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"Not really."

Lin Qi glanced at the increasingly worsening wound on her hand. The Battle of Biquan was imminent, and she had to keep in top condition at all times, avoiding going into battle with injuries as much as possible.

After a moment's hesitation, he agreed.

"Alright, let's go to Fu Senior and seek treatment first."

Lin Qi and Cheng Shiyan circled back to find Fu Shennong's master and apprentice.

The master and apprentice were still in place, tending to over ten wounded people.

Lin Qi glanced at the crowd and found that all over ten people were present, with even a new face added.

Seeing the vanished Lin Qi and her three companions return, Fushengnong didn't even lift his eyelids. He merely asked in a flat voice, "Are you here for medical treatment?"

Lin Qi bowed respectfully, "I, a junior, admire your outstanding medical skills and keen insight. I am in awe of you, senior."

When it comes to speaking, Lin Qi feels that she's pretty good.

Chun Jun probably had never seen her fawning like this. He let out a light hum, quite disdainful.

He and Lin Qi's conflict is obvious, and now he doesn't even bother to pretend.

Fushénnong had just finished treating the last cultivator's wound and patted the stone beside him, "Sit down first, let me take a look at your wound."

Lin Qi was about to step closer when a figure emerged from the forest.

"Sister Lin, you're hurt?!" Wen Ge walked out with surprise and worry on her face.

Lin Qi's expression froze for a moment before she nodded. "I went to Bēiquan last night and almost lost control. By the way, your arrival is quite coincidental, Master Brother."

Just a little bit longer, and she would be sitting before the Fushengnu.

To say that the song came out at just the right time is something Lin Qi doesn't believe.

"The teacher is very busy, you don't need to bother him with such a small injury, I can take a look for you."

When he heard the song, Wen Ge put on a humble expression and even bowed to Fu Shennong. "It's been a long time, Master. You seem to have aged considerably; I almost didn't recognize you."

Fushen Nong's face was visibly discolored.

Lin Qi remembered that Fu Shennong had come to this Five Gods Battlefield because his birthday was approaching and he went out to travel.

Hearing this from Wen Ge felt like a knife twisting in my gut.

But... Lin Qi's eyes rolled, could the ninth-grade divine herb in this well of sorrow be a longevity herb?

Fushennong let out a snort and didn't look at Wen Ge. "My spiritual herb valley doesn't have such unruly disciples as you. Don't appear before me again."

The cultivators who were injured and rescued by Shennong next to him had a look of amusement on their faces.

Listening to the song, his expression remained unchanged, a faint smile still lingered on his lips. "Disciple obeys," he said.

Having finished speaking, he walked to Lin Qi's side and said in a familiar tone, "Let me take a look at your wound, Senior Sister. The lighting here isn't good, let's go somewhere else."

Everyone in attendance couldn't help but smirk.

The light here is poor, so the other cultivators have all worked in vain.

Wen Ge didn't care about those things, and Lin Qi also understood his subtext, so he followed Wen Ge and left.

Just finding a quiet place to stay, Wen Ge's tone turned cold: "You look for him to treat your illness, are you tired of living too long?"

Cheng Shiyan and Luo Yi's faces were filled with surprise.

Lin Qi was surprisingly calm and even noticed something else, "So you've been near Biquan the whole time? Or are you following Fu Shennong and his disciples?"

When he heard the song, Wen Ge glanced at her and gave Lin Qi a look that spoke volumes.

Lin Qi immediately guessed it was the latter kind.

Did the master and disciple come to Biquan for that ninth-grade divine grass? Why couldn't it be used to heal him?

"The old man is dying soon. He came to Biquan for two reasons: one is the nine-grade divine herb, and the other is... you'll know very soon."

Lin Qi: "Can you stop beating around the bush?"

Turning a deaf ear to Lin Qi's complaints, Wen Ge continued answering the following questions: "Do you really think the old man is a good person?"

He is now doing good deeds and saving people everywhere, all for the sake of future use.

If he heals you today, you will likely become his puppet from then on, controlled by him.

Lin Qi smiled and bowed to Wen Ge, "Then I would like to thank Brother Wen for saving my life here."

Upon hearing the song, her expression brightened a bit. “Let me take a look at your wound first,”

Upon removing the bandage, a bloody and mangled arm was revealed.

Hearing the song, she didn't change her expression. She took out silver needles and began to give Lin Qi acupuncture.

Cheng Shiyan watched from the side, very curious, "I checked Lin Qi's wounds and they were not serious, why are they getting worse?"

When she heard the song, her brows furrowed. "Because she wasn't poisoned, nor was she affected by medicine, but rather it was the stagnant qi from her injury that caused this. Of course, you wouldn't be able to see it."

Cheng Shiyan suddenly realized, “I see.”

Lin Qi was startled, "Kill aura?!"

"Otherwise, how could the Weeping Spring affect cultivators?" Wen Ge said calmly.

For a moment, Lin Qi's thoughts, which had been blocked, suddenly became clear.

"You mean to say that the reason why Bēiquan can affect a cultivator's emotional perception is because the concentration of evil qi around it is too high? But this doesn't seem like the kind of evil qi we've encountered before?"

"Who told you that there's only one form of killing intent? Have you heard the story behind Biquan?"

Where did the tenacity of 100,000 Eastern Continent warriors stem from?

"What is obsession?"

Obsession turning into a demon, isn't that just murderous qi?!

Lin Qi received a sudden jolt of enlightenment, her eyes shining brightly.

It seems I've walked into a dead end.

Cheng Shiyan also nodded in surprise: "I said, there was no formation near Biquan, and no ghosts or demons were seen, but it could affect people's emotions from afar and make their minds out of control... It turns out that it was using the evil qi in the air to create trouble."

But how...how do I get rid of this evil aura?

After Wen Ge bandaged Lin Qi's wounds, she said with a calm expression, "We just need to find a magical artifact that can suppress the demonic energy."

Cheng Shiyan unconsciously looked at Luo Yi beside her, and suddenly exclaimed, "How are you still following us?"

Luo Yi's mouth gaped open, her face filled with astonishment. "That's right, why am I still following you guys?"

He was kidnapped in the middle of the night, he wasn't with them anyway, so why is he now following these two people willingly?

Lin Qi was just about to say she had a way to dispel the evil qi when a mournful flute sound suddenly rose from afar.

Cheng Shiyan muttered, "This flute music is far better than Luo Dao's."

Luo Yi was unwilling to accept this. “How could my flute playing be wrong? Don’t you look down on me?!”

Lin Qi coldly narrowed her face and rebuked with a low voice, “Quiet!”

Then he tilted his head to listen.

Luo Yi and Cheng Shiyan also noticed something was wrong. They listened carefully, and as they did, their eyes met.

"This isn't my flute, is it?!"

"Isn't this your flute?!"

Lo immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to find the culprit, "I want to see which bastard stole my flute and is now even blowing it in my face!"

>The most important thing is, he even sounds better than him!

Luo Yi was very unconvinced!

After taking just two steps, he discovered that Lin Qi and the others were all standing still. Luo Yi stopped in his tracks instantly.

Aren't you guys going together?

Cheng Shiyan laughed and said, "What shall we do?"

Luoyi gasped, "The flute has been stolen! You can't enter Béisuian now!"

"That flute doesn't belong to us, what right do we have to pick a fight?"

(The End)