Healing Injuries

On the Dao Path, one wrong step could mean eternal damnation. If things went badly, one might have to reincarnate and cultivate anew before starting over.

But if her cultivation was not enough at this moment...

Shen Shuibi frowned slightly.

Yet in that instant of hesitation, she suddenly began to cough. "Cough, cough..."

Her cough was accompanied by a phlegmy rattle.

"Both qi and blood are deficient. Wind evil has invaded, producing phlegm..." Shen Shuibi immediately diagnosed her own condition.

Only then did she realize that she did not have much time left to keep supporting the gap for Li Qi.

No, she could not make it. There was no time. Her vital essence was nearly exhausted; she could not keep this up.

She immediately took a small cauldron from her Mustard Seed Bag. It was filled with pills that replenished qi.

These pills were all Reverted Pills of seven revolutions or higher, immensely valuable. Beyond the domain, trading one for a Sixth-Rank World would have been no issue. They were Shen Shuibi's little treasury.

She grabbed two and swallowed them, refining their effects. Then, while continuing to eat, she sent a message to Zhu Fengdan.

"Master, please come support me immediately. I need magical power, a great deal of magical power," she told Zhu Fengdan.

Even as she spoke, she continued suppressing the riot within Li Qi's body. The silver needles gradually turned red, and sizzling sounds came from her fingers. Her flesh split open, changing from pink to white.

This was roughly what it felt like for an ordinary person to grip a red-hot iron.

Her face also rapidly paled, all color draining from it. Her skin went from rosy and lustrous to a sickly white, and faint blue veins could be seen across her neck and cheeks.