Translation: Aerial Rain Translation (aerialrain.com) by koffeam

After walking through the main gate, Meng Qi directly returned to her room. She hugged the little white tiger tightly on the way back, didn't want to meet another curious person like Lu Qingran.

As an ordinary disciple, her room was not large. It was furnished with a simple bed, table, and a few chairs, all made from bamboo. The little white tiger lazily scanned around with his eyes. Meng Qi had placed him on the only bed in the room. This bamboo bed was covered with a mattress that wasn't soft nor hard. All in all, the room didn't look like a typical girl's boudoir.

The little guy stretched his paws, lazily lay on his stomach. He saw Meng Qi took out a little cauldron from her storage bracelet. The bronze-casted little cauldron was engraved with simple patterns. It looked rough and simple, didn't seem to be a precious magic tool.

Meng Qi threw a lot of spirit herbs into the little cauldron. At the last step, she broke apart an ore-like thing and put it in. Then she drew an array formation around the cauldron.

Normal fire from firewood obviously couldn't be used for refining. High-level medical cultivators usually have to search for a suitable flame. Most of the flames that could be used for refining were spiritual and also very strong. With Meng Qi's current level, she couldn't handle those flames.

The flame array she used now was also taught by her Master. That man was an expert in tool refinery, which was much less popular than medical cultivation in the Three Thousand Worlds. But if one could reach the level of her master, they could transform trash into a divine weapon or drawing arrays on every stone and tree branch and turned it into great magic tools with simple refining.

Meng Qi's time with her Master was too short, so she only learned some superficial knowledge. However, Master was very kind to her. When she first met him, Meng Qi was merely in the Foundation Establishment stage. Yet the other party never disliked or be impatient with her. Instead, he taught her a lot. For example, he taught her how to refine her natal weapon. He also became her research partner. Together, driven by a great curiosity, they studied how to use the medicinal ingredients as the carrier to imbue spells and arrays into pills.

Another one, the flame control array Meng Qi was now using to refine medicine was initially very strong. Among all the flame arrays in Three Thousand Worlds, it was called Lihuo Fire Array and was ranked into the top ten most powerful spiritual flames. If used by an equally powerful master, the flame could blaze into a hundred miles and burn everything on its way.

When Meng Qi's Master helped to find a fire control array for her, he finally chose this Lihuo Fire Array. Then he spent a whole month, exhausting all his expertise to modify the array. Finally, this Lihuo array, which originally could only be used by cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage, was simplified into an array that could be used even by Meng Qi, who barely just formed her golden core. Of course, as she improved her cultivation level, this array would also grow with her and become more powerful.

The faint flame sparked, pulling Meng Qi's mind back into reality. Her eyes were fixed on the bright flame. In a short time, a medicinal fragrance already lingered out. This was the power of the Lihuo array, which shortened the refining time in half. Meng Qi was now still in the Qi Condensation stage, but after improving her cultivation level, the array's rank would also increase. By the time she reached the Great Ascension stage, she might be able to refine medicines in one short breath.

Master.

Meng Qi unconsciously wrote this word on the table. She only knew that her Master came from a hidden sect from the Western Realm. She didn't know his real name, and no one in the Eastern Realm knew him.

So!

Meng Qi's eyes were firm with determination. She would definitely go to the Western Realm. No matter what the relationship the white-robed man had with her master, she still had to go to the Western Realm personally.

The flames in the array burned out quickly. A small clump of green ointment remained in the little cauldron. Its fragrance assailed the nostrils. Simply smelling it made people relaxed.

Meng Qi took out the ointments, turned around, and walked to the bed. She then leaned over and gently held the front paw of the little white tiger.

"It may hurt a little." She coaxed softly. Holding the little fluffy paw, Meng Qi gently blew the wound, "Xiao Qi, endure it a bit, okay?"

Little white tiger: "......"

Who is Xiao Qi?!

Meng Qi carefully applied the ointment to his front paw. The medicinal scent was very relaxing, but the moment it touched the wound, the ointment became painfully hot. In an instant, something seemed to penetrate the wound.

This...

The little tiger looked up at Meng Qi. There was a trace of surprise in his blue eyes.

What a talented girl, she even put a rejuvenating spell into the ointment.

His eyes flashed slightly, recalling the little silver knife. Although it looked simple and crude, and the grade was equally low, the array inscribed on the knife was very familiar to him. It was impossible for a small cultivator from Three Thousand World to know that array. Even in the Demon Realm, it was only known to the selected few in the celestial demon royal clans.

This ointment was also significantly more effective than the pill Meng Qi gave him in the canyon. The little white tiger's front paw previously had been bleeding non-stop. After applying the ointment, although the wound was stinging painfully, the blood apparently stopped flowing.

For a while, Meng Qi held the injured paw before gently lifting it. "It seems to work," Meng Qi smiled slightly and put another pill into his mouth. Soft fingertips rubbed his lips, and a light medicinal fragrance like the pill's scent came from her cold fingers.

The little white tiger's body froze again. He had never been so close to the opposite sex before. Or, to be precise, no woman ever dared to approach him like this.

But... This feeling didn't seem to be bad.

The little white tiger subconsciously licked his lips. The pill's scent had long since dissipated. Still, when lying on Meng Qi's bed, a light medicinal fragrance seemed to exist everywhere. Not thick, but it always surrounded him.

The wound quickly absorbed the small lump of ointment. The original pain was gradually relieved by the burning sensation brought by the ointment. No one spoke in the room. Only Meng Qi's breath could be heard, deep and calm.

She kept holding the little white tiger's paw and waited patiently until the ointment was fully absorbed. After half of the incense stick of time, it was finally absorbed. The last trace of medicinal aura entering the wound, gradually exposing it. No blood oozed out from the open wound, but there was a gleam of silver inside.

Meng Qi hasn't been happy for long before the wound started to bleed again.

What is this?

She was not surprised. If his injuries could be healed so easily, she wouldn't feel troubled. That silver gleam inside must be the main reason that caused the little white tiger to bleed incessantly.

But what is it?

Meng Qi gently lowered the injured paw and stared at the ceiling. Her mind quickly browsed through all the poisons she ever knew in both her present and previous life, but none matched with this little tiger's condition.

"Xiao Qi." Meng Qi reached out to rub his head. "I'm going to visit the sect's library pavilion."

Although Qingfeng Valley was small, it had been established for more than one hundred years. Its history as a medical sect was also close to two hundred years. Every time a disciple return to the sect after traveling outside, they would record their experiences in the bamboo slips and handed them over to the sect in exchange for a certain number of contribution points. All of these records could be found in the library pavilion. The elder who managed the library was Elder Yan. He was also the teacher Meng Qi admired the most in Qingfeng Valley.

Meng Qi set up a trap with some medical substances to prevent people from entering her room. Then she turned back to the lazy little tiger. In fact, even without the little guy's possible relationship with the white-robed man that resembled her master, Meng Qi still wanted to heal him.

-He is so comfortable to touch! Cute, soft, fluffy~

Meng Qi closed the door and walked briskly towards the library pavilion in the sect's back area. At this time, the sun was already setting down. Warm sunset shone on the mountain where Qingfeng Valley was located. Around this time, usually was the most lively in one day, when all the training and classes had just ended. But on her way to the library, Meng Qi didn't see other disciples.

Until she entered the library pavilion's ground floor, she finally saw Elder Yan, who supervised the building. Sitting cross-legged on the chair, a row of bamboo slips floated in front of the elder. Meng Qi couldn't see what kind of movement he made, but the bamboo slips quickly flew upwards. She had seen this scene many times, but still couldn't help but look up at the flying bamboo slips.

The library pavilion in Qingfeng Valley wasn't large. It was a four-story building with an empty middle section. On each side, bookshelves were hanging from the ceiling to the floor. The upper sides were full of overlapping bamboo slips. There was a spiral staircase going up from the first to the third floor. But further up, there were no stairs.

Most of the bamboo slips stayed on the first floor and flew into one of the bookshelves on this floor. Except for one, that slowly flying to the third floor, and landed on one of the empty shelves.

"Meng Qi." Elder Yan opened his eyes. He looked like to be in his early thirties. He wore Qingfeng Valley's blue robe, his long hair bundled up on the top of his head, slantedly bounded by a strange-shaped bamboo headdress.

"Elder Yan." Meng Qi respectfully saluted him. "This disciple would want to ask for Elder's help."

Elder Yan did not ask her the details. Instead, he stared at Meng Qi: "Today, some honored guests came to our sect. The sect leader called all the disciples to go to greet them at the great hall. Why are you here?"

"Honored guests?" For a moment, Meng Qi was confused before she finally remembered. Just now, Lu Qingran was waiting for Chu Tianfeng at the main gate, so the guests must be people from Fentian Palace.

Aren't they so fast?! She literally had just healed Chu Tianfeng!

But this had nothing to do with Meng Qi. In her previous life, she was locked up in the dungeon and managed to survive the dangerous period without even a single scratch. This time... If she was careful, she should be fine.

"This disciple doesn't know." She answered honestly.

There was a faint smile in Elder Yan's eyes: "I heard it were the Fentian Palace's young master and his sect's elders. You don't want to meet them?"

Fentian Palace's young master was very famous in the Eastern Realm. The young man was handsome and also a genius cultivator. There were indeed many women who wished to be his cultivation's partner.

"The sect leader was there with other senior brothers and sisters. It doesn't matter if this disciple doesn't go." Meng Qi replied respectfully. Anyway, no one had told her to go.

"What problem do you need my help with?" The smile in Elder Yan's eyes deepened.

"It is a poison. After being poisoned, there are silver marks on the wound, which make it bleeding continuously." Meng Qi asked politely: "Does Elder know this poison?"

"Oh?" Elder Yan closed his eyes.

Meng Qi waited patiently. Elder Yan's cultivation was higher than the sect leader. Especially his medical cultivation level, which already entered the fourth rank. Meng Qi had heard the gossip about Elder Yan from other disciples. He once vowed to travel all over the world to treat all the patients he met. So every other year, he would leave the sect and go out on a journey. Because of this, he didn't hold a significant post in Qingfeng Valley. In addition to an empty elder's title, Elder Yan would take care of the library pavilion whenever he stayed at the sect.

Elder Yan never had any personal disciple before. The majority of the disciples in Qingfeng Valley didn't have any desire to be under his tutelage either. In contrast, becoming the sect leader's personal disciple or other elders with real authority was obviously much better in their eyes.

"There is one..." Elder Yan opened his eyes slowly, "This bamboo slip is for you. You can read and study by yourself." The elder waved his hand. A small bamboo slip flew from the fourth floor and stopped in front of Meng Qi.

"Thank you, Elder." Meng Qi saluted once again. She was going to ask Elder Yan for a few more questions when they heard a rush of footsteps outside the pavilion.

Two Qingfeng Valley's disciples hurriedly entered. After they greeted Elder Yan, they turned to look at Meng Qi. Both disciples had a strange expression. Their eyes flickered for a bit before saying: "Junior Sister Meng Qi. Sect leader and the elders from Fentian Palace are calling you. Come with us to the great hall."