In the cultivation world, all kinds of cultivation techniques and pill formulas are secret manuals that are not passed on to outsiders. The demonic cultivators in Void Abyss naturally cannot obtain orthodox inheritances like disciples of the great sects. Though Black Valley seems full of medical cultivators, in truth, very few can refine Qingxin Pill.

Medical cultivators capable of refining Profound-tier pills had long since been treated as honored guests by the three city lords—how could they possibly fall to living in this Black Valley?

Yet those who live in Void Abyss rely on Qingxin Pill for survival. If they want to stay alive, they have no choice but to work hard to earn spirit stones to buy it. Under such extreme scarcity, medical cultivators who could refine Profound-tier pills had become beings held in incomparable reverence by everyone in Void Abyss.

Thus, Shu Tiantian’s words were like a thunderclap exploding beside the mother and son’s ears.

Just this little medical cultivator at the Qi Refining stage—could she really refine pills? It was not that the Poison Lady looked down on her, but Shu Tiantian’s cultivation was too low, and she was too young. No matter how one looked at her, she did not resemble a powerful medical cultivator.

But Shu Tiantian smiled.

“You probably recognized me. Then you should remember that the day I arrived, I was wearing the robes of Tianji Sect, right? I have inner-sect inheritance, and I have successfully refined Qingxin Pill before. For one of the great sects of the world, Qingxin Pill is not a rare pill.”

Yes—something that was priced sky-high in Void Abyss truly was not much to the great sects outside. Otherwise, the mother and son would not have been able to entrust others to purchase it from outside.

Sure enough, the Poison Lady’s doubts lessened somewhat.

Shu Tiantian did not waste words and said directly, “I need to deliver a message into the city. I need the two of you to guide and escort me once. After it’s done, one Profound-tier Qingxin Pill.”

This was also why Shu Tiantian had approached the mother and son—she was certain they had channels to send messages out.

As her words fell, Shu Tiantian extended her slender fingers and placed a Qingxin Pill on the table. In truth, she was a little nervous; her fingers had already quietly pinched a Scarlet Flame Flower.

She was gambling.

The Poison Lady and the baby-faced youth instantly held their breath, their gazes burning as they looked at the Qingxin Pill, yet neither dared to make a move rashly.

The color, the pill fragrance—everything matched. It truly was a Profound-tier Qingxin Pill!

At last, the Poison Lady completely abandoned the thought of capturing Shu Tiantian and selling her for money. After pondering for a while, she said, “That is naturally possible. However, if miss refines pills in the future, could you give priority to…”

The corner of Shu Tiantian’s lips curved into a smile. “Naturally.”

Wherever a medical cultivator capable of refining pills went, they would be welcomed.

Shu Tiantian was Chixiao Immortal Lord’s youngest disciple; the pills in her possession were all top-quality goods. It would actually be difficult for her to find anything below the Profound tier. Not only that—although the Shu Tiantian of this life was a muddle-headed living bodhisattva, her talent in medicine was nothing short of genius.

Perhaps it was also because she had been a doctor in both lifetimes. She was not only proficient in saving lives but also possessed a pill-refining skill she could truly show off. If not for her rather poor judgment, she probably would have become a little rich woman long ago.

Right now, she only needed to send the message out, then hide in the flower fields until Chixiao Immortal Lord came to rescue her. During this waiting period, she could indeed refine pills in Void Abyss and sell them, earning a sum to ease her current destitute situation.

There was a saying—delay breeds change. Shu Tiantian did not hesitate further. After inquiring and learning that it would take only two quarters of an hour to walk to Ghost Domain City, she simply arranged to meet the mother and son at Medical Cultivator Valley in the afternoon and have the message sent out today.

The baby-faced youth had long known that this little furnace vessel had been captured by Yuan Jingzhi, a protector of Ghost Domain City. Under normal circumstances, he would not have dared to take such a job rashly—but the miasma within his body was already dense, so he could only agree.

The Poison Lady could not leave in the afternoon, so she merely sent the baby-faced youth to take Shu Tiantian. Though he looked young, he was already at the Golden Core stage. Taking along one Shu Tiantian was naturally no problem.

Before leaving, Shu Tiantian asked the Poison Lady and learned that the small thatched hut where she had first awakened had already been searched, and there was no trace of the little bell.

She felt a bit disappointed, but she also knew—the little bell was not anything precious. The Poison Lady had no reason to lie to her.

Shu Tiantian returned to the Scarlet Flame Flower Sea with perfect timing. Almost the very next moment, the flower inside the medicine box instantly went out.

Like everything that had been burned, the extinguished Scarlet Flame Flower left behind nothing but a patch of ashes.

Shu Tiantian returned to the temporary base, only to find that at some unknown time, the daisy on the dragon head had already fallen to the ground.

Shu Tiantian then remembered that she had bought three sticks of incense today. She lit them with a Scarlet Flame Flower and, very earnestly, inserted the three sticks before the dragon’s corpse.

In her previous life, Shu Tiantian had lived with her grandfather. She remembered that in her hometown there was a custom—after death, the soul fed on incense and candles. Seeing the dragon lying here alone, neither buried nor worshipped, Shu Tiantian, who had once wandered as a lonely ghost for eighteen years, felt a trace of shared sympathy, and followed the custom by offering it three sticks of incense.

Shu Tiantian sat cross-legged before the dragon’s head and solved her lunch with a single Bigu Pill.

Since the little bell was not in the thatched hut, it could only be with Yuan Jingzhi. Shu Tiantian certainly would not go to her death for the sake of the little bell, but Yuan Jingzhi was still in Ghost Domain City, always like a huge threat. Shu Tiantian had to leave Void Abyss as soon as possible.

In her heart, Shu Tiantian knew clearly that her capture this time was inseparable from Ling Ruoshui— the secret of the Yin body, Chixiao could not possibly have spread it. Then… through what channel had Yuan Jingzhi learned of it?

Ling Ruoshui had accompanied Shizun for three years. Every month Chixiao had to nurture Scarlet Flame Fire and send it back to the sect, and often needed to prepare unique pills for her. As a fellow medical cultivator, how could Ling Ruoshui not know?

With motive, helpers, and conditions, it seemed that the female lead of a tragic novel was not such a simple little white flower after all.

Shu Tiantian knew very clearly that when she returned this time, it would likely not be easy—

Especially when she thought of how, in the original work, the Shizun and Shixiong who had once doted on her had all turned against her, and that there might even be a plot of white moonlight turning into white rice grains, her heart felt stifled.

The original Shu Tiantian had indeed had feelings for Chixiao Immortal Lord, a pure admiration. Others treated her as their white moonlight; she treated him as her own father and was exceedingly filial—attending him morning and night, wearing colorful clothes to entertain her parent.

Chixiao had probably realized this blood-spitting matter, and so three years ago had roamed the four seas, avoiding being called “you, old sir” by the person he loved until he developed high blood pressure.

Shu Tiantian had long known the plot. Toward Holy-Mother Tian, she felt only pity in her heart, thinking—how could she be influenced by the plot and turn into a cudgel?

Her own consciousness, knowing the direction of the story, did not have any deep feelings toward Chixiao or the sect. It was just… Shu Tiantian watched with her own eyes as Holy-Mother Tian gave the sect countless pills for free, worked countless unpaid labors, and even subsidized them with many spirit stones.

Shu Tiantian’s heart ached for the money.

It could be said that Holy-Mother Tian became the group’s favored white moonlight half by smashing money into it, yet Ling Ruoshui had directly plucked the peaches.

This was purely snatching money!

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By the time they set off in the afternoon, Little Doctor Shu was still brooding over the accounts of these past years, calculating them resentfully, looking gloomy enough that the baby-faced youth glanced at her several times.

As usual, Shu Tiantian tucked a Scarlet Flame Flower into her robes. After all, she did not dare trust the baby-faced youth completely. Her greatest reliance was still the Scarlet Flame Flower—and once a Scarlet Flame Flower bloomed, it lasted four hours. Going to and from Ghost Domain City required one hour; she had to resolve the matter of delivering the message within three hours.

The baby-faced youth was indeed highly skilled in martial arts. Along the way, they arrived smoothly at the place where they would send the message—the Transfer Office.

However, they had just reached the entrance of the Transfer Office when they saw a man argue a few words with the evil cultivator guarding the gate. In the blink of an eye, blood splattered, and not even a sound was made.

The baby-faced youth pulled Shu Tiantian and cautiously moved to the very end of the queue.

The corpse was quickly dragged away. The people around seemed long accustomed to it.

Seeing that Shu Tiantian remained silent for a long time, the baby-faced youth explained coldly at her side—the three cities of Void Abyss all had Transfer Offices. This was the only place in Void Abyss that could communicate with the outside world, all guarded by the subordinates of the three city lords. Like the other auction houses and medicine shops in Void Abyss, they did not speak of reason, nor of fairness. Whoever caused trouble had only one path—death.

Thus, even though the baby-faced youth had once suffered a great loss at the Transfer Office, having a valuable Qingxin Dan swallowed up, he did not dare to seek anyone to settle accounts.

This was Void Abyss.

When Shu Tiantian saw that man killed, her fingers had turned icy cold. Only after hearing the baby-faced youth’s words did she finally come back to her senses. The wavering in her heart instantly became incomparably firm—

Compared to watching a horror film in Void Abyss, going back to Tianji Sect to act in a melodrama was practically fresh and light!

A weakling like her—seeking help from her sect and leaving Void Abyss was the best choice. So this time, the message must succeed!

Soon the queue had already advanced to just in front of her.

The guard said impatiently, “Take it off.”

The guard was referring to the veiled hat.

Shu Tiantian clenched her slightly damp palm. The lesson from before was still vivid, and the baby-faced youth was quietly reminding her as well, so Shu Tiantian obediently removed the veiled hat.

Before coming, Shu Tiantian had made some disguises. Once the veiled hat was removed, there was only a girl with simply tied messy hair, her face covered in freckles. Her skin had been darkened quite a bit. She did not look ugly, but half of her stunning beauty had been reduced. She looked dusty and grimy, just like someone who had just finished hauling bricks.

The guard looked her over, surprised for a moment at her cultivation level, but he recognized the baby-faced youth beside her. The baby-faced youth grinned and whispered a few words to him, and the guard easily let Shu Tiantian pass.

Shu Tiantian lowered her brows and obediently followed the baby-faced youth inside.

Though he had made an agreement with Shu Tiantian, the baby-faced youth seemed not the least bit worried that she would be unable to supply pills after writing a letter asking for help. Instead, he sneered idly, “Another one like you.”

Shu Tiantian looked up. It was a female cultivator in green robes. Her clothes were tattered, and she was on the verge of collapse. A sword hung at her waist—one glance and it was clear she was a righteous-path cultivator. She headed straight to the place for sending messages to find someone to write on her behalf.

Shu Tiantian overheard a bit.

This female cultivator had also unfortunately fallen into Void Abyss and was sending a message to her sect to ask for rescue. The surrounding demonic cultivators all began to mock her coldly.

The baby-faced youth also grinned and explained to Shu Tiantian—

In truth, there were no restrictions on entering or leaving Void Abyss, but the endless black mist brought miasma that would make people lose their way. Ferocious beasts affected by the miasma and the evil cultivators everywhere would greatly reduce one’s chances of survival.

So when ordinary cultivators entered, asking their sect for help was useless. Because for ordinary small sects or small clans, who would expend countless resources and hope—perhaps even risk a life—to save someone who might already be dead?

Though the baby-faced youth spoke with ridicule, a trace of gloom and hatred flashed through his eyes.

These words were said specifically for Shu Tiantian to hear. But beneath the veiled hat, Shu Tiantian was bursting with confidence, thinking, I’m the white moonlight, the white moonlight—do you even know what that means?

She paid no attention to the gloating baby-faced youth.

But that female cultivator did not have Shu Tiantian’s blind confidence. At this moment, she had been laughed at until her eyes reddened. She wanted to retort, but probably knew the rules here, so her lips trembled, and in the end she held back.

Only when she stood up did she knock over the papers on the table, drawing another round of scolding.

The papers drifted down at Shu Tiantian’s feet. She subconsciously bent down to help pick them up, but when her gaze touched the contents, all the blood in her body seemed to freeze.

Because it was a wanted notice distributed within the city, accidentally brought into the Transfer Office.

A simple portrait. Qi Refining stage. Female cultivator. Single wood spiritual root. Bone age not exceeding twenty. Below it was a seal—the signature of the City Lord of Ghost Domain City.

Yuan Jingzhi’s physical body had been killed, but if his primordial spirit had not dispersed, he would become a ghost cultivator—this was something Shu Tiantian had long expected. But Yuan Jingzhi, severely weakened, could not possibly trouble the city lord. That left only one possibility—

He had told the city lord all of Shu Tiantian’s special traits!

Shu Tiantian handed the wanted notice back to the female cultivator, outwardly calm but inwardly cursing, her mind racing—yet the very next moment, the sounds of people being arrested came from outside!