Upon witnessing this scene, people began to disdain the man.
A dignified man over six feet tall, taking advantage of a few taels of silver using a child; was he relying on the presence of the Immortals here to prevent his child from dying of illness without cause?
The mother clung desperately to her child, whose eyes had lost focus due to a high fever, and the little hands weakly grasped at her clothes, calling out for her in a cat-like manner.
The woman sobbed bitterly, clutching her child as she knelt before the altar, pleading with the young Tianxi disciples to save her child.
Delayed by her heartless husband, she knew it was too late to find a doctor to reduce the child’s fever, expel the cold, and cure the illness.
Even if saved, the child’s mind would likely have been damaged by the fever; in her despair and helplessness, she could only seek the help of the Immortal Disciples.
This recruitnt of disciples by the Xijian Sect was a major responsibility.
The group of young Outer Disciples did not dare to delay at all. Before the lineup’s altar, an Outer Disciple nad Fan Hong remained unmoved, wearing a formulaic stern expression, not even lifting his head as he recorded:
"If this woman seeks dical treatnt, she has co to the wrong place. We are not healers of the world but a place of order, the Xijian Sect. Since this child’s father has taken others’ money, they should queue again, not waste others’ ti."
"Do not disgrace yourself here! Take your child to the back! If he truly has good fortune, could the Immortal not save him?"
The man impatiently kicked the woman a few tis.
The woman, seeing her child’s breath grow weaker, suddenly had a crazed look on her rough, yellowed cheeks. She surprisingly produced a rusty sickle from behind, pointing at her husband sternly, "Give back the money!"
A young man on horseback watched the scene with interest, his expression full of amusent.
The man snarled, swatting the sickle from the woman’s hand, ignoring her as she lunged at him, ready to fight.
Overpowering her, he snatched the child away, scolding, "Ingrateful hag! You don’t know how to enjoy good fortune. It’s just minor ailnts, and you pamper him like this?!"
After saying this, he clamped onto the valuable silver, which he had saved most of his life for, and obediently lined up at the back again.
Jiang Yunqin frowned as she watched, wondering how soone like this could be a father.
Liu Qixue saw her frown and smiled, "Sister Jiang, do you pity the child?"
"At such a young age, having such an unkind, unloving father—is truly pitiful."
"I have so dicine for colds. Sister Jiang, would you like to bring the child into the carriage to have a look?"
Jiang Yunqin glanced up front, seeing a self-proclaid loose cultivator dismounted from his horse, placing his hand on a crystal ball. As expected, an amber-yellow glow emanated from it.
The light started from the center and spread outwards, forming a sparse web pattern, unable to cover the entire ball.
But even this was considerably impressive. Fan Hong smiled slightly at the loose cultivator and said, "Mid-grade Spirit Root, fit to ascend the mountain!"
Over the past few days, nearly thousands had been eliminated from this lineup—either defective Spirit Roots or mortal, low grade, leaving a very low pass rate.
This loose cultivator’s Spirit Root proved quite remarkable.
The haughty young man on the white horse, despite his overbearing and egotistical nature that many found unpleasant, drew admiring gazes when the words "ascend the mountain" were spoken.
Though rely a small village, getting past this first hurdle ant, at the very least, becoming an Outer Disciple of the Xijian Sect.
Among countless cultivators, those affiliated with Tianxi were considered highly honored.
Seeing this, Jiang Yunqin clenched her fist slightly within her sleeve, shook her head, and resolved not to let worldly trifles shake her determination to press forward.
She rely glanced sympathetically through the window at the child hurriedly carried away.
All is destiny.
Suddenly, a brisk wind blew through the curtains, and a scream erupted, startling everyone!
The middle-aged man, who had slipped from Jiang’s view, flew back violently, with the child missing from his arms and a clear footprint on his chest, crying out in pain on the ground.
Curiously lifting the curtain, Jiang Yunqin’s gaze t a fair, delicate face. His brows and eyes, veiled in the worldly lights, were remarkably elegant and handso.
In a white robe, he almost blended into the snowy landscape, his deep brows and pitch-black eyes appearing indifferent in the night.
He held the feverish child in his arms, lightly touching the child’s forehead and injecting a faint spirit light with his fingertip, which vanished into the child.
The child’s unhealthy flush faded slightly, and the expression softened, entering a peaceful sleep.
Jiang Yunqin, surprised, thought, "Is it him?"
On the way to Bai Tuo Mountain, she had encountered this youth while passing through Linjiang Ancient Town, which was troubled by a Water Ghost.
Indeed, this eastward path had been fraught with perils and difficulties.
Though it was a ti of peace, in so ancient towns and cities with long histories, resentful Evil Spirits lingered.
As the noble daughter of a wealthy family, Jiang Yunqin, despite possessing a Spirit Root, had yet to undertake cultivation. The Crown Prince assigned six accomplished Daoist-skilled cultivators to protect her, having heard that Water Ghosts haunted the river, endangering countless laundry won along its banks.
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