Qin Liuxi looked down.
It turned out that Xiao Qinghan had woken up at so point, pale hands struggled to grasp her clothes, weakly uttering three words: "Don’t hurt her."
As these words fell, her hand also drooped powerlessly and lay softly on the ground. Gazing at Fusheng close by, with bloodshot eyes and a ravaged face, tears rolled down, and her lips quivered, calling out the na Fusheng, with a sorrowful look in her eyes.
Fusheng’s heart clenched: "Han’er."
She reverted back to her dashing and valiant appearance and even touched her face: "Did I, perhaps, frighten you."
Tears stread down Xiao Qinghan’s face; she couldn’t utter a word, only weakly shook her head.
"Fusheng, if you beco an Evil Ghost, I cannot harbor you." Despite seeing them like this, Qin Liuxi still uttered coldly.
Particularly since she was endowed with Buddha Power, should she cause harm, all living things would suffer.
Fusheng glared hatefully at Qin Liuxi: "You are just like the rest of them."
Qin Liuxi pointed at Xiao Qinghan and said: "First look at her state now, if you still think the sa, I have nothing to say."
Fusheng stiffened, looking towards Xiao Qinghan.
The latter, perhaps having been possessed for a long ti with an unstable Divine Soul, showed not a tinge of color on her face and lay prone on the ground, as if deprived of all vitality and liveliness.
Fusheng, sowhat disheveled, averted her gaze, recalling how two months earlier, Xiao Qinghan had gazed at her with worshipful and infatuated eyes. Back then, her cheeks were rosy and radiant with life.
But now, Xiao Qinghan, resembled soone on the brink of death.
This was all because of her, Fusheng.
Fusheng panicked for a mont.
After being tortured to death, she held on to one last breath when dragged to the burial ground, only to be approached by stray dogs that began to gnaw at her corpse. Her resentful energy surged, her mind fixated, and once her soul erged, it returned to Xiao Qinghan’s side, seizing the opportunity when Xiao was vulnerable to possess her, a body hosting two souls.
Unexpectedly, she had hard Xiao Qinghan.
Gazing at Xiao Qinghan, barely alive, Fusheng was filled with a sour regret in her heart.
She approached Xiao Qinghan and extended her hand, wanting to touch her face, yet feeling that Xiao was as fragile as tender tofu, likely to crumble upon contact.
But Xiao Qinghan made an effort to lean in, pressing her face to Fusheng’s hand, curling a faint smile, ultimately succumbing to exhaustion, her head tilted, and she completely passed out.
"Han’er." Fusheng was startled and called out to Qin Liuxi, "Quickly save her."
Qin Liuxi didn’t move: "You haven’t given your answer yet."
She was gambling on the depth of Fusheng’s affection for Xiao Qinghan.
Furious, Fusheng retorted: "All you Cultivators are the sa, feigning benevolence and righteousness, speaking of caring for the world yet you tornt those who suffer the most."
No matter what she said or cursed, Qin Liuxi remained unmoved.
Seeing Xiao Qinghan’s frail Breathing, Fusheng dared not delay any further, bit her lip, and offered sothing from her body.
Qin Liuxi subconsciously caught it, looked down, and her pupils constricted slightly; it was a smooth bone, like a finger bone.
What shocked her was not the bone’s luster, but its origin; the bone emitted a faint glow, vaguely carrying a hint of Buddha Power.
And Qin Liuxi’s hand felt sowhat hot, the finger bone in her palm appeared as if it wanted to break free, and her Soul Power beca slightly disturbed, her chest inexplicably throbbing with turmoil.
Qin Liuxi bit the tip of her tongue, tasting the blood spreading in her mouth. Her spiritual platform regained clarity, and she instantly cast two Daoist Magic Techniques onto the finger bone, then wrapped it with a Sealing Talisman.
The finger bone imbued with Buddha Power - could this be soone’s Buddha Bone?
Qin Liuxi pondered as she looked at the talisman-wrapped finger bone.
"Here’s your thing, now why don’t you save her?" Fusheng shouted.
Qin Liuxi glanced at her: "I haven’t even begun to settle the score for you using this to ambush ."
"You’re allowed to exorcise , but I can’t fight back?" Fusheng sneered.
Qin Liuxi: "Do you know what this is?"
"I don’t. I was dragged to the burial ground, after death my corpse was gnawed on by a stray dog, and when my soul erged, in a fit of rage, I grabbed this and blinded its eyes." Fusheng continued: "I don’t know the origin of this object, but with it, my soul body feels stable, and my Soul Power grows stronger, so I’ve kept it. To discuss this now, isn’t it inappropriate? You should be saving her first."
"Rest assured, she won’t die." Qin Liuxi said, bent down to pick up Xiao Qinghan and carried her into the house, with Fusheng quickly following.
Qin Liuxi placed Xiao Qinghan on the bed, then removed the needles from her body and re-administered them while she was still unconscious.
"What are you doing? I’ve left her body, why are you still needling?" Fusheng hurriedly intervened.
Qin Liuxi rolled her eyes: "If you don’t understand, stop talking nonsense. She’s been possessed by you for a long ti. Not only is her Divine Soul unstable, but her body is also suffering from a severe imbalance of yin and yang. The yin energy is rebellious. If I don’t needle her to guide the vital energy, do you think she can live long?"
Hearing this, Fusheng backed off to a corner, glaring intently. If this little Taoist dared to harm her, even if it ant her soul scattering, she would fight her to the death.
"No need to curse in your heart. Since I’ve responded to the Xiao Family’s request to co here, naturally it’s to save a life, not to take one. I definitely wouldn’t do anything to her." While Qin Liuxi steadily applied the needles, she said, "Otherwise, wouldn’t I be destroying my own reputation?"
Fusheng pursed her lips and said: "Just say you think I have the mind of a villain."
Qin Liuxi turned her head and glanced over: "At least you have so self-awareness."
Fusheng glared at her.
After Qin Liuxi finished needling Xiao Qinghan and removed the needles, she was drenched in sweat, and her previous confrontation with Fusheng’s Buddha Power strike had sowhat disturbed her energy flow, making her face unusually pale.
She straightened up, slightly staggering, leaning on the bedpost for support, and closed her eyes for a mont.
She pressed on the Buddha Bone at her waist, gritted her teeth, thinking that she had nearly capsized in the gutter, fortunate not to have completely overturned, otherwise she would have suffered a great loss.
This golden roof was not easy to earn.
Fusheng, seeing Qin Liuxi removed the needles, had already rushed to the bedside, noticing that Xiao Qinghan’s complexion was no longer as pale as before and her breathing stronger, and couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
This little Taoist really had so skills.
Fusheng turned her head to look at Qin Liuxi, noting her pallor, and said, "Are you all right?"
"Do I look all right to you?" Qin Liuxi replied irritably.
Fusheng tentatively asked, "Is it because of that thing that you’re hurt? What exactly is it?"
"If you don’t know, then how co you can recite Buddhist scriptures and speak of imdiately becoming a Buddha once laying down the butcher’s knife?" Qin Liuxi countered.
Fusheng was montarily confused, then shook her head and said, "I’m not clear on it, it just automatically cos to mind, so this is sothing from the Buddhist Sect?"
"If I’m not mistaken, it’s a Buddha Bone."
"Buddha Bone? No wonder I feel my Divine Soul is stable when I hold it. But there’s sothing strange; the longer I hold onto it, the less like myself I feel, as if I’ve been bewitched." Fusheng looked at Xiao Qinghan and said, "I had no intention of harming her, I just... never mind, no matter what I say, you’ll still think I’m making excuses for my sins, after all, the Buddhist Sect prides itself on compassion."
Qin Liuxi: "The Buddhist Sect’s compassion is true. However, so Buddhist Practitioners are wolves in sheep’s clothing, false saints but in reality Evil Buddhas. I believe you!"
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