"Alright." Mu Tian nodded.
...
Inside the inn room,
a voice suddenly called out.
"Wen Ping, run!"
Shi Hua abruptly sat up from the bed, looking disoriented, but she paused when she looked around.
Where was this?
From outside the room, Miao Yin spoke, shouting down to Wen Ping sitting below, "Sect Leader, she’s awake."
Upon hearing this, Wen Ping was overjoyed. He jumped upstairs in three quick steps.
Pushed the door open!
"You’re awake."
Wen Ping hurried to the bedside, picked up the cup of water on the table, and handed it to her, "You’ve slept for a long time, have some water."
"Wen Ping, why are you here, leave quickly. That wicked woman wants to kill you... she’s in the Divine Profound Realm." Shi Hua didn’t take the cup; instead, she urged Wen Ping to run, "You escape, I’ll... I’ll..."
Mid-sentence, she faltered.
Because Wen Ping gently pressed the cup against her lips and tilted it slightly, "It’s okay now; that wicked woman has already been killed by me."
"Wen Ping, I’m not joking with you..." Shi Hua suddenly touched her head, surprised it wasn’t hurting. She clearly remembered hitting her head; it hurt so much she passed out with no consciousness.
"It’s okay; she’s dead. See, aren’t we both fine now?"
"Dead?" she replied with just two words this time.
Evidently, she didn’t believe Wen Ping.
But seeing Wen Ping standing unharmed in front of her, she breathed a long sigh of relief.
As long as Wen Ping was fine, everything was wonderful.
After feeding Shi Hua two sips of water, Wen Ping continued, "Don’t doubt; I have a friend in the Divine Profound Upper Realm who brought me here. He helped me kill the wicked woman. He’s probably just outside the door now..." Wen Ping knew, without this reason, she wouldn’t believe him.
Then Ji Liangping cooperatively entered and immediately opened the Meridian Gate.
The double Anomalous Vein Meridian Gate appeared!
Shi Hua saw it and froze.
After a long pause, she finally uttered, "Really?"
Shi Hua looked around, doubtful.
After enduring two months of suffering, it was hard for her to believe miracles or hope existed in the world.
She had once thought that death might be the only relief.
But now, Wen Ping told her the wicked woman was dead, and she quickly pinched herself, and pain struck immediately.
"It’s true, not a dream."
But after saying this, Shi Hua fell silent.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Before long, sobbing sounds came, Shi Hua cried for joy like a child.
"Want to eat something?"
"I’m not hungry." Shi Hua shook her head, pulling her hair down again to cover half of her face.
Obviously, she still didn’t want Wen Ping to see her current self too much.
But compared to yesterday, it’s much better; at least, she now accepts herself.
Without much comment, Wen Ping stood up, walked over, opened the door, and was about to speak when he saw Ji Liangping standing with a wooden tray in front of him, saying, "Sect Leader Wen, I had someone prepare this Spiritual Cuisine, with miraculous healing effects!"
"Thanks." Wen Ping took the tray.
Ji Liangping giggled, "Sect Leader Wen, you’re welcome."
In the future, the Celestial Academy would have to rely on the Immortal Sect; what’s a dish costing a dozen White Crystals each in comparison?
Wen Ping returned to the room with the Spiritual Cuisine, placed it before Shi Hua, and handed it to her, "Eat up. You heard it, right? This is healing Spiritual Cuisine. Once you’re healed, you can do whatever you want, and no one can stop you."
"Wen Ping, I..."
Words of gratitude couldn’t slip out at this very moment.
Wen Ping understood, so he patted her head, stood up, prepared to leave, "You rest here. I have some things to take care of."