The Jing Sha Pill could be called a secret treasure of the Buddhist sect. Perhaps Buddhist cultivators of the upper realms had at least heard of it; in the lower realms, however, many people had never even heard the name.

In the past, when Buddhist cultivators dispelled baleful energy for others, they only needed to dissolve a Jing Sha Pill in water and use a willow branch to apply it, and the baleful energy could be removed. Of course, that dated back to the time before the Jing Sha Pill was lost.

Thus, the baleful energy in this lower realm had at most only experienced that tiny, diluted bit of the Jing Sha Pill’s power. To be struck a few times by that willow branch already counted as being well-traveled and knowledgeable baleful energy.

But those several huge cauldrons of Shu Tiantian’s—she herself could not even count how many high-grade Profound-tier Jing Sha Pills were in them. That concentration, that level of Buddhist essence—if the willow branch was 1, then Shu Tiantian’s cauldrons were 1001, simply lethal-grade.

These baleful energy with little experience only saw, from afar, the dazzling Buddhist light on the karmic dragon that had slain countless beings. In an instant, they all screamed miserably and vanished completely without a trace.

The Nine Yin Profound Baleful Energy Formation in the sky was still turning. Although baleful energy continued to surge forward in endless waves, all of it vanished cleanly before that blinding Buddhist light.

After all, the Buddhist light had already grown so dazzling that the great evil cultivators within the Void Abyss thought some great Buddhist cultivator had manifested into the world.

Thus, Comrade Shu Tiantian, relying solely on herself, by smashing pills with inhuman extravagance, forcibly broke the ancient formation—the Nine Yin Profound Baleful Energy Formation.

No matter how profound one’s skill, one still fears a kitchen knife.

If one pill isn’t enough, then make it a hundred. After all, not just anyone can casually take out a lost secret Buddhist formula and then smash the opponent to death with pills.

The Dragon Bone Sword that began emitting Buddhist light just from being slightly touched by it: …..

In the end, it was its own shallow experience. It had never imagined that the Tianji Sect could be so generous as to send over such a little spy.

Like… don’t they think there’s anything wrong with this?

This time, there was no agony of baleful energy tearing through flesh, nor the surging killing intent forced out from within.

The giant dragon looked at the smug little medical cultivator standing before him, lowered his head, and rubbed her with his dragon horn.

Shu Tiantian was rubbed until her little dimples appeared. She was so pleased with herself that even the little tuft of hair on her head swayed like seaweed in the wind. That look, as if she could not wait to show off everywhere—she was unbearably cute.

So the black dragon pushed its advantage, changing from a loose, illusory embrace into an extremely unrestrained posture that nearly enclosed the little medical cultivator entirely, continuing to rub against her with narrowed, beautiful golden eyes.

Shu Tiantian only thought it was expressing affection. She reached out to stroke the bandaged dragon horn, soothing it verbally, telling it not to be afraid. But as she stroked, the proud little expression on her face suddenly froze—

So… how was the Buddhist light of the Jing Sha Pill, triggered by the baleful energy, supposed to be extinguished?

Looking at this dragon shining so brightly that her eyes ached, although it was very beautiful—very sacred, even she did not know why, but she felt a tiny bit guilty.

Forget it, forget it. If it shines, it shines.

Feeling guilty, Shu Tiantian patted the dragon, then took out several bottles of the Qingxin Xu Ming Pills she had just refined and placed them beside the dragon’s claw.

It was also thanks to these years of being squeezed dry at the Tianji Sect that Shu Tiantian had become an emotionless pill-refining machine. With the enhancement of the Medicine God Bell, others refined pills by the grain—she refined them by the vat. When she reached in, it was always a large handful.

She earnestly instructed, “Take three of these pills every half day. If you feel miasma entering your body or feel unwell, take one pill.”

But just as Shu Tiantian finished speaking, the communication talisman on her body lit up.

The black dragon narrowed its golden pupils slightly, staring at the communication talisman. Clearly, it very much disliked anything that drew the little medical cultivator’s attention away.

On the other side of the communicator, the baby-faced youth was in utter panic as he finally got through to Shu Tiantian.

Yes, the baby-faced youth had come to seek help from his golden thigh Jianghu to put out an emergency—after all, he was currently being seized by a group of Nascent Soul cultivators and forced to send a message to Shu Tiantian.

The matter had still been caused by Comrade Shu Tiantian’s Jing Sha Pills.

Just now, that field of Buddhist light shining everywhere stood out extremely in the Void Abyss, long known as the most vicious place under heaven, a purgatory of the mortal world, causing intense discomfort among the evil cultivators. In the middle of the night, while they had been sleeping perfectly well, they were startled by the Buddhist light and retreated thirty li in fright. The already sparsely populated center of the Void Abyss was abruptly cleared out in a wide stretch.

After all, the friends of the Void Abyss—who among them did not carry some baleful or yin energy on their bodies? This kind of disturbance to the public greatly displeased the evil cultivators of the Void Abyss, yet no one dared to approach.

Under such circumstances, those who could be drawn by the Buddhist light were, of course, people who wanted to be delivered.

Were there people in the Void Abyss who wanted to be delivered? The baby-faced youth would certainly have shaken his head in the past. It was not until the Buddhist light shone everywhere and he was hauled to the outside of the Scarlet Flame Flower Field that he realized—there really were.

Song Shao, the young master of the Song Clan Auction House of the Void Abyss, was a renowned figure there.

The Song family was a famous evil cultivator clan throughout the entire cultivation world. What they were most famous for was the Song Clan Auction House. From Heaven-tier pills above to crooked poisons below, there was nothing others knew of that the Song Clan Auction House could not auction.

In summary: rich. Extremely rich. The kind whose spirit stones could pile up into mountains.

Yet Song Shao, as the young master of the auction house, had a severe problem that even spirit stones could not solve.

Song Shao had been born at an inauspicious hour. From childhood, his body had been weak and heavy with yin energy. If not for his family’s wealth, sustaining his life with all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, he would likely have long ago been possessed by a fierce ghost and died an untimely death.

Even though the Song family searched everywhere for Buddhist secret treasures to prolong his life, by the time he reached two hundred years of age, his yang lifespan was nearly exhausted. Yin-sha¹Yin-sha (阴煞) is a compound term in Chinese cultivation / Daoist metaphysical context that combines two harmful forces: 阴 (yīn) → cold, dark, death-associated, ghost-aligned energy / 煞 (shā) → violent, baleful, killing, destructive energy energy surrounded him, and he looked as if he could stop breathing at any moment.

So one could imagine, when that extremely annoying, highly disruptive Buddhist light lit up in the Void Abyss, the light that countless evil cultivators avoided like the plague was, to the Song family, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Just by approaching that light—without even getting any closer, merely watching from afar—Song Shao, who had originally been at his last breath, saw his condition ease considerably. At least at first he could barely breathe; now he could slowly sit upright.

However, the Scarlet Flame Flower Field lay between them. They could only gaze helplessly from afar.

The young master’s subordinates suddenly had a flash of inspiration and recalled the rumor spreading wildly in Black Valley of the Void Abyss—that the Ghost-Faced medical cultivator was said to be living within the Scarlet Flame Flower Field.

Thus the unlucky baby-faced youth was dragged to the sedan chair of Young Master Song.

Song Shao’s complexion was dark greenish-black. When he spoke to the baby-faced youth, he only lifted the curtain slightly. The dense aura of death nearly made the baby-faced youth retreat three paces.

So without even needing words, the baby-faced youth knew what Song Shao had come for—to find someone to chant scriptures and deliver the yin energy from his body. He quickly sent a message to Shu Tiantian.

Ever since forming a connection with the golden thigh, the baby-faced youth and his mother were, of course, unwilling to give up such an opportunity to be on good terms with Shu Tiantian. They enthusiastically began promoting her everywhere.

Fortunately, the baby-faced youth’s return from the brink of death had caused quite a stir, and the reputation of the Ghost-Faced medical cultivator spread smoothly.

It was just that no one believed anyone could solve miasma poison. Everyone guessed that the Ghost-Faced medical cultivator had refined him alive into a zombie body. It was said that the corpse-refining method was extremely vicious—draining a living person of blood before refining them into a zombie—but it did indeed cure all illnesses.

Otherwise, how could someone possibly save a person doomed to die from miasma entering the body?

Poor baby-faced youth boasted everywhere, never knowing that everyone thought he was a zombie, only remarking that this zombie had a rosy complexion—presumably the corpse-refiner’s painting skills were quite good.

So after so many days, the baby-faced youth had not managed to squat and wait for even a single patient. Finally someone came looking for him, and it was to ask them to help pass on a message to find a Buddhist cultivator.

The baby-faced youth chattered on, explaining the whole sequence of events.

After listening, Shu Tiantian cast a strange gaze toward the giant dragon shining with Buddhist light.

This so-called Buddhist cultivator’s light—could it possibly be her dragon?

She heard that the young master of the Song family was gravely ill, with yin evil entering the body, about to stop breathing, urgently needing a great monk to chant scriptures and deliver him. Shu Tiantian had no way of producing a Buddhist cultivator out of thin air.

But while she could not produce a Buddhist cultivator, she felt she should be able to treat the illness.

Shu Tiantian asked for the name of the young master of the Song family and froze for a moment.

Wait, wasn’t that the future number one tycoon of the Void Abyss, the wealthy magnate of the cultivation world—the male lead’s second rival…’s elder brother?

Ling Ruoshui’s family was related by marriage to the Song family. The Song family had two young masters who were her cousins: the eldest cousin Song Shao, and the second male lead was the second cousin Song Ting.

Though they were both cousins, unfortunately the eldest cousin did not appear for long before he stopped breathing. Shu Tiantian seriously suspected that the reason her cousin stopped breathing was because he did not like the female lead.

Afterward, the Song Clan Auction House was handed over to the second cousin, who was wholeheartedly in love with Ling Ruoshui, to manage. The auction house practically became Ling Ruoshui’s private property.

So this eldest cousin, who died young, was just like Shu Tiantian—pure cannon fodder.

The key point was that he was foolish and rich—come quickly. He controlled the entire Song family auction house, gathering all the spiritual medicines and treasures of the cultivation world. Before he stopped breathing, he had plenty of spirit stones, and spiritual herbs beyond count!

Originally Shu Tiantian only felt a slight pang of conscience, but she immediately sat upright, feeling her conscience begin to ache intensely. This sucker—no, if this illness were not treated, she would feel far too guilty!

He wanted a Buddhist cultivator? For the sake of spirit stones, Shu Tiantian felt she could temporarily switch professions.

She did not notice at all that every bit of her behavior had been fully observed by the karmic dragon. While she muttered to herself about this being a major client, the dragon’s divine sense swept out and locked onto the large group already waiting outside the Scarlet Flame Flower Field. Although it did nothing, the Dragon Bone Sword trembled inexplicably.

Shu Tiantian asked the baby-faced youth to properly describe the illness. After listening, her gaze fell on the large pot of Jing Sha Pill she had originally brewed for Longlong.

Mm. It was almost used up.

Better refine another batch. Today her spiritual power seemed to be exhausted…

So Shu Tiantian found a bottle and scraped, scraped, scraped—filling it with the leftover bits from the pot. Once again, it was crystal clear, a full bottle!

Dragon Bone Sword: ???

Wasn’t this supposed to be a [very important] major client?

Look at the several huge cauldrons brewed for the karmic dragon. Look at this small bottle for the sucker.

This was way too double-standard.

You medical cultivators save the world with your hanging gourd, why is this gourd tilted?

The dragon truly did not get angry. It even narrowed its eyes and, utterly bored, began to close them to rest.

Even when the little spy cheerfully greeted the black dragon, not caring whether the dragon heard or not, then slung her small medicine box over her back and left, the karmic dragon remained calm, its eyelids not moving at all, quite bearing the demeanor of a dragon god.

But… well.

The dragon god’s pressure was gone. The air was fresh. The divine sense was no longer sweeping.

The wind was gentle, the sun bright, the sky clear.

Dragon Bone Sword: …..

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By coincidence, Shu Tiantian had not expected that this major client’s illness was actually also related to the Nine Yin Profound Baleful Energy Formation.

Although the Profound Killing Formation was aimed only at Longlong, the formation gathered baleful energy, causing the baleful energy of the Void Abyss to surge. Ordinary people would be fine, but Song Shao was not.

Footnotes

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  Yin-sha (阴煞) is a compound term in Chinese cultivation / Daoist metaphysical context that combines two harmful forces: 阴 (yīn) → cold, dark, death-associated, ghost-aligned energy / 煞 (shā) → violent, baleful, killing, destructive energy