Song Shao’s illness was somewhat similar to Shu Tiantian’s. Both had been born at extremely yin-heavy hours. Only, aside from the trouble of her Heavenly Yin constitution, Shu Tiantian was still lively and energetic.

But Song Shao was miserable. He had been bedridden since childhood. If his family had not been evil cultivators, he would likely have long ago been possessed by a fierce ghost.

Originally, simply nurturing his condition would not have been a major problem. But when he was young, someone had poisoned him, and so year by year, his illness worsened.

Under the dense baleful energy of the Nine Yin Profound Baleful Energy Formation, was Song Shao not naturally about to die?

When Shu Tiantian went to meet him, she put on a black cloak and black veiled hat, yet could not hide the Buddhist light she had accidentally brushed onto herself. Her whole person was black shot through with gold.

When she calmly used a lightness technique to leave the Scarlet Flame Flower Field, she saw the rumored sickly Young Master Song.

This frail eldest cousin had handsome features, but his whole person was like a paper figure—truly far too thin. Around him followed a group of cultivators who did not look easy to deal with.

When they saw her approaching in black clothing, everyone showed slight surprise on their faces.

The shock was only natural. Who could have imagined that the legendary Ghost-Faced medical cultivator was not only a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but also a short person only about 1.6 meters tall? After all, the title “Ghost-Faced medical cultivator” sounded like some ill-tempered male evil cultivator, yet this short person was not even as tall as anyone here.

Still, appearances could be deceiving. What if this short medical cultivator was truly formidable?

When the baby-faced youth saw Shu Tiantian arrive, he immediately hurried over attentively.

Although Song Shao was surprised that this Ghost-Faced medical cultivator’s cultivation level was so low, it ultimately had nothing to do with them. So he coughed lightly and, with great politeness, explained his purpose and asked, “Do you know where that Buddhist cultivator is? If possible, could you introduce him to us?”

Who would have expected the short black-clad figure to pause, then say, “It’s me.”

Song Shao: ?

Everyone else: ?

The baby-faced youth was also completely stunned: Aren’t you a medical cultivator from the Tianji Sect?

The short medical cultivator smiled faintly, stepped a little closer, and pointed to herself, indicating that they should take another look.

One look was all it took to startle them.

Having refined Jing Sha Pills all day long, Shu Tiantian had been steeped in Jing Sha broth from head to toe. At first glance she looked plain and unremarkable, but in truth, she had already been thoroughly marinated.

She simply stood there, her face indistinct, yet her entire body carried an indescribable fragrance, somewhat like the finest Brahman incense used for offerings.

Upon smelling that Brahman incense, everyone felt as if they were standing inside the grand hall of the Great Compassion Temple, bathed in chanting, listening to the steady knock of wooden fish drums…

In truth, this was merely a byproduct derived from the pills. The pill fragrance of Heaven-tier pills could make low-level cultivators break through on the spot. Although Shu Tiantian’s pills were not of such high grade, after brewing those several huge cauldrons, the pill fragrance clinging to her was already enough to make this group of evil cultivators hallucinate.

When Song Shao regained his senses, he realized he was not inside a Buddhist hall, but still outside the flower field. Strangely, the feeling of being inside that hall had not faded. Not only had he recovered some vitality, even the heavy yin energy around his body seemed to have thinned slightly.

The others also snapped awake as if from a dream, exchanging looks.

After the brief shock, Song Shao hurriedly cupped his hands toward her. The attendants at his side were quick-witted and immediately apologized. After respectfully expressing their apologies, they explained their purpose.

They had come to find a Buddhist cultivator to chant scriptures for Song Shao to dispel the yin-sha energy. The baleful energy on Song Shao’s body was simply too dense—even the monks of Puji Temple could do nothing. At this rate, he would soon die, so the Song family had come desperately seeking help.

Shu Tiantian, temporarily wearing the skin of a Buddhist cultivator, of course could not chant scriptures. So she sincerely voiced a question from the depths of her soul:

“Must it be chanting scriptures? Would curing you not work?”

“Of course, if you insist on me chanting, that’s not impossible…”

“You’ll have to pay more.”

There was common knowledge in the cultivation world: the most effective way to dispel baleful energy was to find a Buddhist cultivator to chant scriptures, or to obtain some heavenly material or earthly treasure that could suppress it. There was simply no method for a complete cure. Strictly speaking, this was not even an illness—it was merely a yin-leaning constitution that easily attracted yin-sha.

At first, they had thought that if this Buddhist cultivator could temporarily suppress Song Shao’s condition, that alone would be enough to delight them. But now, she was saying she could cure him outright?

Song Shao’s pupils contracted. “You can actually cure me?”

The black-clad figure only smiled without speaking, merely signaling him to raise his hand. Calm and composed, she took his pulse.

Song Shao was extremely nervous. The other members of the Song family including the baby-faced youth held their breath.

When they saw her approaching in black clothing, everyone showed slight surprise on their faces.

The shock was only natural. Who could have imagined that the legendary Ghost-Faced medical cultivator was not only a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but also a short person only about 1.6 meters tall? After all, the title “Ghost-Faced medical cultivator” sounded like some ill-tempered male evil cultivator, yet this short person was not even as tall as anyone here.

Still, appearances could be deceiving. What if this short medical cultivator was truly formidable?

When the baby-faced youth saw Shu Tiantian arrive, he immediately hurried over attentively.

Although Song Shao was surprised that this Ghost-Faced medical cultivator’s cultivation level was so low, it ultimately had nothing to do with them. So he coughed lightly and, with great politeness, explained his purpose and asked,

“Do you know where that Buddhist cultivator is? If possible, could you introduce him to us?”

Who would have expected the short black-clad figure to pause, then say, “It’s me.”

Song Shao: ?

Everyone else: ?

The baby-faced youth was also completely stunned: Aren’t you a medical cultivator from the Tianji Sect?

The short medical cultivator smiled faintly, stepped a little closer, and pointed to herself, indicating that they should take another look.

One look was all it took to startle them.

Having refined Purifying Sha Pills all day long, Shu Tiantian had been steeped in Purifying Sha broth from head to toe. At first glance she looked plain and unremarkable, but in truth, she had already been thoroughly marinated.

She simply stood there, her face indistinct, yet her entire body carried an indescribable fragrance, somewhat like the finest Brahman incense used for offerings.

Upon smelling that Brahman incense, everyone felt as if they were standing inside the grand hall of the Great Compassion Temple, bathed in chanting, listening to the steady knock of wooden fish drums…

In truth, this was merely a byproduct derived from the pills. The pill fragrance of Heaven-tier pills could make low-level cultivators break through on the spot. Although Shu Tiantian’s pills were not of such high grade, after brewing those several huge cauldrons, the pill fragrance clinging to her was already enough to make this group of evil cultivators hallucinate.

When Song Shao regained his senses, he realized he was not inside a Buddhist hall, but still outside the flower field. Strangely, the feeling of being inside that hall had not faded. Not only had he recovered some vitality, even the heavy yin energy around his body seemed to have thinned slightly.

The others also snapped awake as if from a dream, exchanging looks.

After the brief shock, Song Shao hurriedly cupped his hands toward her. The attendants at his side were quick-witted and immediately apologized. After respectfully expressing their apologies, they explained their purpose.

They had come to find a Buddhist cultivator to chant scriptures for Song Shao to dispel the yin-sha energy. The sha energy on Song Shao’s body was simply too dense—even the monks of Puji Temple could do nothing. At this rate, he would soon die, so the Song family had come desperately seeking help.

Shu Tiantian, temporarily wearing the skin of a Buddhist cultivator, of course could not chant scriptures. So she sincerely voiced a question from the depths of her soul:

“Must it be chanting scriptures? Would curing you not work?”

“Of course, if you insist on me chanting, that’s not impossible…”

“You’ll have to pay more.”

There was common knowledge in the cultivation world: the most effective way to dispel sha was to find a Buddhist cultivator to chant scriptures, or to obtain some heavenly material or earthly treasure that could suppress it. There was simply no method for a complete cure. Strictly speaking, this was not even an illness—it was merely a yin-leaning constitution that easily attracted yin-sha.

At first, they had thought that if this Buddhist cultivator could temporarily suppress Song Shao’s condition, that alone would be enough to delight them. But now, she was saying she could cure him outright?

Song Shao’s pupils contracted. “You can actually cure me?”

The black-clad figure only smiled without speaking, merely signaling him to raise his hand. Calm and composed, she took his pulse.

Song Shao was extremely nervous. The other members of the Song family—including the baby-faced youth—held their breath.

This deeply concealed Buddhist cultivator, since she proposed it with such confidence, must surely possess some exclusive Buddhist method.

But considering that this Buddhist cultivator also seemed capable of refining corpses, could it be that next would come bloodletting and tendon extraction—refining him into a human corpse?

After imagining countless possibilities, in the end, the unfathomable Buddhist cultivator merely took his pulse and skillfully wrote out a prescription. Not only was it plain and unadorned, the entire process took about five minutes.

By the time they received a bottle of Jing Sha Pills, handed over three thousand spirit stones, and were dismissed, everyone still felt as though they were dreaming.

Wasn’t she supposed to be a vicious corpse-refiner? Wasn’t she a Buddhist cultivator? At the very least, shouldn’t there have been some willow branch waving to dispel baleful energy, chanting a few lines of scripture for show?

But reality was this simple and crude. Little Doctor Shu perfunctorily dismissed the patient. Of course, when collecting payment, she was all smiles.

Song Shao still felt as though he were dreaming.

Five thousand spirit stones—Song Shao was wealthy and did not care about such a small sum. But somehow, the more he looked, the more it resembled a scam.

Especially that bottle of medicinal liquid. Its appearance was truly… indescribable. It looked sticky and suspicious, like something that would send one straight to the Western Heaven in a single gulp.

With a very subtle expression, Song Shao twisted open the cap and took a cautious sniff. Just as the scent reached him, his mind—previously muddled by entangling baleful energy—instantly regained a bit of clarity.

Jing Sha Pills—no, it should be Jing Sha Broth—was practically a sacred weapon for dispelling baleful energy. Even a small bottle like this, even mere scraps, in the temples of the past could be dissolved into a vat of water and applied with a willow branch to bless many people. It was something with a price but no market.

Song Shao was the young master of an auction house. Even if he were on the verge of death, his eye for value remained.

His initial suspicions vanished after he carefully examined the liquid in the small bottle. He quickly realized this was not some ordinary mind-clearing, perfunctory pill meant to fool people.

Even though Song Shao himself was not a medical cultivator, he discovered that as long as this unremarkable-looking paste was opened, the heavy yin-sha energy that had accumulated on him for years lightened considerably.

But the frail young master still fell into confusion. Mainly because this casually packaged paste—if it truly could solve what so many medical cultivators in the Void Abyss could not, restoring his health—then the two hundred years of suffering, the desperate searching, the countless spirit stones spent…

Could all of that truly be resolved by this single bottle of paste?

Wasn’t that far too casual??

At this moment, the frail young master’s mood was extremely complicated. He even began to question life itself.

Meanwhile, Comrade Shu Tiantian, who had caused countless people confusion, opened the letter that the baby-faced youth had just brought her.

It was indeed from the Tianji Sect. Yet when she opened it, not a single word appeared. She even tried heating it with the flame of a Scarlet Flame Flower, but no characters emerged.

Perplexed, she touched her brow slightly, only feeling as though something swiftly darted into her mind. When she tried to probe it, there was nothing to be found.

Not taking her back, yet sending such a blank letter—what exactly was the meaning?

Since she could not figure it out, she set it aside for now.

On her way back, Shu Tiantian noticed that a bright moon had risen in the sky.

It was a full moon night?

She watched as the moon was stained blood-red by the Nine Yin Profound Baleful Energy Formation at the horizon, looking extremely ominous.

Just moments ago she had felt her spiritual energy depleted, thinking she had no strength left to refine pills. Now she immediately decided to run back and continue refining.

This formation, which already looked vicious, seemed strange tonight—more sinister than when she had first seen it.

What if Longlong were injured by baleful energy again? She had only just finished cleaning his wounds!

No, how could three large cauldrons of Jing Sha Pills be enough? She would refine ten cauldrons!