I courted death and then tried to escape, so the whole sect wants to get rid of me.

Cheng Yue also felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

How...

I couldn't help but detect a hint of jealousy in his voice?

Who is the second senior sister jealous of?

The idea was absurd, and she quickly dismissed it.

In the end, it was the Sixteenth Elder who carried Song Yao away, breaking the awkward situation: "Your master said you have a serious illness, come with me."

Song Yao: "..."

You are the one with a serious illness.

She was dragged into the Healing Pavilion like a salted fish. The Ninth Elder and He Yu rushed over and wailed outside the pavilion, "Sixteenth Elder, you must heal her! I only have two disciples! Neither of them can die!"

"Sixteenth Elder, please, I only have this one junior sister!!"

Song Yao was wailing inside: "What are you doing with those silver needles?!"

"Isn't this an inspection?!"

"Put the needle down!"

"I'm not investigating anymore!"

"Help! Murder!"

She twisted so nimbly that the Sixteenth Elder felt a sense of familiarity and had no choice but to use the immobilization talisman.

Before they could even use it, the curtain was lifted, and Zhu Zhao walked in unhurriedly: "I'll help."

The person on the tatami mat visibly quieted down.

The Sixteenth Elder raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Huh, Ninth Brother's new disciple is quite dependent on our Ah Zhao. She wasn't afraid at all as soon as you came in."

Song Yao: "?"

Which eye of yours saw that I'm very dependent on her?

He was clearly afraid that if he made too many movements, she would notice something was amiss.

Zhu Zhao gave a detached, emotionless twitch at the corner of his mouth and stood by the bed, like a great Buddha.

"Come on, don't move. I'll be quick. Just think of yourself as a dead pig."

"?"

The moment the slender silver needle pierced the top of her head, Song Yao reflexively raised her hand to grab to the side, trying to seek some psychological comfort.

As luck would have it, someone grabbed Zhu Zhao's sleeve.

If you had held onto Zhu Zhao like that in your past life, you would most likely have been punched away.

But now...

Zhu Zhao did not intend to kill her; instead, he grabbed her hand.

Song Yao: "..."

She seemed to suddenly realize the benefits of being reborn.

If Zhu Zhao knew that the hand he was holding belonged to his mortal enemy, his third junior sister, he would probably want to cut off her arm.

The more she thought about it, the more amusing it became. Suddenly, several silver needles pierced her forehead, causing her to writhe in pain once more: "Help! Help! Help!"

This time, neither of them could hold her down, so they had to use a talisman to immobilize her.

The procedure only begins after the acupuncture needles have been inserted.

The Sixteenth Elder pointed his finger, and warm spiritual energy surged out, completely enveloping Song Yao.

The pain gradually subsided, and my body felt as if it had been gently nourished, becoming clear and comfortable.

The moment drowsiness washed over him, the Sixteenth Elder stopped, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and his face turned extremely pale.

Song Yao sat up, her head covered in silver needles: "What's wrong?"

The Sixteenth Elder sighed deeply: "Let your master and senior brother come in."

Song Yao: "..."

It gives me the feeling of "seeing your family one last time".

Are there incurable diseases in the cultivation world?

For someone who has died once, these things don't really cause any ripples.

She smiled and said, "It's alright, I can listen by myself. Please go ahead and speak."

The sixteenth elder was somewhat surprised.

This girl was crying and screaming in pain just a moment ago, but now she's so calm.

He solemnly withdrew the silver needles, adjusted his sleeves, and glanced at Zhu Zhao.

Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, he continued, "Your body is fine, just a little weak and depleted, but I suspect... your soul is damaged and incomplete."

"A missing soul!?"

A scream rang out from outside, and the Ninth Elder slammed the door open and burst in. "How could a young girl be missing her soul! You quack doctor, have you made a mistake somewhere?"

The Sixteenth Elder's face darkened: "I've traveled a thousand miles to treat your disciple? Who are you calling a quack?"

"If you're not a quack, how could you diagnose such an absurd illness as a missing soul? Summon Shen Queshan and have him examine my disciple!"

Shen Queshan was the deputy head of the Disease Removal Pavilion and also Song Yao's senior brother.

He has always been extremely perceptive.

Song Yao was afraid to see him.

For a moment she panicked, but she forced herself to remain calm and interrupted, "Sixteenth Elder, what are the consequences of losing one's soul?"

"There will certainly be an impact."

The Sixteenth Elder glared at the Seventh Elder with annoyance before turning to her and saying, "Firstly, you are prone to drowsiness and palpitations. I mentioned before that you would feel dizzy as soon as you heard about studying, which must be related to this. Secondly, it will deplete your blessings and lifespan, and your lifespan will be shorter than others. If you cultivate properly, you should be able to prolong your life. Thirdly, you will lose your seven emotions and six desires."

He then reassured everyone, "However, everyone's situation is different, and these effects may not necessarily occur, so there's no need to be too nervous."

He Yu followed closely behind the Seventh Elder, anxiously asking, "How can we return to normal?"

The Sixteenth Elder shook his head: "The loss of the soul cannot be cured. If we can find where that soul was lost, perhaps there is still a way to restore it."

Song Yao lowered her head and thought for a while.

Where can the soul be lost?

Could it be that it was left in the underworld before it died in its previous life?

She didn't think for long before comforting the Seventh Elder and He Yu: "Master and Senior Brother, it's alright, as long as your lives aren't in danger."

The Seventh Elder shook his head with worry: "Although your life is not in danger, no amount of tonics can help your body. Being so weak all the time is not a solution."

No wonder those miraculous pills seemed to have little effect on her.

Anyone else would be as strong as an ox by now.

"fine."

Song Yao jumped off the soft couch. "I'll eat more, don't worry."

The Seventh Elder nodded: "That's all we can do for now. But the Hall Master might have a way to find your lost soul. Once he comes out of seclusion, Master can ask him again."

"Thank you, Master."

"Go ahead, you and your senior brother go back to Hundred Herbs Peak first. I'll catch up with Sixteen and come back later."

Stepping out of the Healing Pavilion, Song Yao weighed the sword in his arms, pondering where to sell it, before ruthlessly grabbing her collar and tossing her onto the black bird: "Come here."

All that could be heard was the whistling wind and He Yu's scream: "Second Senior Sister, where are you taking my Junior Sister?!"

-

This was Song Yao's second time entering Zhu Zhao's room.

Last time she came in, she led forty-nine pale-faced male prostitutes to Zhu Zhao's room.

When Zhu Zhao entered, the ground was filled with the quacking of ducks, and he immediately became so enraged that his fire-type spiritual root erupted.

She threw all the male prostitutes eight hundred miles away, and then chased Song Yao for ten days and ten nights while breathing fire.

Finally, a large sum of money was spent to set up a barrier, preventing male prostitutes and Song Yao from entering.

Now, revisiting this place, Song Yao is no longer the peerless master who was once her equal. She can only stand obediently in the dark corner and tentatively ask, "Second Senior Sister, is there something you need from me?"

The second senior sister stood nearby, dressed in a black undergarment, her black hair half-tied up, exuding an extremely oppressive aura: "Why did you lose your soul? Where did you lose your soul?"

Song Yao answered truthfully, "I don't know."

He paused, then continued making things up: "It was probably lost by those evil cultivators; they captured me before to refine pills."

Zhu Zhao stared at her, as if pondering the truthfulness of her words.

He took a half step back after a moment: "I understand, go back now."

Song Yao: "..."

Why did they drag her all the way to the main peak just to ask her this one question?

Completely baffled, she quickly went outside.

Behind him, Zhu Zhao's gaze suddenly turned cold, and a communication jade tablet in his hand shattered in response: "Bring all the evil cultivators that Xie Zhou previously besieged here. I want to interrogate them personally."

The disciple on the other end of the communication talisman was clearly startled by the tone and stammered, "But, but..."

"But what?"

"But after they were interrogated by the fourth senior brother that day, they all inexplicably...died suddenly."