Reviving the Mortal Saint, Mirror

The young physician took a look and felt it was inappropriate. She signaled Elder Meng to sit down and support the young monk, then leaped onto Elder Meng's boat.

The two boats were tied end-to-end, and they rowed together towards the west side of Gu Mountain. Gu Mountain was seven to eight zhang above the water on its north, east, and south sides, all sheer cliffs.

The young physician was young and had inner strength to assist her. The two boats, one in front of the other, moved faster than Elder Meng's single boat had when he arrived.

When the boats docked, Elder Meng carried the young monk off and walked into the forest, placing him on a large rock.

Elder Meng was panting from the weight of the young monk. The young monk was a half-grown child, yet he was plump and round.

The young physician tied the boat's mooring ropes to the rock and ran over with her wooden frame backpack. She pried open the young monk's eyes and mouth to examine them, then felt his pulse.

"Miss, can this person be saved?"

"Elder Meng, don't worry, he can be saved! Go to the lake and fetch a pot of water. We'll need it to clean the wound later."

Meng San nodded and went to the boat to get the kettle.

The young physician used a bone knife to cut open the young monk's right shoulder clothing. The area where the arrow had struck was swollen and black. She first inserted seven silver needles around the wound to secure the acupoints.

When Elder Meng returned, the two of them pulled a piece of windproof cloth and tied it to a tree, creating a screen.

The young physician wiped the bone knife clean. With her left hand holding the feather arrow, she used her right hand to hold the knife and make a half-finger-long horizontal and vertical cut at the wound, forming a cross-shaped incision.

Black blood immediately gushed out. Grasping the arrowhead, she pulled it upwards and removed it. The iron arrowhead had a ring of barbs; it was truly a lethal weapon.

She sniffed it at the tip of her nose. The fishy, foul odor made her frown. It must have been poisoned.

The young physician threw away the arrowhead and began to wash the wound with clean water until red blood flowed out.

Then, she took a small pot of strong liquor from her medicine box, poured it into her palm, and evenly smeared it on the wound. The young monk cried out in pain and fainted again.

The young physician took out a poultice of detoxifying herbs from her medicine box, applied it to the wound to stop the bleeding, and then quickly stitched it up with silver needles and silk thread.

Her delicate fingers moved like butterflies dancing. After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the surface of the skin had cross-shaped stitches, and there were three layers of stitches inside the flesh.

Meng San, watching from the side, was so scared his forehead broke out in a sweat. He didn't dare to breathe, having never seen such a scene before.

After the wound was stitched, the young physician used wine to wipe away the bloodstains around the wound and applied a layer of herbal ointment to promote healing. After carefully inspecting it, she took out a white cloth strip and wrapped it around the young monk's shoulder five or six times.

Seeing that the treatment was finished, Meng San asked softly, "Miss, you truly have remarkable skills. Is this child saved?"

"Elder Meng, his life is saved. However, this arrowhead was poisoned, and the toxic blood has already seeped into his body. I need to go up the mountain to find some herbs for him to take." the young physician replied.

Meng San suggested, "Miss, the mountain forest is dense and not safe. Shall I accompany you?"

The young physician smiled, "Elder Meng, it's alright. When the young monk wakes up, don't let him run around. I'll be back soon."

Meng San no longer insisted. He sat down by the rock, holding a wooden stick. After rowing all day, he soon felt drowsy.

Penglai Immortal Island, White Jade Palace Garden.

"Saving the Saint Son of the Human Realm has increased Karma Value by thirty thousand." The Karma Value notification in the water mirror read.

White Deer Immortal, standing by the lounge chair, clapped her hands happily, "Bai Yu's Karma Value has increased so much this time."

Chen Renfeng behind her was pondering, Bai Bingxue and Bai Xue look exactly like Bai Yu. Could there be some secret behind this? He didn't pay attention to the change in Karma Value.

True Martial Great Emperor, lying on the chair, casually replied, "Being able to save the Saint Son of the Human Realm is truly the will of the Heavenly Dao."

Ancestor Lu chuckled upon hearing this, "Chen Tuan, did you deliberately arrange it when you compiled the Karma chart?"

Chen Renfeng quickly replied, "Ancestor Lu, this humble immortal would not dare. It is the will of the Heavenly Dao!"

"Your Majesty, let's continue watching," White Deer Immortal said, seizing the opportunity to ease the tension.

Chen Renfeng sent her a grateful look.

Bai Bingxue was very familiar with this mountain. She picked herbs as she walked towards the house north of the mountain peak. The sounds of waves, birdsong, and wind were all familiar, like a feeling from another lifetime.

After walking for the time it took an incense stick to burn, Bai Bingxue saw smoke rising from the chimney of a house in the distance, indicating someone was there.

She felt a bit suspicious and quickened her pace. When she was twenty paces away from the house, she heard two male voices.

"Sixth Junior Brother, this is the last dish, right?"

"Fifth Senior Brother, once I finish making these Dongpo Roasted Oysters, our task will be complete."

"Sixth Junior Brother, these thirteen Dongpo dishes were personally instructed by Master, and the Eldest Senior Brother reminded you several times before leaving. You must not miss any."

"Fifth Senior Brother, let me count for you: Dongpo Cold Pot Fish, Dongpo Five Willow Fish, which swim in the water;

Dongpo Pig Elbow, Dongpo Leg, Dongpo Lamb Spine, Dongpo Meat, which run on the ground;

Dongpo Braised Pigeon, which flies in the sky;

Two appetizer vegetable dishes, Dongpo Jelly, Dongpo Tofu;

Two soups, Dongpo Soup, Dongpo Jade Rice Soup, plus one Dongpo Cake;

And finally, these Dongpo Roasted Oysters. Land, water, and air are all covered, not a single one is missing."

"That's good! Your culinary skills are excellent. Each dish is made to perfection in color, aroma, and taste. You truly are a direct descendant of our Su Xian Sect's Patriarch's skills."

The young physician, hiding outside the door, heard "Su Xian Sect" and didn't rush to reveal herself. She saw two young men in luxurious robes cooking in the kitchen through a gap and continued to listen to them.

"Fifth Senior Brother, you say we must rush thousands of miles to offer these Dongpo dishes as a sacrifice today, but the person buried in the grave won't even get to eat them."

"Shut up! Don't disrespect the deceased. Sixth Junior Brother, have you forgotten the sect rules?"

"Fifth Senior Brother, I'm just complaining a little. The two chefs we brought for the King of Ziqi, why didn't we let them make these thirteen dishes? They had to make me do it personally. I wanted to wander around the mountain too."

"Sixth Junior Brother, you're complaining after getting the benefits. That's because Eldest Senior Brother dotes on you, so that Master knows your filial piety. Do you know who is buried in this tomb?"

"Fifth Senior Brother, who is it?"

"Ah! Slap your mouth! Eldest Senior Brother told me not to tell anyone else. Are the oysters roasted yet?"

"They're roasted. I'll put them on a plate right now."

The two speaking just now were Su Xue's fifth disciple, Su Jiangcheng, and his sixth disciple, Su Dingfeng. Su Xue had founded the Su Xian Sect on Gu Mountain, West Lake, in Hangzhou City, Gongjiao Country.

These two, under Su Xue's orders, had traveled thousands of miles to wish the King of Ziqi a happy birthday. Most importantly, they were here to worship Bai Bing on Gu Mountain by Luoqie Lake and offer thirteen of her favorite Dongpo dishes.

After the two came out, Su Jiangcheng walked ahead, a treasure sword hanging at his waist, his steps light and swift. Su Dingfeng followed behind, carrying a food box in his hand and a treasure sword on his back. He trailed after him, his face full of solicitousness as he asked, "Fifth Senior Brother, just tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone else."

Su Jiangcheng didn't turn his head, but he said, "You big-mouthed gossip. If I tell you today, who knows what trouble you'll stir up later. After this matter is settled and we've paid our respects to the King of Ziqi, we can go to Shànchǎn City to meet Second Senior Brother."

A short while later, the two walked away towards the west. Bai Bingxue came out from behind the house, glanced at them, and pushed the door open to go inside.

She returned to the small house in her dream. The layout of the furniture, such as the tables, chairs, cabinets, and bed, remained unchanged. The joy of reuniting with her mother here in her childhood surged in her heart, and she couldn't help but feel her eyes sting and tears well up.

Bai Bingxue wiped away her tears with her sleeve and took out a piece of white silk from her person. When she unfolded it, it was filled with writing.

She stared at the names of the people she intended to take revenge