This time, Jiang Ke’er did not hold back.
A brilliant white light radiated from her hands as she poured both her Spiritual Power and Spiritual Soul into the injured cultivator’s body!
The injured cultivator’s body was enveloped in white light and floated up into the sky.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the wounds on his body healed at a visibly rapid pace—down to every capillary, every tiny vein.
It was a warm, enviable, and deeply desired power, carrying a delicate fragrance like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley.
Because Jiang Ke’er did not hide this time, all the cultivators could clearly see every wound heal—from the inside out—meticulously restored with such precision that not a single scar was left behind. In fact, the muscles, bones, and veins grew even stronger under the nourishment of this power!
Truly miraculous!
“This…” Jin Ping was dumbfounded.
“How could such a medical cultivation technique even exist in this world? With just the Spiritual Soul strength of a minor Four Symbols Phase cultivator, how could it achieve such detailed vein reconnection? I don’t believe it… I just don’t believe it!”
But disbelief was futile.
The white light had already spread to the right hand where he had stitched before, ruthlessly dissolving the spiritual energy threads he had sewn and reconnecting the wound anew.
“Don’t touch my work!” Jin Ping’s eyes turned bloodshot, his mind unraveling as he drew a small knife and suddenly attacked, trying to strike Jiang Ke’er.
At this moment, Jiang Ke’er was fully focused and had no energy to defend herself.
“How dare you?!”
Unexpectedly, a deafening chorus of angry shouts erupted from nearby, the force of which made the knife in Jin Ping’s hand drop to the ground.
He fell backward in terror, losing control of himself.
The cultivators of Taiming Sect swarmed forward, shielding Jiang Ke’er and the injured cultivator in their formation.
Although the Hall of the Wild Dragon cultivators rushed in at once to confront the Taiming Sect, they only managed to retrieve their own medical cultivators and could not harm Jiang Ke’er.
The white light gradually dimmed as the cultivator fell back into the crowd and was caught.
He slowly regained consciousness.
No sooner had he awakened than he jumped out from the crowd and shouted at Jin Ping, cursing, “That hurt like hell! You almost sewed my hand into a rice dumpling, and there was no sign of improvement at all! So useless—who gave you the right to bully our little junior sister!”
“Pfft—” Jin Ping spat out blood on the spot and fainted, carried away by his fellow disciples.
Iron Prison, the Hall of the Wild Dragon Elder, snorted coldly. “This is just a small victory. Don’t get too proud, Taiming Sect! Hall of the Wild Dragon disciples, fall back!”
“Fall back? Come when you want, leave when you want?”
A clear, youthful voice rang out from the crowd.
Jiang Ke’er struggled free from the protection of her senior brothers and sisters and looked coldly at Iron Prison.
“You bullied my senior brothers from Taiming Sect and dared to use your dirty hands to disgust Master Yiqin, committing countless evil deeds… And you think you can just walk away without a scratch?”
“Oh?” Iron Prison turned around with a sneer. “Exactly, I intend to walk away. Little girl, and you useless lot from Taiming Sect… what can you do to stop us?”
“You can’t stop us? You really can’t,” Jiang Ke’er shook her head, then flipped her hand and pulled a transparent crystal from her hair.
The transparent crystal emitted a faint glow as Jiang Ke’er infused it with Spiritual Power, instantly projecting a 3D holographic scene in the sky.
From Iron Prison’s arrogant and domineering provocations when he first arrived, to the moment he pointed at Jiang Ke’er with sinister certainty and pride.
Then, Jiang Ke’er healing the injured cultivator, followed by the sour expression on his greenish, constipated old face.
Along with many other details of the confrontation—Jiang Ke’er had recorded the entire malicious provocation perfectly.
“Recording videos to stir trouble isn’t just your specialty,” Jiang Ke’er smiled and nodded at Iron Prison before turning to face Yiqin.
“Master, your disciple has not failed you. This is the result. You can edit it and show it to the world.”
“You little clever one,” Yiqin said with a smile, fondly ruffling Jiang Ke’er’s hair. Jiang Ke’er snuggled obediently against her.
The Hall of the Wild Dragon had originally intended to use the recording crystal of the contest victory to edit and release it, smearing Lingyin Valley’s reputation in order to seize a larger share of the pill market.
Now, the situation had completely reversed.
Yiqin stored the crystal in the Qiankun Bag.
Iron Prison’s face instantly turned black with rage.
He anxiously said, “Master Yiqin! Let’s talk this through! That crystal—we Hall of the Wild Dragon can pay a heavy price to buy it back!”
Yiqin thought for a moment and replied, “Fine, but you first slap yourself ten times.”
“Bang bang bang—”
Iron Prison hurriedly complied, slapping himself with such force the ground seemed to shake, his face beaten raw and swollen!
After finishing the slaps, Iron Prison’s bruised face forced out an ugly smile. “Master Yiqin, now…?”
“Slap yourself ten more times.” Jiang Ke’er whispered in Yiqin’s ear.
Yiqin stifled a laugh and said, “Iron Prison, slap yourself ten more times!”
“Ah?”
Iron Prison was stunned. If only he had gone easier before!
Helpless, he gritted his teeth and slapped himself ten more times.
Jiang Ke’er leaned in again, whispering something else to Yiqin.
Yiqin struggled to hold back laughter. “No, not as hard as before. Now slap yourself another ten times… then imitate a pig’s grunt loudly!”
“…”
Iron Prison’s face fell.
“Bang bang bang—”
“Oink oink~~”
“This should be enough now! I really know I’m wrong! That crystal…” Iron Prison’s voice was hoarse.
To show sincerity, he had put great force into slapping himself! Each hit was real—you could hear it in the sound… his face was probably fractured!
Jiang Ke’er glanced at the dents on his cheeks and knew if he kept going, he’d be seriously hurt or worse.
So she whispered something again to Yiqin.
Yiqin burst out laughing, “Alright, since you look this miserable, it’s not easy… You can give yourself ten final slaps! But they can’t be lighter than before!”
“Ah?” Iron Prison grimly looked at his palm, then steeled himself. “I’ll slap myself, but when I’m done, you have to give me the crystal!”
“Slap first,” Yiqin said.
Iron Prison bit his lip.
“Bang bang bang bang—”
After this round, Iron Prison’s old face was completely sunken in. No matter how skilled the medical cultivation was, restoring his appearance was impossible now.
Blood dripped down his face as he glared fiercely at Yiqin.
The scheming Jiang Ke’er whispered more suggestions into Yiqin’s ear.
Now, every time Iron Prison saw this gesture, his liver quivered—this devil was definitely behind it! This brat was wicked beyond reason!
Master Yiqin laughed heartily. “Alright, Iron Prison, you may leave now.”
“???”
Iron Prison opened his mouth in shock. “The recording crystal…”
“I never said I’d give it to you. That’s because you were too obedient.”
“???”
Iron Prison was so furious his vision darkened, his blood pressure rising—his bleeding face even began to worsen.
“Forget it, I’m teasing you.” Master Yiqin tossed the crystal over.
“Here, take it. Look at how miserable you are.”
Iron Prison let out a long breath, overjoyed as he caught the crystal, then threw it to the ground and quickly crushed it underfoot.
Just then, he saw Jiang Ke’er reach into her hair again.
She pulled out another crystal.
Iron Prison: “???”
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