The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

She had been displaced for two lifetimes, and when she arrived at the Renxin Sect, she was regarded as a treasure and the apple of the eye. She was carefully cultivated so that she had the talent and abilities she has today. Si Qingyu cherishes her very much.

Her master and senior brothers were so nice. As a time traveler with a golden finger, she thought that she would change the ending of the original work at all costs.

Ming Bu Jian often went out to inquire, and Si Qingyu already knew that the situation outside was very unfavorable to the Renxin Sect.

Right now, the first thing she had to do was to help her senior brother heal his wounds, and then, she had to find a way to collect evidence and find out the truth about what happened in the secret realm of the underworld.

Yue Wanying was lying. The key to the whole matter was when did she appear next to Chu Han and his group? And whether the demonization of those disciples of Dingkun Sect was related to her.

When Ming Bujian was talking to Si Qingyu, he did not deliberately avoid Nangong Chiyang, so he heard everything.

Nangong Chiyang had witnessed with his own eyes those monsters losing their minds and indiscriminately attacking spiritual practitioners.

He didn't want to be controlled by evil spirits, nor did he want to be bloodthirsty and cruel and hurt his junior sister.

Therefore, when Nangong Chiyang woke up for the first time, he thought about committing suicide.

He did not tell his junior sister about his thoughts.

He thought that he had been wandering and lonely in his childhood and had no one to rely on.

If he died, there would only be Master, Junior Brother, Junior Sister, and Uncle...

Perhaps his fellow disciples in the Renxin Sect and some fellow Taoists who had fought alongside him in the competition would also remember him.

Well, actually, there are quite a lot of people.

But sadness will always be healed by time.

At least it was better than him being consumed by evil energy and killing the people he cared about.

So, he gave his storage bag to Si Qingyu and said to her, "Little Junior Sister, take good care of yourself. From now on... Master and the Renxin Sect will all depend on you."

When Nangong Chiyang said these words, he had already made up his mind to die.

Si Qingyu saw it, but she didn't say anything. She just watched the senior brother fight among himself.

Nangong Chiyang suddenly remembered that his sword was broken by Zhongli Shang, and he could not stab himself with the sword.

Poison couldn't kill him.

I used all my strength to punch myself, but I didn't know if I would not be able to kill him, and it would only exacerbate the spread of the evil spirit.

If I self-destruct my inner elixir, will it cause harm to innocent people...

So, Nangong Chiyang stared at Si Qingyu with a dim gaze and asked, "Junior Sister, how about you return the storage bag to me so I can get something."

Si Qingyu said "Oh" expressionlessly and threw the storage bag to Nangong Chiyang.

Nangong Chiyang took the storage bag and felt a little embarrassed when he met his junior sister's eyes that seemed to see through everything.

So, he moved his body and chose to search with his back to Si Qingyu. He found a black iron sword that Qian Ren had made for him before and quietly placed it beside the bed.

Nangong Chiyang wondered whether to die now or later when he was the only one in the room.

If I commit suicide in front of my junior sister, she will definitely be very sad, so I'll just wait until she leaves.

Si Qingyu suddenly poked his shoulder with his hand, "Big Brother."

Nangong Chiyang turned around in horror, “Yeah.”

Si Qingyu pointed outside and asked him, "How about you take a rest first and I'll go out for a walk?"

Nangong Chiyang was thinking the same thing, so he said, "Okay."

Nangong Chiyang watched Si Qingyu's back gradually walking away with a sad look on his face. Finally, he smiled with relief, raised the black iron sword, pointed it at his heart, and circulated his spiritual power.

However, when Nangong Chiyang was using his strength, a small piece of paper with the Thunder Talisman suddenly and silently stuck to his back.

Nangong Chiyang's hand holding the sword began to throb, and then his whole body began to throb.

Nangong Chiyang: “…” This familiar recipe, familiar taste.

The firepower of this Thunder Talisman is extremely strong, no weaker than diving into a pool of lightning.

Until the last ray of lightning was released, Nangong Chiyang almost fainted. He was very exhausted. He lay on his back on the bed with his eyes open, feeling a little embarrassed.

At this time, Si Qingyu pushed the door and entered the room.

She walked briskly, stood beside the bed, put her hands behind her back, stretched her neck, tilted her head, and looked at Nangong Chiyang with a smile.

Nangong Chiyang coughed lightly, trying to ease the embarrassment.

"Oh my, what happened to my senior brother?" Si Qingyu's voice was as clear as ever, and Nangong Chiyang even heard a hint of teasing in it.

Nangong Chiyang wanted to speak for himself, but found that the tip of his tongue was numb and his body was weak. He didn't even have the strength to sit up.

Si Qingyu made an exaggerated expression of surprise, then rummaged through his storage bag and pulled out several large bottles of medicine.

Seeing her coming towards him with a handful of pills, Nangong Chiyang closed his eyes in despair, opened his mouth, and took the pills.

Then, as expected, he choked and rolled his eyes.

Nangong Chiyang wanted to open his mouth to ask Junior Sister for some water, but Si Qingyu exclaimed, "Why can't you eat? Is Senior Brother already terminally ill?"

So Si Qingyu took out a silver needle as thick as her thumb and said, "Looks like I need acupuncture."

Gurgle gurgle gurgle, Nangong Chiyang rolled his eyes and swallowed hard, and finally he swallowed it.

The pill tasted bad, but it was effective. After taking it, he immediately felt stronger.

Nangong Chiyang sat up suddenly and said, "Junior Sister, no need, I feel fine now."

Si Qingyu blinked his big eyes and called him in a very gentle voice, "Big Brother."

Nangong Chiyang responded, "I'm here."

Si Qingyu: "Is the pill delicious?"

Nangong Chiyang: "It's not delicious."

Si Qingyu: "Is suicide fun?"

Nangong Chiyang: “Not fun…”

After he finished speaking, Nangong Chiyang realized what he had said. He opened his mouth but said nothing, and finally turned his head away dejectedly.

Si Qingyu took out the silver needle again and rubbed it with his fingers, "How about I help you?

I think you might not be able to do it yourself. I am your junior sister, so I will at least give you a ride. Thank you for taking care of you for so long.

Where should I prick the Baihui acupoint? Will it kill you instantly? If it doesn't kill you instantly, will it turn you into a moron?

Or the heart? Or…"

Si Qingyu moved his gaze downwards and took out a dagger from the storage bag. Nangong Chiyang's legs tightened.

Nangong Chiyang pulled the corner of his mouth and tried to find the right words, "Junior Sister, I think I should struggle a little longer and not succumb to the tricks of fate."

Si Qingyu nodded with satisfaction, "That's right, you are not afraid of death, so why are you afraid of living?"

Si Qingyu put away the dagger and silver needle and told Nangong Chiyang what his master had said.

"Big Brother, your life is not just your own, do you understand?

The master saved you. He used his own life to extend your life."

He must first know the pain of death, and then be taught the meaning of life. Si Qingyu felt that this lesson was enough.

Nangong Chiyang was silent for a moment, then said firmly and solemnly, "I understand. I will not seek death again."

So, for the next period of time, the brother and sister began to read medical books under the guidance of Hua Wuying.

There is a method that can eradicate the evil spirit, but the mortality rate is extremely high and it also requires extremely high medical skills from the rescuer.

Most of the patients in Renxin Sect are unwilling to take the risk, but now, Nangong Chiyang has made up his mind. He wants Si Qingyu to remove the evil spirit for him and rebuild his spiritual veins.

The Cremation Sect deals in the dead, and Si Qingyu is the only medical practitioner right now, so she has no choice but to force the issue.

Ming Bu Jian was originally very kind-hearted and enthusiastically wanted to play a song to cheer Si Qingyu up, but Si Qingyu politely declined.

There was no other reason. The music that Ming Bu Jian played was for sending people off on their way and mourning the dead. Si Qingyu and Nangong Chiyang both found this very distinctive music a bit too much to bear.

But Si Qingyu had never actually treated a patient, nor was he a formal medical practitioner.

When it really started, she couldn't keep calm when seeing Nangong Chiyang, whose spiritual power and demonic energy had been completely dissipated, whose spiritual veins were broken and who was in extreme pain.

Si Qingyu never found the right method, causing Nangong Chiyang to suffer a lot.

Fortunately, after Si Qingyu's ordeal, Nangong Chiyang's will to survive became very strong.

The demonic energy of the eldest senior brother was eradicated, but the subsequent sequelae was that his spiritual veins were also shattered and his foundation was completely destroyed.

Si Qingyu was in a panic. When he was considering whether to let his master or uncle take the risk to make the trip, the mysterious leader of the Cremation Sect appeared.

He taught by example and guided Si Qingyu in treating Nangong Chiyang's injuries.

In just over a hundred days, Nangong Chiyang already showed signs of life.