The prerequisite for helping others is that you have the ability to help and the ability to bear the consequences. Since she has all these conditions, why should she just watch and not lend a helping hand
The way of cultivating immortals, the way of the strong, is not about being cold-blooded and ruthless, nor is it about being a bystander, but about having the strength to solve everything when necessary. This is the foundation of her cultivation and also her original intention of becoming stronger.
Whether people say she is meddling in other people's business or that she is just causing trouble, she will not care or pay attention to what others say. She only knows that if she wants to do something and has the ability to do it, she will do it according to her heart.
The old man who heard his words coughed twice after being stunned. He put his fist to the corner of his mouth to wipe away the blood. He said nothing else, but just said: "My friend, thank you very much."
His voice was weak and feeble, his face was as pale as paper, and he gave people the feeling of a candle in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any time.
"I thought you were coming down, but I didn't expect you to come down like this." She walked forward, squatted beside him, and stretched out her hand to feel his pulse: "With your character and understanding, you shouldn't end up like this."
Hearing this, the old man just smiled weakly, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak, and his eyelids gradually closed.
“Ancestor, Ancestor!”
"Hahahaha! This old immortal is finally dead! Hahaha!" Half of the monks over there laughed when they saw this, thinking that the old man would not be able to hold on.
"You, you shut up!" The middle-aged man who was supporting the old man turned around and shouted angrily.
"Once this old man dies, the family will also be in a state of flux. What's the point of you guys guarding him? It would be better for you to turn from evil to good now. When the Fourth Master takes the throne, you will certainly benefit from it."
"Kill them and avenge our ancestor!" The middle-aged man who was supporting the old man shouted, put the old man down, and rushed towards those people with a sword in hand. Seeing this, other people also joined the battle. For a while, the originally good team started to kill each other.
Feng Jiu took a look and ignored it. She had no interest in participating in this kind of family infighting, but this old man had at least spent a lot of time with her, and it was indeed a bit unbearable to see him die like this.
So, she took out a pill from the space, stuffed it into the mouth of the unconscious old man, and the spiritual energy in her palm surged to help the pill's medicinal effect take effect.
He Shu, who was standing by, was slightly surprised. That elixir… He glanced at Feng Jiu. He didn’t expect that Feng Jiu would even give such a precious elixir to the old man. What was most incredible to him was that within half an incense stick of time, the old man, who was originally dying, gradually regained his breath and slowly opened his eyes while he was unconscious.
“Young friend?” The old man was startled. He looked at Feng Jiu and felt that something was wrong with his body.
“My life is saved, but I will probably need to practice for a while before I can adjust after I go back.” Feng Jiu said, clapped her hands and stood up.
He Shu, who was standing next to him, saw the old man staring at Feng Jiu in a daze, and immediately said, "Just now, the Ninth Young Master gave you a sixth-level pill. It is an absolutely rare inner pill."