Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect, on the Sunset Peak.

Just as Bai Xueling was still immersed in the joy of her female disciple’s successive breakthroughs…

An unexpected thing suddenly happened.

Her precious disciple, Mo Yuanqing, had started to display strange behavior.

Her entire body was burning hot, and her lips were pale.

The painful and twisted expression on her face showed how painful she was feeling at the moment.

“Master, What’s wrong with third Senior Sister?” Shen Yaoling, who was the last one to break out of the array, asked anxiously.

Bai Xueling frowned and checked, but she still did not find anything wrong.

At this moment, the condition of Shen Yaoling’s body was no different from that of an ordinary person. Except for the astonishing height of her body temperature, she did not find anything unusual.

However, it was precisely because they could not find the reason that made them feel even more helpless. At the same time, they became even more uneasy.

Spirit energy continuously surged into Shen Yaoling’s body. Although it could not fundamentally solve her current problem, it could also alleviate her pain by a lot.

Bai Xueling and the others might not know what was happening to her at this moment, but Mo Yuanqing suddenly realized that something was strange in her body.

She was shocked to realize that the source was actually the Human Emperor bloodline in her body.

Normally, the Human Emperor bloodline was hidden in her heart. Only when she activated that power would it surge throughout her body. Now, however, the human emperor bloodline had barged out of her body without being activated.

The boiling bloodline power was like a wild beast that was running around in her body.

How could this feeling not be chaotic?

Puff!

Mo Yuanqing spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately fainted.

“Yes, Junior Sister has suffered a backlash from the bloodline power.”

The Human Emperor bloodline had disappeared for thousands of years, so it was normal for Bai Xueling not to recognize it. However, Su Yan’er, who was standing by the side, discovered the key.

Bloodline power was a strange power.

When a cultivator with a certain cultivation level appeared among the ancestors, the power of the bloodline inheritance would appear in the descendants’ bloodlines.

It was obvious that the bloodline power in Mo Yuanqing’s body was out of control now, and this uncontrollable bloodline power was known as the bloodline backlash.

Su Yan’er was keenly aware that the bloodline in Mo Yuanqing’s body was not complete. Perhaps this was the reason why she was suffering from the bloodline backlash now.

After sending Mo Yuanqing back to her room to rest, everyone finally found out the origin of the bloodline power from Su Yan’er.

“Yan’er, what will happen if the bloodline backfires?” Bai Xueling kept injecting her spiritual power into Mo Yuanqing’s body as she looked at Su Yan’er.

Although Bai Xueling had never seen the so-called bloodline power, she had learned a bit from the secret scrolls of the Sect. However, the information obtained about the bloodline power was too vague and limited, so there was no solution to Mo Yuanqing’s situation.

Sensing Bai Xueling and Shen Yaoling’s anxious eyes, Su Yan’er let out a long sigh.

In her previous life, she could easily solve the problem in front of her with a wave of her hand. However, she was only a Soul Formation cultivator now.

“Master, Third Junior Sister’s situation is not bad. However, it’s not easy to solve it.”

Bai Xueling’s eyes flashed with a sharp glint when she heard that.

“Senior Sister, you said that Ling’er can help as well,” said Shen Yaoling, who was at the side.

She could only watch helplessly. The feeling of not being able to intervene was truly unbearable.

Su Yan’er nodded lightly and took out a tender shoot from the Mysterious Heavenly Treasure Hall.

She crushed the tender shoot into foam and sprinkled it in the bathtub. Then, she carried Mo Yuanqing, who was already unconscious, into it.

Seeing Mo Yuanqing’s expression gradually relax, everyone finally let out a sigh of relief.

“This is the god-calming tree. Using the medicinal bath can temporarily put the bloodline power in Junior Sister’s body into a deep sleep, but because this god-calming tree’s grade is not high enough, it can only last for seven days. After seven days, Junior Sister will still fall into the berserk state of the bloodline power.”

“Currently, the only solution is to find a god-calming tree that’s above the ninth grade. Only then can we completely resolve the hidden dangers in Junior Sister’s body.”

“A ninth grade spirit medicine?” Bai Xueling took out everything from her storage ring.

Spirit medicines of the eighth or ninth grade appeared in her hands one after another, and they were thrown aside by her.

After a long time, Bai Xueling shook her head.

“I don’t have the god-calming tree you mentioned either.”

As she said this, she seemed to have thought of something and flew out of the house.

“Yan’er, Ling’er, you guys take good care of Qing’er. I’ll be right back.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she had already disappeared from the Sunset Peak.

In the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect, if there were a place that had the most spirit herbs, it would naturally be the resource hall that was in charge of the spirit herbs storehouse.

The resource hall was the most important part of a sect, and it had always been in the hands of the Sect Master.

In a courtyard of the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect.

Zhuang Changhe was tasting the miscellaneous books in his hands, and from time to time, he would let out a wretched laugh or two.

Suddenly, a breeze blew past.

White Snow Spirit stepped on the three-foot-long blade and soared into the sky.

She could hear that clear and cold voice from afar.

“Senior Brother!”

Zhuang Changhe, who was relaxing, hid the book in his hand behind his back when he heard someone calling his name.

He pretended as if nothing had happened and sat down cross-legged.

“Haha! Junior Sister, why didn’t you tell me you were back? When did you come back?”

“Well, Junior Sister Ling’er, what do you mean by this?”

Looking at the slender hand stretching out in front of him, Zhuang Changhe did not come back to his senses for a moment.

“Give it to me!”

“Junior Sister, what are you talking about? I don’t really understand.”

Zhuang Changhe kept the book in his hand into his storage ring without batting an eyelid.

His precious female disciple was still in a deep sleep, so Bai Xueling did not have the mood to continue playing charades here. She directly said :

“A god-calming tree above ninth-grade, the more the better!”

Huff!

So she was here to ask for spirit herbs!

Zhuang Changhe let out a sigh of relief.

However, he did possess a god-calming tree but it was basically at sixth or seventh-grade. How could he have a ninth-grade god-calming tree?

“Junior Sister, the place where the god-calming tree grows is quite strange. Senior brother only has a few seventh-grade ones here.”

“Since Junior Sister has spoken, Senior Brother will naturally hand them over with both his own hands.”

Bai Xueling’s expression sank when she heard this.

Although the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect was not the top sect in the Eastern Wastelands, it could still be ranked in the top ten of the Sect’s forces. But Zhuang Changhe actually said that there was not a single ninth grade god-calming tree?

Was this god-calming tree so rare?

Zhuang Changhe explained.

“Junior Sister, you might not know this, but in the entire Eastern Wastelands, there is only one place where the god-calming tree grows. and the higher the grade of the spirit medicine, the deeper one has to go in order to find it. Basically, the cultivators who enter the depths have never come out, which is why the god-calming tree of a higher grade is rare.”

“Thousand miles of Red Cliff?”

Zhuang Changhe nodded.

She should have thought of it long ago. The god-calming tree was a fire-type spirit herb, and it had a very high requirement for the environment it lived in. Its medicinal properties, which could pacify all living things, benefited from a mysterious power.

And the only place in the entire Eastern Wastelands that was suitable for it to grow, was undoubtedly that legendary dead and silent place.

Bai Xueling walked out expressionlessly, and when she reached the main door, she said lightly.

“We cultivators should have a clear mind and few desires. Senior Brother is the Master of a Sect, you should pay more attention to your resources!”

After saying this, Bai Xueling rode on her sword and left.

Zhuang Changhe: “…”