Li Jianping did as instructed. The golden lotus in her hand gave off a gentle radiance, while the Three Flowers Dharma Manifestation behind her transformed into streams of air. Some of that air flowed into the clan members' bodies, continuously replenishing the heaven-and-earth spiritual energy of those battling the twenty-nine mighty cultivators within the dojo. If any clan members suffered minor wounds, those wounds also kept healing.
Li Jianping had been one of the Li clan members who had gone to cultivate in the Great Jin imperial dynasty and behind the Witch Tribe's lines all those years ago.
Back then, there had not been many Li clan members with decent aptitude. Li Jianping had been among the best of them and was jokingly called the "field medic" within the clan. She often moved through battlefields. At first, she had never seen much bloodshed; after all, she had been raised in the pampered comfort of a wealthy Merchant Lineage household. Going to war and undergoing trials required tremendous courage, so when she later reached the battlefield, her medical skills placed her in the rear lines.
Later, when the clan members underwent trials in the battlefields between Great Jin and the Cultivator Alliance, with the Witch Tribe at their rear, conflicts truly abounded. The first time Li Jianping saved a clan member, she had gritted her teeth and cried as she carried them back one by one from the peril-ridden battlefield. Later on, after experiencing all manner of war and death, she unknowingly pulled ahead of many descendants from other families.
"Hey, hey, Ping'er, remember to come back and protect your father!"
Before the Eastern Yi mighty cultivators' dojo, Li Yuanshang called out. The head of the Merchant Lineage, who had taken business all the way to the Immortal Court, scattered a