The white brocade covered the woman's eyebrows, but it was not difficult to see her surprise from her slightly parted lips.
After coming back to her senses, Jing Yingrong's expression told her that the question was not a joke or sarcasm. She kept silent for a while, shook her head and said, "No, there is no need to do this."
Then, a smile returned to her face, "Because it's not important."
Jing Yingrong tilted her head slightly and asked with her eyes.
"Whether they are of the same kind doesn't matter, does it?" The woman's tone was understated, but also seemed to have a deeper meaning. "What matters is whether they are the same party."
The eyes reflected in the mirror moved slightly, thoughtfully.
At this time, the battle in the cave was coming to an end.
The green-tailed scorpion had one of its chelicerae broken, and had multiple wounds on its body surface, and was already showing signs of sluggishness; two people on the Renxiu side were seriously injured and withdrew from the battle, and among the remaining people, only the old man in the late Jindan stage could Causes effective damage to Green-tailed Scorpions.
The woman turned her face away, and there seemed to be eyes under the brocade looking towards the direction of the cave.
——Even though her consciousness never left there from beginning to end.
Jing Yingrong also spreads his spiritual consciousness there.
The cave is filled with toxins, and the damp rock walls are stained with mottled green. The green-tailed scorpion's eyes are blazing with evil intent, and it has been aroused into madness. The long scorpion tail whips out afterimages, and the poisonous needle almost hits the golden elixir several times. The body of an old man.
Compared with the Green-tailed Scorpion, the old man of Golden Elixir became more and more calm. Every time he made a move, the Green-tailed Scorpion became weaker, as if its vitality was invisibly sucked away.
Perhaps seeing that the victory was decided, a foundation-building monk who was restraining the Green-tailed Scorpion from the side gradually relaxed. Just when he accidentally lost his mind, the Green-tailed Scorpion suddenly jumped up and rushed towards him, using its scorpion tail to open the gold. At the same time as Old Man Dan, the only remaining chelicerae sheared towards his neck.
Facing the frontal attack from the level four monster, the foundation-building cultivator was immediately shaken out of his wits. He was so frightened that he was stunned on the spot, watching helplessly as the huge pincers brought the fishy wind approaching.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the golden elixir old man burst out with spiritual power. He rushed to the foundation-building monk in one step and raised the magic weapon in his hand to hold the cut pincers.
The pincers were powerful, heavy, and highly poisonous. Not only did she have to resist the brute force, she also had to use her spiritual power to prevent the poison from spreading to her body through the magic weapon, which made her unable to deal with the stinging scorpion tail.
At this moment, outside the cave, the woman's fingertips moved imperceptibly.
The stone wall on the cave ceiling directly above the Green-tailed Scorpion seemed to have been affected by the battle. Several huge rocks hanging upside down like swords suddenly collapsed and fell, hitting the Green-tailed Scorpion with a loud bang.
The green-tailed scorpion would not be crushed to death by a few stones, but it would inevitably make a move. The old man took the opportunity to escape from the pincers, distanced himself, and attacked again.
The green-tailed scorpion did not last long before it was completely defeated. The old man staggered to the side to meditate and adjust his breath. The people who were slightly injured and still had some strength began to dismantle the green-tailed scorpion's body on the spot.
Demon elixir, poison glands, chelicerae, scorpion tail, shell, the monks did not miss any valuable part. However, their cultivation was insufficient and the tools they used were of low quality, so it was very difficult to dissect them.
It wasn't until the old man's face returned to ruddy color and the two seriously injured people regained their ability to move that the green-tailed scorpion body was dismantled and the collected materials were put into a special storage ring and worn by the old man. .
The group of people headed deeper into the cave. When they discovered the strange grass, everyone was overjoyed. What surprised everyone even more was the amethyst mineral deposit near the strange grass.
Several monks started collecting work under the command of the old man. This process took a long time, but the woman in palace clothes still had not recovered her consciousness.
She waited quietly and patiently, and so did Jing Yingrong. Neither of them spoke for a while, and the atmosphere was quiet, but it didn't seem awkward.
Those people were completely unaware of the existence of the two spiritual consciousnesses, and were focused on harvesting. While busy, they excitedly talked about how much help these resources could provide to the disciples in the sect. The old man's wrinkles seemed to relax as he listened to everyone's words.
When the collection was almost complete, people set off to leave. When their figures appeared outside the cave, the woman in palace clothes took back her consciousness.
"Is the spell you arranged outside Tianchan Tower for her?"
Jing Yingrong asked aloud, her consciousness resting on the old man.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then turned to her with a wry smile on her lips.
"Is there anything in this world that can be hidden from the eyes of seniors?"
Jing Yingrong did not answer this sentence. She stared at the old man and said: "Given the degree of damage to her meridians and Dantian, Tianchanque has a more suitable treatment spell."
After a pause, he added: "Although it is impossible to return her to her original state of cultivation, there is hope that she can break through to the perfection of the golden elixir and extend her lifespan."
When the woman heard this, she sighed softly.
"It's exactly what the senior said, but only that spell can be used without her knowledge."
"You don't want her to know, why?"
"She won't accept it," the woman's voice became softer, "She blames me."
Jing Yingrong blinked.
"She is yours..."
"Little junior sister."
The woman turned her face towards the old man again. That "little junior sister" sounded like an answer to Jing Yingrong, but also like a call to the other person.
The old man wouldn't hear it. She was discussing the next destination with others. Her bright eyes did not look old, but were filled with weather.
"She was the last to get started in that generation, but she was extremely talented and her cultivation quickly surpassed that of her peers."
When talking about the past, the woman's words were a bit softer and tinged with sadness.
"She always said that she wanted to be the chief and the head of the family, so she refused to accept me and often challenged me. After losing, she cried and asked me to buy her a drink. Later, when I was placed under house arrest, she secretly came to see me and accompany me. I talked to relieve my boredom and even brought wine.”
She spoke in a nostalgic tone, with a smile but a hint of compassion.
"Later, the masters killed my Taoist companion, and Yinshan attacked the mountain gate..."
The woman lowered her voice, pursed her lips, her smile disappeared, and there was silence for a moment.
Jing Yingrong: "She was injured and fell into the realm at that time?"
The woman nodded slightly.
"She was seriously injured. If she hadn't majored in vitality in this martial art, she would have died in that catastrophe...I could have cured her at that time, but she refused. She blamed me and said All this happened because of me. If I had listened to my master's advice and given up on that relationship, Tianchanque would not have suffered this catastrophe. She hated me so much that she would rather die than accept my treatment."
The woman spoke in a low voice, unable to conceal a trace of sadness beneath the calmness.
"Taoist Lord Guanyunmeng helped her save her life, but in the end, the treatment was delayed. Her cultivation level fell from the transformation of the gods to the golden elixir, and it will be difficult to recover."
After listening to the other party's story, Jing Yingrong nodded without comment. An inaudible sigh came to her ears, and she suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you regret it?"
The woman's body trembled slightly, and after a moment of silence, she said, "I don't regret it."
She spoke softly, but with a sense of determination.
"Because I never think I did anything wrong."
Jing Yingrong nodded: "I understand."
After saying these four words, there was no follow-up, so the woman felt a little strange and asked: "Senior, don't you accuse me?"
Jing Yingrong was confused: "Why should I accuse you?"
"As a human cultivator, I brazenly formed a relationship with the demon clan, causing my Taoist companion to die, my master to suffer, and my fellow disciples to die and be injured. I also collaborated with the enemy without repentance - Senior, don't you realize that I am wrong?"
Jing Yingrong said "Oh", shook her head and said, "Those things have nothing to do with me."
"..."
The woman looked at the mirror steadily and suddenly chuckled.
"Junior Yan Lan, I don't dare to ask my senior's identity and name. It's just that senior asked me a lot, and I also have a question I want to ask senior."
Jing Yingrong: "As far as I know, there is no way to bring the dead back to life."
"...Senior, that's not what I want to ask. The quick answer will not count."
Jing Yingrong seemed to have not heard the laughter of the three spirits in the sea of consciousness, and said without changing his expression: "Well, you ask."
Yan Lan pondered for a while, as if considering his words, and then said: "How can the human race and the demon race accept each other?"
