Spiritual Medicine

"Xi'er, Senior Gu saved our lives. What do a few Dragon Burial Roots matter? If I didn't still need to find Life-Extending Spiritual Grass for you, I'd give him every treasure we have."

"But..."

Mu Xi's voice trailed off.

"I insisted on going out to play. That was why you got hurt."

"Silly girl."

Mu Feng's voice softened.

"It's only natural for an older brother to protect his little sister. Besides, if we hadn't run into danger this time, we wouldn't have met an expert like Senior Gu."

Gu Sheng heard this and a strange gleam appeared in his eyes.

He had indeed concealed his cultivation. On the surface, he looked like an ordinary cultivator, yet Mu Feng had unexpectedly sensed something amiss.

In the room next door, Mu Xi leaned against the headboard, her little face pale.

She looked at her brother, who was regulating his breathing, her eyes full of guilt.

"Brother, your injuries..."

"It's nothing."

Mu Feng waved his hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Your brother is a Body Cultivator. Such a minor injury is nothing."

As he spoke, he patted his sturdy chest, only to cough twice despite himself.

Mu Xi hurriedly handed him a waterskin, tears welling in her eyes.

"You still say you're fine! It's all my fault. If I hadn't insisted on seeing the Rosy Cloud Waterfall, we wouldn't have encountered those Iron Back Azure Wolves."

Mu Feng took the waterskin and gently stroked his sister's hair.

"Xi'er, don't blame yourself. The most urgent matter is to recover. The auction begins in two days. We have to find Life-Extending Spiritual Grass."

At the mention of Life-Extending Spiritual Grass, Mu Xi's gaze dimmed.

She had been frail since childhood. The tribe's shaman-healer had declared that she would not live past twenty. She