Chapter 13 Master is indeed the son of luck

Her ancestor from the Medicine Sect could live a new life, but he couldn't afford to be thrown to death out of frustration.

Too many life-saving spells had habitually appeared in Shen Yuan's mind, but due to the limitation of her cultivation, she couldn't use any of them.

The girl in white stepped on a rock protruding from the side of the cliff, and the rock shattered.

With less than a breath of buffer, the two fell down again.

Shen Yuan once saw records about Qixing Mountain in the Qingyun Sect's library.

Because it is located at the junction of the Central and Southern Regions, in order to protect the mortals in the Southern Region from harm, Heavenly Dao does not have many vicious monsters in Qixing Mountain.

But not much doesn’t mean none.

Her arm holding the man was extremely sore. The man's head was resting on her shoulder, and the weak spiritual protection shield had already leaked.

The man's hair was blown to the side of her face by the wind, causing waves of itching.

The Ten Thousand Years Tengman had already reached its limit when it approached the lower half of the cliff.

Half an hour had passed since they fell. Shen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he lowered his head and saw the blue pool in the hazy mist.

God will not kill her.

The girl used her blood-stained hands to smooth away the man's hair that was messing with her cheek. Her eyes suddenly turned nasty when she fell on the cold, white and handsome face of the man who was sleeping.

She reached out and pinched Luo Beixiao's face gently, leaving a series of dark red claw marks.

Shen Yuan raised her eyebrows, and the next moment they both fell into the water.

The water in the pool was bone-chilling, and the cold air from all directions was entering Shen Yuan's body.

Shen Yuan was surprised to find that this was actually a cold pool with medicinal properties.

The girl subconsciously looked at Luo Beixiao, and sure enough she saw the man's eyebrows move.

Should she say that he is worthy of being the son of luck? God is helping him.

Shen Yuan thought that after getting off the cliff, it would take a lot of effort to find healing medicine for the man.

But if we have this cold pool, what kind of healing medicine is needed?

Wouldn't it be better to let her master soak in the water for a month, temporarily suppress the injury and return to the sect for treatment?
It took a lot of effort for Shen Yuan to drag the person up from the bottom of the pool. The girl was wet all over, and her snow-white fairy skirt clung to her body.

Due to excessive consumption of spiritual power, her Dantian was now tingling and tingling.

There was a big stone beside the cold pool. Shen Yuan put the man on it and lay down tiredly on the ground.

If the other party hadn't been submerged in the water and still needed her support, she wouldn't have dragged him up at all.

The most dignified swordsman in the world can't even bring out a life-saving magic weapon in a crisis, so what does it mean--

"Cough-cough-"

The man on the stone suddenly coughed twice.

Shen Yuan hummed softly and still lay still.

Luo Beixiao slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his little apprentice tilting his head and opening his eyes on the grass.

The man wanted to sit up, but when he moved, his whole body hurt as if ten thousand swords had penetrated his bones.

He took a breath and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Yuan."

"Master, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere else?"

Shen Yuan sat up with his hands on the grass.

Behind him, a few strands of the opponent's long hair, which was wet by the pool water, were hanging in front of him, complementing his snow-white clothes.

Luo Beixiao looked away imperceptibly and did not answer her.

He had been to Qixing Mountain during his training years earlier and knew that there was a cold pool under the cliff.

His little apprentice protected him safe and sound by himself...

Luo Beixiao used her consciousness again, but the storage ring still couldn't be opened.

He is really powerless now.

Shen Yuan had taken two rejuvenation pills before, but now her Dantian had stored some spiritual energy. Enduring the pain, she kneaded her hands to dry her clothes.

(End of this chapter)

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