From the clues provided by the little paper figures returning one after another, Yu Fenji’s divine soul had hidden inside Dongwu City after the great battle. Originally, as long as he contacted any one of the Eight Great Sects, he would have been able to escape. Who would have thought that when Yu Fenji woke up, the Eight Great Sects had already left for three days, and he did not even catch up with the exhaust of their carriages.

His divine soul could only struggle to recuperate from his injuries, and it was not until a few days ago that he barely recovered. He then dared not linger any longer and left Dongwu City overnight. By coincidence, it was precisely the day the Old Ancestor had just awakened.

The little paper figure saw Yu Fenji heading north. Fortunately, it was also the same direction as the Spring of Vitality.

The Old Ancestor never waited more than a night to kill.

At noon that day, Shu Tiantian dawdled as she finished handling matters in Void Abyss. After bidding farewell to the Song family, the Void Abyss Old Ancestor also extorted a luxurious convoy from the City Lord of Dongwu City, and the grand procession set off mightily toward the north.

It was not only Ji Wushu who was looking for Yu Fenji; the Eight Great Sects were also looking for Yu Fenji.

The Eight Great Sects might not necessarily know the secret of the Upper Realm, but Yu Fenji’s soul lamp had not gone out.

This time, during the millennial calamity, all the people sent by the Three Saint Gate had died. If the Upper Realm became enraged, whether Ji Wushu would suffer was uncertain, but the Eight Great Sects who had fled would certainly not have a good ending. Therefore, rescuing Yu Fenji had already become the best way to atone for their crimes.

But now that Ji Wushu had destroyed the God-Slaying Array, everyone was in danger. Who dared to search openly for Yu Fenji? They only dared to send scouts along the way; once they found Yu Fenji, they would immediately rescue him.

At this moment in the mountain forest, Yu Fenji’s divine soul was shattered and could only barely maintain a human form. He was, after all, a Sword Saint, and he carried many magical treasures that concealed his aura. If he merely wanted to hide, it was actually not difficult.

Compared with the flustered and spineless behavior of the Eight Great Sects, Yu Fenji’s heart was not in chaos at this moment—the God-Slaying Array was not so easily shattered. Ji Wushu’s divine soul must have suffered severe damage; perhaps he had not even awakened yet.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Ji Wushu had already awakened and forced himself with a shattered divine soul to come looking for him, did Yu Fenji have no way to escape?

Thinking thus, Yu Fenji walked toward the distance.

He needed the treatment of a medical cultivator. However, within a hundred li of dense forest in Void Abyss, it was all miasma. He had searched for a long time. Just as Yu Fenji felt his soul body growing weaker and weaker, from afar, he saw a piece of white cloth, upon which were written two concise characters: Treat Illness.

As though seeing a water source in the desert, a surge of wild joy welled up in Yu Fenji’s translucent soul body.

“Heaven has not cut off my path. Ji Wushu, once I re-cultivate into human form this time, and cultivate my techniques again…”

At that time, Ji Wushu, who had forced himself to destroy the God-Slaying Array and suffered grievous damage to his divine soul, would he still be as arrogant as before?

His voice carried bone-piercing coldness. “I will surely avenge my elder brother!”

He staggered toward the direction of the white cloth.

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In Yu Fenji’s imagination, Ji Wushu’s condition ought to have been very bad. He had indeed suffered damage to his divine soul—but the little medical cultivator had pieced his divine soul back together. Although he was still far from complete recovery, it was already enough for him to kill the Sword Saint countless times over.

It was just that the damage to his divine soul had been too severe. Before the little paper figures found Yu Fenji’s whereabouts, he did not like to come out. He returned to his shattered body and slowly nurtured it.

In the eyes of the little medical cultivator, that naturally meant that the Old Ancestor was going to pursue and kill Yu Fenji along the way, appearing and disappearing like a divine dragon. She had no idea that the Old Ancestor had in fact turned back into a little broken dragon, lying flat like a salted fish in the carriage with her from beginning to end.

In the past, the dragon had been inferior about his true form being too ugly and burdensome. For three thousand years, he had only let his true form sleep, walking the world with his divine soul; he had rarely returned to his own body. He loathed his sickly, dying self too much.

If he returned, he had to seal off his five senses to barely lessen the pain.

But now everything was different. The deep-seated affliction had dispersed, and his true body was no longer entwined with deathly aura. Returning to his body, even though there was still illness and pain, for him it was no longer something very painful; it was completely bearable.

This was already the most relaxed and most comfortable moment in three thousand years.

Under the daily irrigation of the little medical cultivator’s rainbow praise, dragon scales had grown back again. The little broken dragon gradually changed from an ugly duckling into a white swan. Although the transformation was not yet complete, he had already found a bit of confidence.

Although he was still not good-looking enough, the little medical cultivator said she liked him; believing that given time, once that hole had completely grown back, the little broken dragon would become a great beauty, and carrying the little medical cultivator up to the heavens would not be a dream.

So he liked returning to his own body more and more—whether it was using his dragon tail to rub against the little medical cultivator, or using the dragon horns she liked most to attract her attention. With such little games, this dragon simply never grew tired of them.

Thus, in Shu Tiantian’s eyes, the dragon became more and more clingy to her.

Caretaker · Shu Tiantian did not find it troublesome at all. She wished she could bring the little broken dragon with her everywhere every day. Especially after the great hole in the little broken dragon gradually healed, and he no longer revealed that self-abased look just from merely turning over—she felt far more satisfied inside.

The luxurious convoy prepared by the Void Abyss Old Ancestor was entirely for the sake of Shu Tiantian, this fragile medical cultivator. Along the way, not only did they encounter no trouble at all, it was also extremely convenient.

So Shu Tiantian treated illnesses as she traveled, inquired about the Spring of Vitality as she went, and when idle, she petted the dragon and refined pills.

At this time, the black dragon could already freely change his size. He no longer needed to rely on external force and could gather spiritual energy by himself. The large hole in the dragon’s body had solidified considerably, and even the originally incomplete dragon scales had gradually grown out. It was clear that with a bit more nurturing, he would become a majestic, smooth, and radiant great beauty.

The largest hole in the little broken dragon was improving day by day. This sense of satisfaction from slowly repairing the little broken dragon with her own hands greatly increased Shu Tiantian’s enthusiasm for refining pills.

Although other earth-grade pills were still somewhat difficult, Shu Tiantian could already stably refine the Earth-Grade Great Creation Pill. She refined Great Creation Pills inside the carriage, striving to prepare all the medicine the little broken dragon would need for a long time to come.

But after hanging the “Treat Illness” sign on the convoy and traveling for two days without a single person coming forward, Shu Tiantian finally realized something was not quite right.

At first, she thought the display was too grand—

It was like this: back then, the Dongwu City Lord had tearfully presented a luxurious convoy. The interior space of the carriage rivaled a small sitting room, exotic beast fur carpeting the floor, utterly extravagant and indulgent. A glittering eighteen-tier treasure pagoda stood in the middle—once sunlight struck it, the entire luxurious carriage shone brilliantly… As for the more than one hundred evil cultivators outside, the lowest among them was at Great Perfection of Golden Core, and the highest at Late Nascent Soul.

Of course, that was not the most frightening part, since medical cultivators with grand displays were not unheard of.

The frightening part was that whenever Shu Tiantian settled somewhere to wait for patients to come, there would be a black dragon curled beside her. Although the dragon horns had been retracted at Shu Tiantian’s strong insistence, but… did a ferocious beast become less frightening just because it had no horns?

Shu Tiantian reflected for a moment and realized that whenever she appeared with the dragon, she looked exactly like a female demon of Void Abyss. No matter how approachable she looked, with a ferocious beast by her side, she could not explain herself even with a hundred mouths.

Especially when she tried to make the dragon rub against her to show harmlessness, the way people looked at her became even more solemn and reverent—they dared not approach.

On the third day, Shu Tiantian suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She took out a pink bow.

How could a ferocious beast possibly accept a pink bow?

Although the increasingly clingy giant dragon had fewer and fewer bottom lines, that still did not mean he could accept pink!

The black ferocious beast raised his body high, looking down at the little medical cultivator from above. He coiled around her, and with a casual sweep of his tail beside them, the ground split open.

Giant dragon: I am mighty. I will not submit. Understand?

How could the Dragon God’s bottom line retreat again and again?

The little medical cultivator looked up at him, then silently turned around.

At first the giant dragon did not understand her meaning. He only felt that the little medical cultivator’s slender waist seemed too delicate to grasp, and his tail stirred restlessly—until he saw the matching bow tied in place.

The little medical cultivator turned back with a smile and began coaxing him, saying that only people with very close relationships in the mortal world would wear or use the same things. The giant dragon narrowed his reddish-golden eyes, coiling his tail around Shu Tiantian, looking as though he wanted to see how she would make up her story.

Until the little medical cultivator chattered on about couple outfits, couple hair ties—how wearing them meant you belonged to me, and I belonged to you…

Dragon: …..

Little medical cultivator: waving the bow.

The mighty dragon who would not submit… lay down, shrank a little, and let her tie it on.

Facts proved that sometimes, things like bottom lines are extremely flexible.

Of course, the little black dragon was extremely disdainful of the pink bow. His entire being screamed capitalized displeasure, and his aura grew increasingly terrifying. In the end, the little medical cultivator had to say a whole basket of nice words, leaned in and gave the dragon horns several smacking kisses, before the bow-wearing little black dragon willingly lay in her hands and finally stopped making a fuss.

Once the bow was tied on, the ferocious beast’s intimidation dropped off a cliff. On the third day, Shu Tiantian finally caught several patients for treatment.

Shu Tiantian was practically moved to tears with joy. Ever since she had been associating with the Void Abyss Old Ancestor, although her medical skills were clearly superb, she often could not find patients. Watching her dream of hanging a pot to save the world grow ever more distant, she might very well only be able to hope that the Old Ancestor would capture people for her to treat in the future.

So Shu Tiantian was incomparably enthusiastic toward these patients. Unfortunately, their illnesses were largely the same.

Shu Tiantian had originally thought she could fully display her abilities, but instead, one after another came with miasma invading the body—one every three minutes—leaving Shu Tiantian extremely lonely.