Xin Lin, who was burying lotus roots, heard this.
"Is the student in danger from the Shaking Light Class?"
"Wow, I didn’t expect you to have such a strong sense of kinship, Xin Xin. Yes, it’s soone from the Shaking Light Class. Not just the students, this ti, even the supervisor Master Guo has been seriously injured, and the situation is very critical."
At this point, Mu Chen dropped the joking deanor.
Master Guo’s cultivation is not weak, he is a Spirit Master.
The team Master Guo led included Zhao Gang and others from before.
Xin Lin rembered that people in the class had said they went to provide support too, and they took over the initial task from the Martial Arts Academy team led by Lu Yuan.
Does that an both the Spirit Institute and Martial Arts Academy people t with trouble this ti?
"Get ready too. It’s likely that once the people are rescued, they’ll be sent your way. After all, the Qingtian Academy’s setback is not sothing to broadcast."
Mu Chen gave Xin Lin a aningful look.
These past few days, he had been mooching around the dical Hall, keeping his ears open and his eyes peeled, and he had co to realize that this little ghost had two major skills.
One was her good cooking; second was her impressive dical Skill.
Mu Chen had never doubted the latter.
After all, Xin Lin’s father is Chu Beiqing.
The reputation of Chu Beiqing, the No.1 Divine Doctor of Longteng, is not unfounded.
Before Xin Lin could respond, Mu Chen disappeared in a whiff of smoke.
"Master Mo, I need a set of Golden Needles."
Xin Lin handed off the task of burying lotus roots to the free laborer Lu Yuan, washed her hands and feet, and went to find Master Mo.
"No Golden Needles, but I do have embroidery needles. Do you want them long or short?"
Master Mo was munching on sweet potato snacks.
The sweet potatoes Xin Lin had grown yielded abundantly; planting them every other day was enough to cover several days’ consumption for the School Clinic.
Xin Lin thought of a snack. It involved taking the smaller sweet potatoes, drying them on the stove, then sunbaking them into sweet potato snacks. Without adding any sugar, they were sweet and chewy. Chu Beiqing and the Overlord Egg once tried them and took a liking to them.
But before Master Mo could finish, Xin Lin saw a box appear before her.
Her silly dad was grinning at her.
"Hey! Beibei, what are you doing with my Treasure Box!"
Seeing this, Master Mo on the side jumped up, trying to snatch the box.
That box, which Master Mo slept with under her pillow daily, contained so valuable dicinal materials and daily consultation fees that she had collected.
Though the box appeared small, it was very heavy, and its size was suspiciously capable of holding a great deal.
Usually, Master Mo wouldn’t let anyone touch it, except her foolish father, who could use his "beauty" and Master Mo’s affection to touch it a few tis.
Xin Lin didn’t know how her silly dad knew there were Golden Needles in the box.
"No Golden Needles, no sweet potato snacks, no dad."
Xin Lin threatened with a stern face.
Master Mo imdiately wilted, mumbling sothing about unreliable n and each fleeing in face of great danger...
"You little thief, relying on your father like this. There really aren’t any Golden Needles, but... there is a pair of Xuanyu Bee Needles. Sniff sniff... Those are my treasured collection, you better use them well, or I’ll never let you off the hook."
Master Mo awkwardly fumbled, opening a small crack in the box. Before Xin Lin could get a clear view of the inventory inside, she abruptly closed the box again.
She handed a small cloth package to Xin Lin and then clung tightly to her own little wood box.
Xin Lin opened the small cloth package and saw before her eyes a bright array of crystal-clear Jade Needles, as thin as silk, of varied lengths.
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