Wu Yun'er slowly recounted everything. She had suffered no small amount along the way, but fortunately, several days later, on a remote little mountain, she had finally reunited with her honored master.
Yet there had been no joy of reunion. Ouyang Qinxin's injuries were even more severe than imagined. The one who had wounded her was a Nascent Soul Middle Stage immortal cultivator, and his palm force had contained deadly poison. Qinxin had already been unable to hold on at the time, but faced with the pursuit of the monks from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, she had no choice but to use a secret art that forcibly stimulated her true essence. Though it temporarily suppressed her injuries, doing so was no different from drinking poison to quench thirst. The deadly poison had not only entered her internal organs—even her Nascent Soul had not been spared.
"What?" Lin Xuan's expression changed violently when he heard this. "The poison has already spread into her Nascent Soul?"
"Yes, Martial Uncle. That is what Master told me."
Lin Xuan's face grew even darker. The situation was even more dangerous than he had imagined.
As everyone knew, after an immortal cultivator advanced to Nascent Soul, they very rarely perished, because experts at that level had already transcended the restraints of the physical body. Even if the fleshly body fell, the Nascent Soul could still seize another body.
It was almost equivalent to giving those old monsters an extra life out of thin air.
But in all things, where there was benefit, there was also drawback. The Nascent Soul was indeed wondrous and capable of unleashing many great divine abilities, but it was also extremely fragile. Once damaged, restoring it was far more difficult than healing the fleshly body.
Lin Xuan drew in a breath