Qin Liuxi’s face twitched slightly. It seemed she didn’t care at all about Qin Bohong’s life or death.

"He’s fine, you don’t need to worry. I’ll be right back." Qin Liuxi tugged at the corner of her mouth and quickly disappeared.

Seeing Qin Liuxi again, Mrs. Wang was overjoyed, and even the pain in her body felt less severe. But seeing the snowflakes suddenly start to fall from the sky, and hearing the wailing in the distance, she was a bit worried and sighed long and deep.

Natural disasters were frequent, and the earthquake would certainly cause a lot of casualties. It’s feared that there would be many voices among the people demanding the Saint to issue a self-condemnation edict.

Qin Liuxi quickly returned, carrying the unconscious Qin Bohong, whose face was covered in blood and whose hand was twisted. Mrs. Wang was startled: "Is it a head injury?"

"Someone else’s blood." Qin Liuxi walked over, put Qin Bohong down, lifted Mrs. Wang onto her back, and then took hold of Qin Bohong again: "I’ll take you back."

Qin Bohong had already been knocked unconscious by Qin Liuxi. When he was found, one of his hands was crushed under a collapsed hall. Above him, there was a person, whose identity was unknown, who fell from a great height and ended up in a bloody mess. The head was directly facing his head, with only one eyeball left, with blood flowing down, covering his face, leaving him half-dazed.

When Qin Liuxi arrived, he was still wailing in pain, so she had no choice but to knock him out.

Mrs. Wang held onto Qin Liuxi’s neck, completely dazed because she watched Qin Liuxi take them through the door of the collapsed house, then walked out again, already arriving at the Qin family’s main courtyard.

Clang.

Aunt Wan, holding a pot in her hand, saw them appear out of thin air in the courtyard. The long-spouted silver pot in her hand fell down, her eyes widening like bronze bells.

"You, you all..."

Qin Liuxi carried someone on her back while holding another, quickly entering the room, and swiftly performed the Dust Cleaning Technique on the two of them.

Aunt Wan exclaimed again, what on earth kind of Immortal had she given birth to?

"Is there a house doctor? If not, find some clean gauze and the like." Qin Liuxi instructed her: "There was an earthquake at the Holy Altar, Lady and the others got injured."

Aunt Wan’s face turned pale, and she quickly called for people.

Qin Liuxi had already taken scissors out of the Qiankun Bag, cut Lady’s dress, and then cut open her pants, only to find that her left leg was grazed by stones into a bloody mess, a shocking sight, and the bone was also fractured.

She applied a spell to the wound, took out golden sore medicine, and applied it to the wound. Her hands continuously performed bone-setting spells on her calf.

In the past, she wouldn’t have been able to do this, but now her cultivation had greatly increased, and using Daoist Skill to regenerate flesh and bone was naturally easy. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Lady kept watching her, not feeling any pain at all, until Qin Liuxi said it was done, she was a bit dazed and moved her foot: "It’s already healed?"

"Yes, but it’s best to brace it. Otherwise, if someone dies and someone is injured, and you’re instantly healed despite being injured, it would be hard to explain." Qin Liuxi said.

Lady shivered and quickly nodded.

Qin Liuxi then found two thin boards to straighten the bones, bandaging them while saying: "There’s no serious problem, but since you were frightened, rest in bed for seven days. Additionally, ask someone to fetch some Flesh Regenerating and Bone-Setting Ointment from Changsheng Hall, apply it once a day, and after seven days, you can walk. But you can also pretend to be ill, it’s too chaotic outside, better not to go out."

"I understand."

Qin Liuxi then went to help Qin Bohong. His hand was dislocated and fractured, and she set it without a trace of pity, causing him to wake up from pain while unconscious.

"You, you... Where am I?" Qin Bohong asked in bewilderment, looking at the familiar layout.

Was he in the residence?

Wrong, wasn’t he at the sacrificial altar, where an earthquake happened?

"Yes, there was an earthquake, someone was sucked up by a waterspout, then fell, oh, he died so horribly, and his blood streamed down onto me." Qin Bohong screamed sharply.

Qin Liuxi, annoyed by his noise, jabbed a silver needle, causing his eyes to bulge, and he softly collapsed onto the bed.

Expressionless, she finished tending to his hand, clasped the bandage around his neck, clapped her hands, and said: "For other superficial wounds, you handle it yourselves. Remember to fetch ointment from Changsheng Hall and apply it daily. I’ll go check on the master, then I’ll leave."

Mrs. Wang was taken aback: "In such a hurry?"

"Yes." Qin Liuxi thought for a moment, then walked to the side, took some yellow paper, quickly drew talismans, and soon created a batch of Fire Talismans and about ten Amulets, handing them to Mrs. Wang, saying: "This year will be a cold winter, with snow disasters, save food, the days ahead won’t be easy, keep that in mind. Handle these Fire Talismans yourself, stack them and carry them close to your body for warmth, and keep these peace charms too."

"Where are you going again?" Mrs. Wang was reluctant for her to leave.

Qin Liuxi smiled: "Me? I need to save the world."