taking all the blame upon herself, feeling guilty and her tears fell even harder.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was all her fault.

If it weren't for me, how could he have been injured like this?

"Miss Su? Miss Su?"

Seeing her standing there blankly, tears streaming down her face, Wang Xiao felt a surge of panic and called out to her twice, at a loss for what to do.

He had never seen a woman cry like this before, and he didn't know how to comfort her.

I wanted to reach out and wipe away her tears, but I felt it would be too abrupt; I wanted to say something, but I was afraid that saying too much would lead to something wrong.

In the end, he could only lie there dumbfounded, staring at her blankly.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Miss Su, I've always wanted to ask you, how exactly do we use this Immortal Epiphyllum flower to help us break through our cultivation levels and open our sea of ​​consciousness?"

By diverting her attention with questions about cultivation, Wang Xiao believed that for cultivators, there was no problem that could not be solved through discussions of cultivation; if there was, then another one would be raised.

Upon hearing Wang Xiao's question, Su Qinhe's turbulent emotions gradually subsided.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, sniffed, and said slowly with a slight sob in her voice, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure. The Immortal Ephemeral Flower is like the Bodhi Tree to the Buddha. The Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi Tree, and the Immortal Ephemeral Flower is the key for us cultivators to find the Dragon Gate."

She composed herself and continued, "We have now reached the pinnacle of our spiritual journey, and the Jianmu tree in our sea of ​​primordial energy has taken shape. The role of the Immortal Ephemeral Flower is to guide our Jianmu tree to the Dragon Gate. When the Jianmu tree encounters the Dragon Gate, it will transform into a dragon. Then, that divine dragon will rise along our spines and eventually settle at our brows, transforming into the Sea of ​​Consciousness. Once the Sea of ​​Consciousness opens and our divine consciousness is refined, we will truly step into the Divine Realm of the Dragon Gate."

Wang Xiao listened intently, nodded slightly, and then asked, "So, the Immortal Epiphyllum flower's function is so crucial. Can it be used for a long time, and can it be used by multiple people? For example, after we've used it, can we give it to other cultivators who need it?"

Su Qinhe nodded slightly: "That's right, the Immortal Epiphyllum can indeed be used by multiple people. But it ultimately doesn't have the long lifespan of the Bodhi Tree. After leaving the special world of Demon Island, it's difficult for it to survive for more than a hundred years."

"In addition, the Immortal Epiphyllum will continuously consume its own spiritual energy to help people break through their cultivation levels. The degree of consumption varies from plant to plant. Some Immortal Epiphyllum flowers are rich in spiritual energy and can help people break through their cultivation levels multiple times, while others can only help people once. The further it goes, the lower the probability that it can help people break through their cultivation levels, and the more scarce its spiritual energy will become. Only when the Immortal Epiphyllum flower withers completely will cultivators use it with other materials to refine pills that help cultivators break through their cultivation levels."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiao's gaze fell on the two Immortal Epiphyllum flowers, and his tone became more emotional: "Hearing Miss Su say this, the Immortal Epiphyllum flowers truly dedicate themselves to us cultivators, like silkworms spinning silk until death and candles burning until they are ash."

He paused, then looked at Su Qinhe, half-jokingly saying, "Now that you understand the situation and your doubts have been resolved, Miss Su, shouldn't you take a good rest? We all need you for the time being; if you collapse, it will be a real problem!"

Upon hearing this, Su Qinhe was slightly taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh.

Knowing that Wang Xiao was concerned about her, she stopped refusing, lay down, covered herself with a light blanket, and whispered, "Brother Wang, you should rest well too. Call me if you need anything."

"Alright, Miss Su, you can sleep soundly now."

Wang Xiao responded with a sound of agreement and then fell silent.

Su Qinhe closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep, her breathing even and long.

Wang Xiaojing gazed at Su Qinhe's sleeping face. Her eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and the fatigue on her face gradually dissipated in her sleep. Her long eyelashes drooped gently, casting a small, light shadow under her eyelids. She looked gentle and serene, and compared to her usual aloof and ethereal appearance, she had become more delicate.

As Wang Xiao looked at the screen, something suddenly occurred to her, and the smile on her face instantly froze.

He abruptly looked down at the blanket covering him, then at his upper body wrapped in layers of gauze—

and many more!

He was unconscious for two whole days. Who took care of him during those two days?

Who cleaned his wounds?

Who applied the medicine to him?

Who bandaged him up?

And who... took off his clothes?

Wang Xiao's face flushed bright red instantly, from her cheeks to her neck and then to her ears, turning as red as a ripe monkey's bottom.

His eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his mind blank except for one thought echoing wildly within him—

"Who changed my clothes?"

He looked at Su Qinhe, who was fast asleep, then looked down at the neatly bandaged bandages on his body. An image involuntarily surfaced in his mind—Su Qinhe sitting by the bed, her face flushed, biting her lip, her hands trembling as she removed his clothes one by one…

Her gaze slid from her chest, across her abdomen, and down her arms… She saw the scars covering her body, she saw herself…

"No way, no way, no way!"

Wang Xiao screamed wildly in his heart, his facial expressions were extremely colorful, turning red, white, green, and purple in an instant, even more unpredictable than a face-changing act.

"I...I was sexually assaulted by a saintess?!"

"Did she...did she see everything?!"

"It's all over, all over, my innocence... my innocence!"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

He instinctively gripped the blanket tightly, wrapping himself up close, his face showing utter despair.

"Oh well, what can we do now that we've already seen it?"

"But... they saw my whole body!"

"The point is, how could this kind of thing happen while I'm unconscious! Can't we wait until I'm awake to do this good thing?"