The area here is very huge. Cheonyang Mountain is not a single peak, but a continuous mountain range.
Countless buildings have been built on each of the undulating peaks.
Every once in a while, Wanjianmen will select some people with spiritual talents from the cities under its jurisdiction and bring them into the sect.
These people will initially be placed in many camps in Tianyang Mountain and receive unified practice guidance.
And after they have cultivated spiritual energy and entered the innate realm, they will be sent to the Wanjian Sect to be registered.
In addition to this kind of people, the ones who are most often placed in Tianyang Mountain are the servants of Wanjian Sect.
Servants are needed to take care of the medicine garden, trim weeds, feed the spiritual beasts, assist the temples and peaks with chores, and sweep the courtyard. Servants are all needed.
Even some senior innate disciples will recruit servants to serve them in daily life.
At this moment, in a simple building in a servant camp somewhere.
Shen Song lay on the bed with a haggard face, clenching his teeth as if enduring severe pain.
A section of his body was missing, from the waist down, everything disappeared.
This was the result of an attack by a monster when he was assisting in the defense of the city.
His entire lower body was chopped into pieces by a tiger-like monster.
That is to say, he was too old, his flesh was too weak, and his energy and blood were thin. After the tiger monster took a bite, it had no interest in swallowing it and threw it away, allowing him to save his life.
With such injuries, an ordinary person would have died long ago.
After all, Shen Song was also a senior in the Xiantian realm. He used his spiritual power to seal the wounds and preserve his life, but he barely survived.
But people are also useless.
Moreover, there seemed to be some kind of toxin remaining in the wound, which prevented his wound from healing and slowly festered and rotted.
Shen Song had to endure severe pain every day.
"Grandpa, your medicine is ready."
At this time, Shen Lingjin walked into the room carrying a bowl of medicinal soup.
Her voice was a little hoarse, and there were three hideous scars on her originally beautiful and elegant face, as if they had been scratched open by some animal's claws.
On her right hand, her sleeves were empty.
"Lingjin, where did you find the herbs for me?" Shen Song endured the pain and asked.
"I asked Fang Wei, the steward of the servant camp, for this." Shen Lingjin lowered his head and said.
Shen Song frowned when he heard this and said: "It is no secret in this sect that our grandfather and grandson are hated by Meng Jiugong, so how can Manager Fang Wei be willing to give you herbal medicine? Tell me the truth, where did these herbal medicines come from?"
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Shen Lingjin knew that the matter could not be concealed, so he honestly explained: "It's not for nothing. I gave him the top-notch magic weapon long sword in exchange for some herbs."
When Shen Song heard this, he sighed: "You're confused! Lingjin, your limbs are now mutilated, and your vitality foundation has been damaged. If you had that top-notch magical weapon long sword in your hand, you could still barely exert your innate-level combat power. Now you can't even
The weapons have also been replaced, and I am afraid that even the servants in the camp will dare to bully you in the future."