The fourth and fifth apprentices were twin sisters. They helped Bai Tian up, one on each side, and said, "Little apprentice sister, let's take you back to your room."
Bai Tian shook her head.
Her brows were furrowed, her body leaning limply against one of the senior sisters, and her expression looked somewhat painful.
The fourth sister asked kindly, "Don't you want to go back to your room? Where do you want to go?"
Bai Tian felt an discomfort in her throat and didn't want to talk. She practiced the skills that her master had taught her. The spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth gathered and flowed, pouring into her body through the whip wounds.
Soon, the two whip marks healed one after another.
The aura of Bai Tian also steadily entered the first level of Qi Refining Stage.
Bai Tian said with a hoarse voice and a grin, "I am a cultivator now!"
Before, after being beaten, other disciples only wanted to lie in bed and recuperate, and practice again after their injuries healed. Only Bai Tian, despite his injuries, couldn't wait to start practicing.
Seeing Bai Tian's cultivation level improve with their own eyes, everyone felt indescribable.
Mu Lingyan said: "The spiritual energy seems to like the breath of the Frozen Soul Whip very much. It only lingers at the wound of the little junior sister. After the wound healed, the speed at which she absorbed the spiritual energy obviously slowed down a lot..."
The ninth disciple said with a complicated expression: "So, being whipped is a good thing, but we don't know how to appreciate our blessings..."
Yu Yingchao said: "I don't want this blessing. I am a genius. I can advance without being beaten."
The seventh disciple said silently: "Yes, so you have only reached the third level of Qi Refining Stage. Look at the eldest brother, he can withstand the Frozen Soul Whip and is now at the ninth level of Qi Refining Stage."
Yu Yingchao had nothing to say. Her cultivation was indeed low, but she didn't want to be beaten and would rather practice on her own.
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Before we knew it, the sun had set.
The afterglow of the setting sun casts a glow over the entire village.
Jiang Yanfeng asked the children to go back and review their homework on their own and come back to study tomorrow.
When Luo Mingyue came back, she just saw the villagers coming back from working in the fields.
Luo Mingyue began to serve dinner to the little people.
There are still five stone basins placed there.
Among them, three stone basins were filled with magical rice.
The other two contained roasted meatballs and stewed cabbage with tofu.
After a stone basin filled with magical rice was empty, Luo Mingyue filled most of the basin with soy milk for the little ones.
By the way, I replaced the water in the sink with new clean water.
The villagers habitually thank the immortal statue before starting to eat.
An invisible airflow is generated above everyone's head and flows into the statue of the immortal.
The airflow above Jiang Yanfeng's head even appeared faintly like white mist, curling around like steam, which was particularly eye-catching.
However, except Luo Mingyue, no one else could see this scene.
Moreover, the white mist above Jiang Yanfeng's head would only appear when he bowed to the statue of the immortal.
After bowing, the white mist disappeared.
The same was true for the airflow above the heads of the other villagers.
However, when some villagers were eating the magical rice, air currents also flowed above their heads towards the immortal sculptures.
Luo Mingyue paid attention to their eating habits. Knowing that spiritual rice was appetizing, she would add soups and dishes every time the stone box was empty.
After the children finished their meal, Luo Mingyue observed them for a while before going to see the situation in Tianliu Village.
In Tianliu Village, the stone basin left by Luo Mingyue was still there, but the water inside was empty.
During the more than a day and a half that Luo Mingyue was away, Qianxue only brought rain to the people of Mojia Village and provided them with clean water, and completely ignored Tianliu Village.
The villagers of Tianliu Village had become accustomed to the presence of clean water in the stone basins every day. Now that the water had suddenly disappeared, many people felt uncomfortable.
"It seems that the gods are not as selfless and loving as the legends say. They refuse to provide us with water just because we don't believe in them..."
"Brother, please have some shame. The gods don't owe us anything. Didn't you say before that you could survive by drinking beast blood? Why are you complaining again today?"
"I...I think beast blood doesn't taste good. It's better to use it for bathing. As for clean water, that's what we should drink."
"Yeah, I really miss the days when there was water..."
After all, there are many people in Tianliu Village, and it is impossible for everyone to respect the gods, and not everyone knows how to be grateful.
Some villains even cursed: "The fairy is hypocritical. She first gave us some water, but when we got used to it, she stopped giving us water. I think the fairy must be trying to make us submit and become her believers... I won't let her have her way!"
"That's right, we must stick to our own ideas and never compromise with the gods."
"I think this god is an evil god. Humans raise pigs, cows, sheep and other poultry to eat when they grow up. I feel that gods raise humans in captivity, maybe just to raise them and then slaughter them..."
After this statement was made, many villagers felt frightened, thinking that the evil god was very cunning and was actually trying to deceive everyone's faith.
Luo Mingyue was silent: "..."
She originally wanted to release some clean water into Tianliu Village, but after hearing what the villains said, she felt that she should not embarrass herself.
If they were really desperate, they could go to Mojia Village to exchange for water resources. There was no need for her to go to such lengths to provide them with water out of kindness and still be treated as an evil god.
Luo Mingyue shook her head and sighed. With more people, there are more thoughts.
At this moment, Liu Dashi was chatting with his father, the village chief.
Liu Dashi said, "Dad, our family has already sent the betrothal gifts to the village beauty's home. When can we get married?"
Village Chief Liu said helplessly: "When the time comes, we will invite the whole village to a banquet. Barbecue is easy, every household will have it. The problem is that it is dry and there is a lack of water. Dashi, why don't you consider postponing the marriage for a few years? Anyway, there are many bachelors in the village, and you are not a big deal."
Hearing the last sentence, Liu Dashi was a little angry, "The village beauty is already 18 years old this year, and in a few years she will become an old maid..."
Village Chief Liu continued, "That's perfect. You have deep feelings for her anyway, so you won't mind her age."
Liu Dashi scratched his hair irritably and said, "But I want to marry her as soon as possible... Dad, don't you want to have a grandson sooner?"
Village Chief Liu sighed, "Grandson? Given the current drought conditions, giving birth to a child would be a torture, so it's better to wait a while... Besides, you burned incense and bathed yesterday, and knelt down to pray, hoping that the immortal would provide some clean water for your family, but what happened? The immortal ignored you. I've told you a long time ago that if you rely on mountains, they will fall, and if you rely on water, it will flow. If you believe in immortals, you might as well hunt a few more poisonous beasts..."
Village chief Liu talked a lot, and then he suddenly found his son looking up at the sky with a dull expression, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Village Chief Liu frowned and said unhappily: "Are you listening to me? Why are you looking up? Are you still pinning your hopes on the gods? Who knows where you are, you..."
Liu Dashi took two steps at a time and covered the mouth of Village Chief Liu with his hand.
The immortal's face appeared on the horizon, his expression calm, cold and sacred.