Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 311 Why Worry About Life and Death

After she said this, these people finally understood what she meant. Even though they felt uncomfortable, they also had a complex feeling that was hard to accept.

Their junior sister who is the Medical Immortal... is so scary.

Just to prove his strength, he stabbed his fellow disciple through with a knife? Blood splattered on the spot! How can such a person be a medical practitioner? He must be a knife and sword player!

Ji Chengren recovered his strength. Not only did he not feel any discomfort, he even felt a little relaxed. He moved his shoulders, shook his head, and finally quietly met the cold gaze of his junior sister.

"Junior sister, we already know your medical skills and strength. You don't have to do this."

Jiang Su sneered, "Haha, if I don't do this, will you let me stay?"

The answer is, no.

They had never intended to let Jiang Su stay here. This was the intention of the sect elders and also the intention of their group of senior brothers.

But now, they truly realized how amazing Jiang Su's medical skills are. Her behavior, style and words broke their stereotypes about medical practitioners.

Such brutal, swift, decisive and resolute actions, this is how killing and fighting should be done!
With this medical skill, maybe she can still put their heads back on even if they fall off?

Ji Chengren heard the secret messages from his fellow disciples, and made random circles with his hands in front of his chest, and said carefully, "Junior sister, let me ask you something. If our heads fall to the ground, or our waists are suddenly cut in two, can you save us?"

Hearing this, Jiang Su looked calm and said calmly, "If you can take the pills, take the pills. If you can't, then just dip the silver needle in the pills and thread some thread through it. Then you can mend it for another year."

It's so easy.

Ji Chengren took a deep breath and shouted loudly in the secret voice transmission, "Look at this arrogant tone!"

He calmed down his emotions, and again tried to figure out his words, tentatively speaking, "What if the sea of ​​consciousness is injured? Can it be saved?"

There are two kinds of death of a monk: one is the death of the body, the other is the death of the soul.

If the body is gone, the remaining soul will be useless to the world, and can only rely on opportunities to cultivate and transform into a ghost cultivator. If the soul is gone, the body is just an empty shell.

Jiang Su's mouth corners suddenly slightly raised, his attitude was neither cold nor warm, "I once restored a broken sea of ​​consciousness for a person in the lower realm. At that time, he was almost stupid, with only a few pieces of consciousness as thin as sand and dust still connected. Now... he is a disciple of the Master of Literature in the Middle Earth. He should be fighting with the number one swordsman Murong Xue these days."

"Oh, right? I remember that the disciples of the Civil Saint and the Martial Saint cannot leave the Central Plains. They should not be involved in the affairs between the Immortal Sects this time, right?"

Ji Chengren thought about the second half of her words first, and nodded affirmatively, "Indeed, the disciples of the literary saints and martial saints never get involved in such things. Their Tao hearts have been tested by inheritance. They are one in a million, so naturally they will not be tempted by this."

The next moment, he realized what Jiang Su said in the first sentence. He immediately widened his eyes in shock, and his mouth seemed to want to swallow a fist, "Ah?!"

The same was true for several other monks.

Shi Qiuxian lowered her eyes slightly at some point, and her eyes dimmed a little.

"Junior sister, are you kidding?"

"Junior sister, do you really have this kind of magical power??!"

"The lower world... you can heal the sea of ​​consciousness when you are not yet an immortal?!"

Jiang Su took it for granted, clasped his hands around his chest, nodded slightly, and glanced at them with contempt, "Is this difficult?"

"I am the best doctor in this century. Shouldn't I be able to treat diseases of the soul and sea of ​​consciousness?"

"..."

The crowd was speechless.

Yes, although she is only in her twenties, she is already the best in this field. The best... the best! What a talent! If we compare our talents with hers, we can't even touch her toes even if we look up!

It's not like they haven't been to the World Sect Competition before, so they know the results.

Ugh……

Ji Chengren's throat moved slightly, and the tangle in his heart was finally crushed into ashes under the girl's cold and sharp eyes.

"Okay! Junior sister, since you want to stay and protect the sect with us, it is our honor! It is also the sect's honor!" He held the silver sword in one hand and stroked the blade with the thumb of the other hand. A drop of blood condensed into a bead.

He held the blood bead in front of the girl and said, "Junior sister, this contains my spiritual consciousness and sword intent. I am in the middle stage of the Xuanxian realm. This thing can allow me to block a blow for you. Since you are willing to stay and protect our lives regardless of your own life, we, as your senior brothers, must also protect you well!"

The other disciples of the Punishment Hall also drew their swords or knives, and their fingers rushed to cut the blades.

They all held up the blood beads condensed from their spiritual consciousness and sword power and gave them to her, their eyes sparkling.

Jiang Su was stunned at some point and swallowed three or five times. Her heart seemed to be blocked by something sour.

She murmured in her heart, "There must be something wrong with the bag of plum cakes Fang Zhe gave me. I am so upset."

Seeing that she didn't move, the men seemed to have thought of something, and they unceremoniously stuffed the beads into her sleeves, turned around and shouted with a communication talisman, "Brothers and juniors, quickly get a blood bead and send it over for Susu to use!"

The other monks were not like those from the Punishment Hall who were using up their last time fishing here, so they were puzzled when they heard the contents of the communication talisman.

"What do you mean by quick, quick, quick? Are the people in the Punishment Hall crazy?"

"I don't know. Maybe no one has violated the rules and been fined in the past few days, so they are anxious and are trying to lure us here?"

"I think so. They are the most money-conscious people in the Punishment Hall. They are very bad-hearted and often do such things."

The remaining monks in the cabinet were talking about it, but at least two of the three had condensed blood beads and transmitted them to everyone in the Punishment Hall using communication talismans.

Jiang Su just watched quietly as these big men pulled her sleeves as if it were a treasure box and threw blood beads into it one by one.

Shi Qiuxian had a subtle look on her face. After she made eye contact with Jiang Su, she remained silent for a long time. Finally, she cut her finger with a dagger, condensed the largest blood bead, and threw it into her sleeve like throwing a coin to a turtle in a wishing well.

"..."

"Fuck-"

"Boom——"

Suddenly, lightning and thunder appeared in the sky above the cabinet. Sparks exploded where the sun rose, turning into purple and red spider-web-like patterns that spread across the entire sky.

"Oh no! They are coming! Let's go outside and start fighting!" Ji Chengren raised his sword and rushed towards the stone wall at the end of Mirror Lake with unstoppable force and high morale.

The same thing happened to the rest of the Punishment Hall disciples. They released their killing intent, turned themselves into blades, and rushed towards the stone wall.

The disciples in the cabinet transformed into a meteor of white light and smashed onto the stone wall at the end of Mirror Lake. The murderous intent spread to every corner, causing waves in the lake to hit the shore.

Jiang Su felt that her shoes were a little wet.

She lowered her head and saw that the waves of Mirror Lake had already submerged the soles of her shoes.

"The mirror is broken, it hurts my feet."

She muttered, turned around and glanced at Shi Qiuxian, and asked, "Shi Yaoxian, are you afraid?"

Shi Qiuxian's eyebrows were curved, and her smile was as fresh as the spring breeze of the past, without changing at all. She said in a gentle voice, "Doctor Jiang, why should I worry about life and death?"