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My name is Luo Niang.

Four thousand years ago, our clansmen left the human world and the Demonic Beast nation, migrating all the way from Pang Huang to climb the mountain and trek the river. In the end, Father and Mother took a fancy to the abundant life force of the land and settled down on the mountaintop.

We live and live in this vast land, carefully avoiding human search and capture, while living in a dark cave where the sun is out of sight of the world, quiet ordinary days.

My father was born from the Primal Chaos of All Things, and was the same age as the continent of the Mistral Continent. He was two thousand years older than the current unified Hong Huang Kingdom of mankind. He was a master of all things in the immortal world. He had great prestige and vast knowledge. Normally, he would transform into an old man who relied on his staff. His hair would be white all over and he would always be full of energy.

He resigned from his celestial position and decided to live in seclusion with my mother. According to my elder brother, he was also a rather large official. When I was a child, I was full of curiosity and ran to ask my father. My father only stroked his beard and replied with a smile, "What kind of official is this? Don't listen to your elder brother's nonsense!" Your father is already so old, but he's only got an idea in the mortal world … People like to call me your dad... What? Oh, right, right. You like to call me "Earthen Lord", hahahaha!

Although I don't understand why the humans call me daddy like this, but seeing that they are everywhere building a temple for my dad and they are always pious in worshiping me at festivals, I don't care so much about this rustic name.

I am my father's youngest daughter, my entire family has seven people. Other than me, my eldest brother, second brother, third brother, and fourth sister were all unlucky enough to be discovered and tracked down by humans when they were out in the open.

My brothers and sisters, Xiantian Immortals, immortals, immortal, superb mana, are not even afraid of the most ferocious Demonic Beast on the mountain, but they all became ordinary human medicine stores that have no soul energy but are able to find ways to kill us, selling them at high prices.

I am a 1000-years-old ginseng, and when I heard that humans call us 1000-years-old ginseng clans "immortal medicine" and "the king of medicine", I was very confused, humans are really very smart ah, we didn't reveal anything and actually know that we are immortal, but being so smart, why can't we have the same kind of intelligence as that?

Don't humans have brothers and sisters? No parents?

Was killing someone else's family such a natural thing to do? To make others feel pain, to become lonely, to lose one's true love, is it only for the sake of happiness that humans do these things?

It's really hard for me to understand humans.

My father held me tightly. He hadn't shed a single tear in four thousand years, and after experiencing the pain of losing his son again, he seemed to have aged eight thousand years in one night. I was surprised, because I had never seen my father cry. Since the day Sister Four was taken away, Mother had been heartbroken. Even though she was a high level immortal, she eventually fell ill due to heart disease. Dad is holding my hand, the big hand is squeezing me very painfully, his voice is old and trembling, Screw, remember Dad's words — —

Our Ginseng Clan is an Immortal Body. Even if we have great power, we can't bully the weak and weak. Whether or not humans had soul power, they were all greedy and scary. Although they were weak, their bodies were entangled with their desire, they were brutal and tyrannical, more dangerous than Demonic Beast s, more prophetic than immortal beings, more cruel than evil spirits, because greed would constantly drive them to break through their limits.

From today onwards, Father will not allow you to take a single step into the human world.

From the moment I became my father's only daughter, I also seemed to have become a lonely person.

The clan had decreed that all members of the clan were not allowed to go out after dawn. We had to carefully walk out of the dark cave after nightfall and enter a darker and darker world.

I can't make friends who can talk because I'm not the same as my fellow Immortals. I was always playing by myself in the woods at the top of the mountain, or using my magic to make the plants into moving goblins to keep me company, but no matter how hard I tried to use better spells, the goblins who existed as goddesses were unable to talk to me. They would babble and dance around me, and be my loyal runners and followers forever, but they would never be my friends.

The day I met the Young Master Wen, I still believe that it was my fate.

I fell asleep that night, and when I woke up, the sky was starting to glow with a faint red light. The sun was about to rise, and I had a bad feeling, so I got up and ran home.

A short man wearing an old blue shirt with patches on it and a thin, pale man kneeled on the ground. He was gentle and his face was pale and he was holding onto a knife with one hand. The knife's edge was pressed tightly against his arm as he looked down at the ground.

I tiptoed and followed his gaze with curiosity. It was a peony plant that had yet to sprout.

It was a pity that the blooming period of the Peony Hundred Day Red was extremely short, so its natural date was to blossom for an hour every hundred years. If the blooming period was missed, one would have to be fed with fresh blood, and who knows how long it would have to be fed before it would blossom again … As the difficulty of obtaining it was too high, the existence of this flower was more or less questioned, and many people were arguing over it.

When Daddy told me about it, he said he was going to pick it for me to see. Dad admitted it, but even he didn't know where it was.

I hid in a gap in the grove and watched him cut his wrist. Gritting his teeth, he raised his arms, trembling slightly, and brought them close to the tight bud. The bright red blood seeped out of his skin, dripping, dripping, piercing the air and dripping onto the tip of the white bud.

I just watched in silence as the man in blue, who had a terrible complexion, slashed, cut, and cut his arms until they were bruised and bruised from side to side just to feed the flowers. Looking at his pale lips and the huge drops of sweat dripping down his face, I felt an inexplicable pain in my heart.

After that, I would sneak to that place every day towards dawn to see if he was there. To my surprise, this human man was quite persistent, unstoppable, punctual, and never missed a day to feed himself with blood on the hills of the wilderness. Every time I saw him roll up his sleeves and show off his raw, raw, and battered arms, I felt very upset.

On the ninety-ninth day of his unremitting self-mutilation, I was finally unable to suppress my agitation and curiosity. I pushed through the bushes and came out, slapping away the knife he was about to cut.

The man remained kneeling and raised his arms, surprised to see me so suddenly, and for the first time I saw his whole face, a thin, pale, plain, human face with bloodless lips, a poor man with a thin, bony figure.

What do you want to do with the stamen of a peony? I asked him, watching his expression without blinking.

The man was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head and mocked himself, smiling as he said," You have made me laugh. In my family, there is an old lady in her sixties who has been suffering from a strange illness that has not been cured for a long time. I heard that the Vast Sky Mountain has been established for a long time, and its spiritual energy is very strong.

The heavens were kind enough to give Wen a good slap on the face. Wen had been watering him with his blood for 99 days. The medical code said that after 100 days, the flower would bloom.

You're stupid.

I squatted down and jabbed the man hard in the forehead. The man's eyes widened and his face instantly turned bright red. He held his forehead and stammered. Men and women should not be intimate with each other … Moreover, this was the first time that Wen had ever seen a lady … Can't Make...

It was written in the medical manual that you will bleed for 100 days? What if it said 1000 days? Are you going to let the blood run dry?

The man was sitting on the ground, staring blankly at me. Wen said, "Wen, Wen said, I didn't think that way …"

I stood up and turned my back to him. Raising my sleeves, I looked at the layers of thin and transparent scales on my skin. I was silent for a long time before I asked softly, "You really want to save your mother?"

The man immediately stood up, and his voice was filled with an unshakeable determination. His deep voice slowly entered my ears, "I lost my father when I was young, and my mother worked hard to pull me up. Now that my mother is sick, how can I not think of a way to cure her?"

Closing my eyes, I steeled my heart and tore off the skin with force from my fingertips. I peeled off a transparent scale on my arm and turned around. Ignoring the blood that slowly seeped out from my injured arm, I quickly took his hand and stuffed it into his palm.

Here you are. Just as I said that, the skin on my wound started to hurt. Unable to hold it in any longer, I took a deep breath and hid my bleeding arm behind my back. I didn't expect to hurt myself.

The man opened his palm and saw a transparent scale the size of a thumb nail. He asked in confusion, "Girl, is this …?"

I pulled open a smile that I thought was beautiful, and casually said, "What a coincidence, I have a pill with me that is even more effective than the Peony Blood Hundred Day Red. Don't look at it as small, you can make some tea for your mother to drink."

Trust me, your mother will definitely recover.