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Yan Yu cried loudly. Before she was fifteen years old, before she entered the Immemorial Time Valley, she was already a commander in the sect. It would be fine as long as she sent people to execute whatever she had thought of.

But now, in the bloody village, there was only one person left who could move. She really didn't know how to face them. There were more than 120 injured people!

Was there any use in crying? No one could help him now. She had to rely on herself.

With great effort, she calmed herself down and took out all the pellets from the Space Ring. Luckily, she was a princess who came from the Purple Qi Pavilion, and possessed a large number of pellets of all different grades.

Once again, she calmed herself down. She immediately thought that she should cure Tai Jia, Wu Ding, Shao Kang, Xiaoyi, Shang Wuyang, Shang Wuyang and the others first, they should all be fine.

The current Yan Yu did not care that much anymore, in order to let these few people wake up first, she had actually directly given each of them a third class healing Spiritual Pill.

Each and every one of the Purple Qi Pavilion healing Spiritual Pill was hard to find, let alone a third grade Spiritual Pill. Thus, after Tai Jia and the rest consumed the Spiritual Pill, they woke up one after another, and the energy in their bodies started to fluctuate non-stop.

"Did you give us the Spiritual Pill?" Tai Jia asked after he woke up.

"Yes!" It's a third stage Spiritual Pill! " Yan Yu replied.

"It's too wasteful, I'm afraid we have to go into closed door cultivation, do not let others take it, your cultivation is too weak, give them some mortal pills, if you are too injured, just use a low levelled Qi Pill."

Tai Jia said loudly.

"Alright!" Yan Yu immediately nodded and agreed.

"Everyone listen up, those who have consumed the Spiritual Pill will start their closed doors cultivation immediately, do not let the spirit energy dissipate!" Under Tai Jia's orders, Wu Ding, Shao Kang, Xiaoyi, Shang Wuyang and the rest of them immediately followed Tai Jia and went into closed doors cultivation on the plaza.

In the midst of the Xingu Village filled with blood, a white figure floated about. He passed medicinal pellets to each disciple of the New Valley, and even bandaged their wounds if they were too severely injured.

Very quickly, the wails of the New Valley disciples stopped, but they were replaced by despairing wails.

The majority of New Valley's disciples were disciples from various powers or aristocratic families on the continent. Although cultivating normally was difficult, they lived a life of luxury, and each and every one of them were talented people among the powers.

However, after entering the Immemorial Time Valley, they did not have to live a good day. It was said that the Immemorial Time Valley was a sacred ground for cultivation, but how was this their holy land? To them, this place was practically hell!

Accompanying the cries of the New Valley disciples, Yan Yu also silently wept. As she was busy, she would occasionally cast her gaze in the direction of the village.

At this time, she really hoped that Qin Gong would suddenly come out from the village and help her wipe the tears off her face. She would throw herself into her arms and tell her of the things that she missed him!

However, reality was cruel. Even when the sky had turned completely dark, she still hadn't finished her work, and the heavens had not given her any surprises.

It wasn't until the middle of the moon that she finished bandaging the wounds of the last wounded and gave her pills.

Loneliness, helplessness, and an indescribable feeling of grievance seized her heart. Unable to bear it any longer, she walked to a quiet corner and began to cry loudly.

In the Purple Qi Pavilion, she was like a bright pearl, always being surrounded by love, but she had never felt happy.

She felt that her Purple Qi Pavilion was too oppressive. She wanted to leave that place like crazy and experience the larger world outside.

But now, she began to deeply miss her father, her mother, and everyone within the Purple Qi Pavilion. Afterwards, a sickly, pale figure of a young boy appeared in her mind once more.

That was five years ago, when she was not even ten years old yet. A tall and sturdy middle-aged man with a handsome appearance came to Purple Qi Pavilion with a little boy.

That man was the patriarch Qin Zheng of the southeastern Devil Cloud Mountain, while that sickly bookish little boy was the successor Qin Gong of the Demon-suppressing Family.

It was said that the successor of the Demon-suppressing Family, Qin Gong, was a cripple without a dantian. His father had run through most of the Firmament Continent for him, hoping that someone would help him rebuild his dantian so that he could cultivate.

The reason they came to the Purple Qi Pavilion was to change Qin Gong's body using medicinal pellets. Even if it could not reconstruct his dantian, it was necessary for him to become a healthy person.

The Purple Qi Pavilion seemed to have some connection with the Demon-suppressing Family. His father, who originally refused to meet any big shots behind closed doors, personally welcomed them into the pavilion's important grounds and allowed them to live in the Purple Qi Pavilion.

After that, she got to know Demon-suppressing Family's heir, Qin Gong, and very quickly, the two children became good friends.

Although Qin Gong was unable to cultivate, the ten year old still possessed a profound understanding that was incomparable to his age. When the two of them met, Yan Yu, who was still a child, was deeply attracted to Qin Gong.

She was originally a willful little child, and her cultivation was already relatively strong at the age of ten. However, in front of a cripple like Qin Gong, Yan Yu was filled with a sense of reliance and boundless sense of security.

During the time Qin Gong was staying at the Purple Qi Pavilion, Yan Yu had forgotten about her favorite refining methods. Her cultivation and playing zither had always been intertwined with him.

Even though Qin Gong was only older than her by a few months, he was still an adult in front of her. He had never felt sad for being a cripple himself either.

The poems he read out were very nice to hear, and every poem had a moving story to tell. Although Yan Yu had not read too many books, she understood immediately and shed tears because of them.

My hair was just falling back, and I was acting in front of the floral doorway.

The young man came riding on a bamboo horse, circling the bed to make green plums.

Living in the same house for a long time, there was nothing to guess.

"..."

Thus, for the first time, Yan Yu understood the meaning of a childhood sweetheart.

Fourteen was a king's wife, her shame had yet to be tasted.

He lowered his head to the dark wall.

From the beginning, he raised his brows. He was willing to be together with the dust and dust.

As long as you have faith, you will never look up to your husband.

Therefore, when Yan Yu was not even ten years old, he had a deep affection for her. She cried and said to Qin Gong: "Elder Brother Qin Gong, when you're fourteen, can you marry me?"

Qin Gong sighed at the sky, "Girl, you and I are not the same kind of people!"

Thus, he pointed at the moon in the sky, then pointed at the fireflies in the ditches, then no longer spoke.

"Are you laughing at me because I'm a firefly? I am a genius within the Purple Qi Pavilion, I will definitely work hard in the future! " Yan Yu said loudly.

But Qin Gong's face was filled with a helpless, bitter smile!