Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

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The basis of helping others was that one had the capacity to help and bear the consequences. Since she met this condition, why should she stand by idly and do nothing?

The path to immortality and the path of the strong was not cold-blooded and ruthless, nor was it detached from the world. However, strength might solve any problem when necessary. This was the root of her immortal cultivation as well as her initial intention to get stronger.

It's fine if others called her meddling in other people's affairs or inviting trouble. She didn't care what others thought; all she knew was that when she had the willingness and the ability, she would follow her heart.

The elderly man was taken aback upon hearing her words. He coughed twice and then used his fist to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips. "Thank you, young friend," he stated solemnly.

His voice was weak and shaky, and his face was as white as paper. The man seemed like a candle in the wind that could blow out at any time.

"I thought you were coming down, but I didn't expect you to come down like this." She went over, knelt next to him, and took his pulse. "Given your nature and wits, you shouldn't have ended up this way."

The elderly man could only muster a feeble smile as if he lacked the strength to speak. His eyelids gradually closed.

"Old Patriarch, Old Patriarch!"

"Hahahaha! The old bastard has finally died! Hahahaha!" Half of the cultivators over there guffawed, convinced that the old man would not survive.

"You, you shut up!" The middle-aged man who was holding the elderly man turned around and yelled angrily.

"There will be a change in the family as soon as this old man dies. What's the point of several of you protecting him? Now is the time to give up and renounce him. When the Fourth Master takes over, you will benefit."

"Kill them and avenge the Old Patriarch!" The middle-aged man yelled. He laid the elderly man down, then drew his sword and charged toward those men. When other people saw what he was doing, they also joined the battle. In a short period of time, a previously unified group began to kill each other.

Feng Jiu just took a quick look and didn't pay any more attention. She was not interested in getting involved in this sort of family feud. However, the elderly man had spent a lot of time with her, and she couldn't bear the thought of him dying like this.

So, she took a medicinal pill from the space and placed it in the mouth of the unconscious elderly man while her palm gushed the spirit energy breath to help bring out the medicinal pill's effect.

He Shu, who was standing next to her, was taken aback when he noticed the medicinal pill. He cast a glance at Feng Jiu, surprised that she had taken out such a valuable pill for the elderly man. What surprised him the most was that the previously dying elderly man's breath gradually stabilised after only half the time it took an incense to burn. The elderly man also started to open his eyes after he had been unconscious for some time.

"Young friend?" The elderly man looked at Feng Jiu with surprise, sensing changes within his body.

"Your life has been saved, but I assume it will take some time to adjust your body after returning home." Feng Jiu stood up, dusting off her hands.

He Shu, noticing the elderly man staring at Feng Jiu, said, "Young Master Jiu just gave you a sixth-grade medicinal pill, which is a treasure-grade internal alchemy."

Hearing this, the elderly man looked at Feng Jiu with shock. "Young friend, you…"

"Since we're acquaintances, I should lend you a hand. However, I can't help you with your other problems." Feng Jiu gestured behind her.