But when she came back from hunting at night, she found him lying on the bed, his face already pale and unconscious.
Su Lian quickly put down the pigeon in his hand and walked to the bed to see Rong Chi's condition.
Spiritual roots are the foundation for all immortal cultivators.
For ordinary people, having one spiritual root is already a stepping stone to cultivating immortality. Two spiritual roots are one of the best, and three spiritual roots are something that can be encountered but cannot be sought.
There are five types of spiritual roots: water, fire, electricity, ice, wind, and thunder. People with spiritual roots can use the power of heaven and earth to control the elements of nature.
The third spiritual root she possesses is the first one in so many years. However, in order to protect her, Fuyun hid her third spiritual root through secret techniques. She only said to the outside world that she was extremely talented with the dual spiritual roots of fire and thunder.
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And because she possesses the Three Spiritual Roots, she has reached the late stage of the Golden Core at a young age and is regarded as the latest generation genius of the Yunlan Sect.
So when she was about to be punished, some people actually came out to stop her. The reason was her top cultivation talent. But because the evidence of her collusion with the Demon Cult was conclusive, this was the biggest taboo among immortal cultivators and no one could break it.
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It would be fine if such a genius was loyal to the sect, but once there is collusion with the Demonic Cult, it means that there is a high probability that there will be a powerful opponent, and it is bound to be eradicated.
Silvery white Qi surged around Su Lian's body. Because she was healing her wounds, her face didn't look good, and she even sweated slightly because of the pain.
After a round of luck, her brows relaxed slightly.
"This is easy to use, but why does it still feel familiar?"
Su Lian looked down at the palm of his hand and said in surprise.
The little fluffy ball was shrinking next to her. Hearing this, he was frightened and said dryly:
"Yeah yeah."
Su Lian didn't notice anything strange about it, so he turned around and said:
"You should appear in this world as a real thing. I see that many immortal cultivators here have strange beasts. I think a little fox with some intelligence but not much will not attract other people's attention."
The little pom-pom immediately transformed into a snow-white fox, stretching out its paws lazily.
Just as the wooden door was pushed open, Rong Chi appeared in front of the door holding a few handfuls of herbs still stained with soil.
Seeing Su Lian looking over, he scratched his head, washed the herbs, ground them carefully, and handed them to her:
"Sister, try it. It may hurt a little, but the effect is very good, really."
He looked well-behaved, but out of the corner of his eye he glanced at Su Lian's wound, which had basically stopped bleeding, and was suddenly startled.
Su Lian felt guilty and covered herself up with the quilt.
Rong Chi's eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything.
Su Lian breathed a sigh of relief.
Although being an immortal cultivator is not a shameful status, she is now being kicked out of the master's sect. If asked, she really doesn't know how to explain it.
Su Lian took the herbal medicine, but did not apply it to the wound immediately. He just put it away and turned around and smiled:
"Thanks."
After all, this was a stranger's home, so Su Lian still had the most basic sense of caution.
But soon, she discovered that the young man in front of her seemed to be poorer and more unusual than she thought.
She had been bedridden because she was recuperating from her injuries. For several days in a row, she would go out late and come back early. She would go out at night and come back in the morning. She would bring back different prey every day, but her face and eyes looked tired.
In the meantime, she also gave Rong Chi a jade pendant and hairpin to pawn, treating it as her accommodation fee, which could also improve her food and conditions.
But Rong Chi always refused, saying that since he had hands and feet, food and clothing would be no problem, and she would only need a pair of chopsticks when she came.
The air was filled with the aroma of moist grass, and the sparrows flew low.
Su Lian was trying to do some simple rehabilitation in the yard as usual, but seeing that something seemed wrong about the sky, he hurriedly limped back to the hut.
When the door was closed, it was raining heavily outside. Large and small raindrops hit the window hard. Su Lian looked outside through the dilapidated window and saw a white mist instantly gathering outside.
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Su Lian said quickly. The young man in front of him looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. He carried her all the way down from such a high mountain and suffered a lot.
"Where is my sister's home? Once your injury is better, I will take you back."
He showed a kind and natural smile, with a sincere look on his face.
Su Lian opened her lips, but didn't know what to say.
Ever since she was picked up and brought back to the Yunlan Sect when she was seven years old, she has only had that home.
Before she was seven years old, her impression was not profound. It was as if she was born alone, wandering around the world, competing with wild dogs for food, and sleeping with weeds.
The master is her only relative, but now it seems that maybe that is not the case anymore.
Seeing that Su Lian didn't speak for a long time, a trace of apology appeared on the young man's face:
"I'm sorry for mentioning your sadness. I didn't mean to do it. You can stay here as long as you want. I live alone anyway."
"It's just...my place is a bit shabby, I just hope my sister doesn't mind it."
Rong Chi said a little shyly, as if he was really ashamed that he didn't have better conditions to entertain her.
Su Lian lowered her eyebrows gently. The young man in front of her didn't seem to be faking it.
Whether it was because he saved her or because he looked like an orphan, Su Lian couldn't help but relax her vigilance:
"I have no home, but I don't have any money with me. If you don't mind, I know some herbal medicine. After the injury is better, I can be a traveling doctor, so I won't delay you for too long."
Seeing the young man nodding in agreement, Su Lian breathed a sigh of relief.
She really had nowhere to go now, and if the young man in front of her insisted on driving her out, there was nothing she could do.
Rong Chi agreed and went out, saying he was going to find some herbs for her to stop the bleeding.
Only then did Su Lian have the opportunity to look at the wounds all over his body.
It was really hurt.
Su Lian frowned, and a silvery-white halo appeared in his palm.
Gritting his teeth, Su Lian swallowed the flame straight down. He was stabbed by thousands of needles and burned with pain and heat at the same time, as if he was being put on a grill.
This world is the world of immortal cultivators. Cultivation of immortals has become a trend. Almost every household wants to send their children to Yunlan Sect.
However, the conditions for cultivating immortals are extremely strict, and only one person from a thousand can be selected.
And the original owner is this one-in-a-thousand person, not only one-in-a-thousand, but also one-in-a-thousand.
The surrounding area can be said to be basically bare-bones, and even if there are a few pieces of furniture, they are extremely shabby and shabby.
Seeing that Su Lian was silent, the young man whispered again:
"Don't worry, I asked the aunt next door to help me with the clothes and gauze, so I'll just carry you back."
"That was not what I meant."
The reason why she was able to worship Fuyun, the master of Yunlan Sect, as soon as she came up the mountain was because she was gifted with the rare three spiritual roots.