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Half an hour flies by.

Carrying a simple bag, Cai Wenji met up with seven other new disciples and followed two Qingfeng Sect monks on the mountain road to Qingluo Mountain.

The mountain roads are winding and rugged, the trees are lush, and the spiritual energy in the mountains is far richer than below.

Several other new disciples looked around, excited, but Cai Wenlong glanced at Cai Wenji with sinister eyes from time to time, showing no concealment of hostility.

Halfway up the mountain, an outer disciple who was traveling with him suddenly staggered, clutched his chest and groaned, his face instantly turned pale.

"Oops! The old injury has recurred!"

The short monk's expression changed.This senior brother went out for training in his early years and was injured by a monster, leaving a stubborn disease in his chest.

Normally I can suppress it, but today I traveled a long distance and my spiritual energy was not flowing smoothly, and my old injuries directly broke out.

He was huddled on the side of the road, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his breath was disordered, and the spiritual energy in his body was rushing around, causing him great pain.

The two companions hurriedly stepped forward to help, using their spiritual energy to try to help him sort out his injuries. However, after several attempts, not only did they have no effect, but they made the other party's injuries more serious.

"No! His meridians are blocked, and ordinary spiritual energy can't resolve it. If he delays it any longer, I'm afraid it will damage his roots!"

Senior Brother Li was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

Several new disciples were so frightened that they backed away and were at a loss.

Cai Wenlong huddled behind the crowd, secretly thankful, and had no intention of stepping forward to help.

Just when everyone was helpless, a gentle figure walked forward slowly.

"Let me try."

Cai Wenji put down her luggage and looked at the monk groaning in pain.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked suspicious.

How can a newcomer, who has a weird musical talent and may not even know the basics of breath and breathing, be able to cure a long-standing illness?

Senior Brother Li wanted to refuse, but at the moment he had no other choice but to turn sideways: "Be careful."

Cai Wenji nodded slightly, no longer hesitated, and with a thought, she activated the skill [Siwuxie] with all her strength.

The warm and watery musical aura flowed out of her body and turned into a faint sound wave that enveloped the entire audience.

The gentle power slowly penetrated into the meridians and internal organs of the injured monk, like spring breeze turning into rain, gradually smoothing out the disordered spiritual energy, unblocking the blocked meridians, and repairing the damaged texture.

The heart-rending pain subsided quickly, the churning inner breath gradually stabilized, and the cold sweat on his forehead slowly dried up.

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