A Benefactor

"Her illness is quite serious!"

Since Zhang Xuezhou acquired the Supreme Purity True Technique, he has been virtually invincible in healing himself with this technique.

He not only saved himself, but he also saved many important figures, such as the Golden Toad Dharma King and the Tiger Strength Demon King.

From superficial injuries to flesh wounds, then to bone injuries, and now to internal injuries, Zhang Xuezhou's Supreme Purity True Technique has been continuously improving, and the corresponding therapeutic effects have become increasingly powerful.

But this was the first time he had encountered a problem where even his spells couldn't stop the bleeding.

Seeing the blood flowing continuously from the woman's skirt and pants, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

"Is there no way to save him?" the middle-aged woman asked anxiously.

"The demon blood she consumed is too potent; it's even more dangerous than being injected with chicken blood. Blood is gushing out, and it keeps cracking open again as soon as it starts to heal. It's practically incurable," Zhang Xuezhou said gravely.

"Can't you think of a way?" the middle-aged woman pleaded. "She's also a person with a tragic fate!"

"The hardest people to save in this world are those who are destined to suffer!"

Zhang Xuezhou aloud.

He looked up at the bottom of the cauldron, then at the woman, and felt that she was not capable of handling such great fortune, nor could she bear the benefits she gained.

"You have to let her have some good luck," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"At this point, don't worry about whether you're lucky or not, just cast the spell on her a few more times!"

Looking at Zhang Xuezhou, who still insisted on 'luck', the middle-aged woman found it difficult to understand the way of thinking of this kind of person.

She possesses considerable abilities, but lacks the means to provide a strong cure, nor can she quickly bring good fortune to an unlucky person.

"I feel like my spell is like a stone thrown into a flood; it's quickly submerged," Zhang Xuezhou mused. "If you can't give her good luck, at least give me some!"

I can't bring you good luck!

"This isn't difficult; I just need to run into a helpful person who can lend a hand!"

"Where would a benefactor come from in such a short time!"

The middle-aged woman murmured, only realizing what was happening when Zhang Xuezhou turned his gaze to her.

"You mean I'm the benefactor?" the middle-aged woman asked incredulously. "But I'm just a tomb keeper. According to the divination methods of Huang-Lao, tomb keepers, corpse collectors, and practitioners of evil Incantation Technique are all considered unlucky. They can't possibly have much good fortune, let alone be a benefactor!"

"Then you'll need to find a more reliable benefactor," Zhang Xuezhou said. "Her current injuries are indeed difficult to treat. If I recklessly use magic and deplete my Law Power, I won't even be able to cast spells anymore, and she'll probably be even harder to save."

Zhang Xuezhou left the woman to dry under the large cauldron for a while, figuring that if she was unlucky, she should be almost done washing by now.

After washing, the woman is likely to have average luck, and it will be difficult for good things to happen, especially in matters involving life and death.

Zhang Xuezhou explained his theory, which made the middle-aged woman think for a long time.

"Is this kind of benefactor really useful?" the middle-aged beauty asked incredulously.

"Give it a try, there's no problem!"

No belief or reason can compare to the power of trying it out. It won't hurt you to believe or not; it won't hurt you to believe or not.

The middle-aged woman pondered for a while before asking about the relevant conditions.

"Their cultivation level needs to be higher than the child's, and ideally, they should be someone from a powerful dynasty or court that can offer assistance, without conflicting with the child. If that's the case, I know a widow who does fit your criteria, but her husband died a few years ago. Oh, the husband didn't affect her; his death was just bad luck!"

The middle-aged woman finally found peace.

Zhang Xuezhou's selection criteria aren't particularly unique; anyone who meets the above conditions is unlikely to have bad luck.

This was something Zhang Xuezhou had discussed with Dong Zhongshu and others. They all wanted to change their fortunes by relying on the imperial court, and some even thought about attaching themselves to the new emperor to improve their luck. They had relatively clear standards for selecting the right people.

Whether the widow brought in was serving tea and water or bathing the woman, these things could all be considered helping.

When they called for help again, the middle-aged woman drove a bronze chariot, leading everyone away from the hall.

They traversed back and forth in the underground palace, and by the time the middle-aged beauty spurred the bronze horse to charge upwards, they had already broken through the ground.

The lazy sunlight shines on my body, and the gentle breeze makes me feel comfortable.

Compared to the area beneath the cauldron, the outside temperature and other conditions are indeed superior.

"Wait for me, I'm going to find that widow, I'll be right back!"

The bronze chariot finally stopped under a pavilion covered with weeds, where there were straw mats, firewood, and Pill Furnace.

After placing the woman down, the middle-aged beauty bowed to Zhang Xuezhou and then drifted away on the wind.

"What a place where hidden talents reside!"

Zhang Xuezhou glanced in the direction of the underground palace and realized that hidden schools of thought were emerging one after another in the Southern Jambudvipa Continent, and even a tomb-guarding woman possessed unfathomable abilities.

He pondered for a moment, then lifted the lid of the Pill Furnace in the pavilion, and was immediately hit by a pungent smell.

The women's alchemy did not involve mixing various herbs, but rather resembled chemical pharmaceutical manufacturing, adding cinnabar, metals, pebbles, realgar, and other substances to ultimately form an 'external elixir'.

"He needs to have his stomach pumped!"

Zhang Xuezhou made his final judgment.

The fact that demon blood alters one's constitution is one thing; at most, it might cause some Demonization in parts of the body, or turn a person into a chaotic and irrational creature. However, the woman may also have been poisoned.

The inability of the Supreme Purity True Technique to resolve poisoning may be one of the reasons why the victim's wounds are difficult to heal.

Zhang Xuezhou paced back and forth, constantly pondering how to solve the problem of gastric lavage.

The woman was in a very confused state, so inducing vomiting and lavaging her stomach might be difficult. However, Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't be able to get his hands on any emetic chemicals in a short time.

As Zhang Xuezhou pondered this question, he saw a middle-aged woman gracefully approaching from afar, with a large bird with three blue tail feathers circling above her head.

"I've helped you with this, so you absolutely must avenge my husband!"

The voice, filled with bitterness and resentment, came through, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

As the middle-aged beauty and the large bird approached, Zhang Xuezhou saw the bird transform upon landing, becoming a beautiful woman dressed in a feathered robe.

"Stop thinking about revenge all the time," the middle-aged woman advised. "I heard that the Ten Yin Holy Son is already dead. You can try to be more open-minded!"

"My husband once said that the Ten Yin Holy Son has two lives, and he won't die so easily," the beautiful woman replied.

"But he's really dead. Zhu Jiuyin even launched a war to avenge the Ten Yin Holy Son," the middle-aged woman said helplessly. "You may not believe me, but you should at least believe Zhu Jiuyin!"

"Zhu Jiuyin is old and his eyesight isn't good; he might have misjudged!"

The beautiful woman kept nagging, and it wasn't until the middle-aged woman urged her several times that she finally turned her gaze to the woman on the ground.

"I don't know how to save people," the beautiful woman said, spreading her hands. "Tell me how, and I'll help you!"

"The Ten Yin Holy Son? My husband? Zhu Jiuyin launching a war of revenge?"

Amidst the beautiful woman's incessant chatter, Zhang Xuezhou roughly guessed her identity.

If Zhu Shiyin hasn't mistaken the person, then the woman before him is the wife of the Hairy Head Sun Star Official in Heavenly Court.

The other party originated from the Heavenly Court, possessed an identity similar to that of the imperial court, and had extremely high cultivation levels.

For such a beautiful woman to entrust this middle-aged woman with such a request, even if the middle-aged woman is not at the level of Sacred Land Lord, she most likely possesses the strength of an existence like the Golden Crow Great Emperor.

Zhang Xuezhou seemed to be deep in thought. When the middle-aged woman asked how he could help, he suggested the idea of lavaging her stomach.

"I know how to do that!"

Before Zhang Xuezhou could explain the difficulties of gastric lavage, the beautiful woman quickly agreed.