Lu Wei examined the injuries of the Ancestor and Qin Dexin using her spirit sensing technique.

The Song family’s appointed pharmacists also provided their diagnosis:

“Ancestor Wenxuan’s injuries are severe, but they are not from a battle. They are the result of a forced interruption during a tribulation, with backlash from the thunder tribulation. There are still small, undissipated thunder tribulations in her body, damaging her meridians. This needs to be cleared quickly, or the thunder tribulation will destroy all her meridians, and even if she wakes up, she might lose her ability to cultivate in the future.”

“The injuries of Elder Qin are serious but somewhat better. They are mainly external injuries from being struck by collapsing rocks, causing long-term pressure. However, her internal organs are severely damaged and need a long period of recovery. Her right arm was forcibly twisted off and needs specialized bone fusion medicine to heal, which might leave a permanent issue, affecting her swordsmanship…”

When Qi Rong heard that her mother’s right arm might not fully recover, her frown remained tightly furrowed. “Mother is accustomed to using her sword. If her right arm cannot be repaired, will she have to switch to using her left hand?”

For most people, switching their dominant hand is equivalent to starting over, leading to a significant loss in combat effectiveness.

Lu Wei had just finished her spirit sensing technique.

As a strand of hair fell with her forward movement, she tucked it behind her ear and calmly said:

“The situation is as the pharmacists described. The Ancestor’s severe injuries are due to the backlash of the thunder tribulation. I can repair her damaged meridians, but the remaining thunder tribulation needs to be cleared urgently, which I cannot do…”

Qin Ruqing spoke calmly: “I have a way.”

Tang Zifeng’s eyes moved. “Your Purple Thunder Fire?”

Qin Ruqing nodded and looked at Lu Wei. “I can absorb the thunder tribulation.”

Lu Wei’s expression brightened. “Then the Ancestor’s injuries can be saved!”

“What about my mother, Third Sister? How can her injuries be treated?” Qi Rong asked urgently.

“Qi Rong, don’t worry. Third Aunt’s injuries are actually easier for me to treat. External wounds can be treated with appropriate healing medicines immediately. For the internal damage, we can use nourishing pills. As for the right arm… I have learned a bone-setting technique. Within six months, I can restore Third Aunt’s right arm to its original state,” Lu Wei spoke with confidence and composure in her field of expertise, instilling trust in everyone.

Qi Rong sighed in relief, feeling that her mother’s recovery was in sight.

The surprise came from the Song family’s pharmacists.

They were highly esteemed experts hired at great expense, with significant reputation in the Eastern Region.

Initially, when the Song Clan called for help with such severe injuries, the healers were quite uncertain.

They didn’t expect that the renowned Qin Ruqing seemed to not rely on them to actually save the injured but only needed them to stabilize the ancestor’s condition, with the rest to be dealt with “when the Third Sister arrives,” as Qin Ruqing herself put it.

The pharmacists felt a bit disgruntled, naturally resenting being called “Third Sister,” which didn’t sound like someone of great alchemy skills but rather a young person.

Medicine requires experience; calling a young person for help seemed ineffective.

The pharmacists, watching with a hint of skepticism, were surprised when the distinguished figure in purple began using a divination technique they had never seen before.

Determining the injuries wasn’t surprising—they had their own methods—but what astonished them was how easily Qin Ruqing proposed a treatment method, as if such near-death injuries were child’s play to her.

It was hard for them to believe it was that simple.

As if sensing their doubt, Qin Ruqing raised her chin and said, “My Third Sister received the legacy of the Medicine Spirit Immortal.”

Medicine Spirit Immortal…?

The pharmacists were puzzled, but one of them, seemingly more experienced, suddenly widened his eyes. “Could it be the renowned ancient figure, the pioneer of the alchemy path, the Medicine Spirit Immortal?!”

Qin Ruqing was taken aback. “Is that so?” She genuinely didn’t know.

“That’s right.” Lu Wei, who took over the conversation, nodded calmly.

Now, the pharmacists looked at Lu Wei with admiration and envy.

Qin Ruqing couldn’t help but smile, looking even more pleased than when she was showing off.

The subsequent treatment proceeded exactly as Lu Wei had described.

Qin Ruqing helped extract the Thunder Tribulation energy hidden in the meridians, after which Lu Wei performed a more detailed healing technique.

The process took a great deal of time, effort, and countless rare materials.

Qin Ruqing had contacted her clan to send more medicine, but the majority of the precious herbs were provided by the Song Clan.

They were extremely generous, almost emptying their own medicine stores to assist the Qin Clan.

Qin Ruqing refused their help, but they seemed more eager, as if begging her to accept.

Qi Rong was puzzled and remarked, “The Song Clan is even kinder than those monks from the Western Regions!”

Qin Ruqing smiled slightly, offering no further explanation.

Only Tang Zifeng’s eyes flickered, vaguely sensing some clues.

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The Song Clan, who had been dubbed “Great Benevolent” by Qi Rong, had not forgotten about Qin Ruqing and her group.

Not only did they remember, but they also held a solemn clan meeting specifically regarding Qin Clan matters, requiring all high-ranking members to attend.

For the usually laid-back Song Clan, this was a rare spectacle.

The meeting had only one topic: whether or not to engage in a business deal with the Qin Clan… with Qin Ruqing and the young ancestor of the Qin Clan.

This deal was vastly different from the usual small-scale squabbles of the Song Clan.

It involved a fierce battle, the tragic fall of a Transcending Stage ancestor, and the complete collapse of a prestigious Golden Core family’s reputation.

Such an event could potentially shake the entire Four Domains.

Some members of the Song Clan, used to a laid-back lifestyle, were understandably anxious.

They criticized Third Elder Song:

“Too hasty! This concerns the entire clan’s fate. How could you agree so easily, Song San!”

“If this footage is released, it’s tantamount to making a mortal enemy of the Fang Clan…”

“This is a serious matter; we must be cautious. Caution is paramount!”

Facing all the opposition, Third Elder Song remained unusually calm.

Once everyone had voiced their concerns, he slowly produced his trump card:

a recording stone.

It was the very recording stone capturing Qin Ruqing beheading the Fang ancestor. Song San had come to view it as the pinnacle of his life.

“Everyone, please take a look!” Third Elder Song said loudly.

He expertly and passionately played the footage from the recording stone.

In the footage, Qin Ruqing, adorned in fiery armor and surrounded by purple-golden flames, used a blade that matched her perfectly to sever the Fang ancestor’s head.

In that moment, blood splattered, with red droplets falling onto Qin Ruqing’s pale, enchanting face, creating a bloodline that complemented her blade-like expression—truly a breathtaking beauty!

Seeing the footage he had watched countless times, Third Elder Song was once again filled with excitement!

He slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang, as if delivering an impassioned speech.

“This is our Four Domains’ foremost female immortal, Qin Ruqing! The moment she beheaded the Golden Core clan’s Transcending Stage ancestor!”

“Transcending Stage ancestor, everyone! That’s a Transcending Stage ancestor!”

“And look at how young Qin Ruqing is! Not to say there’s no precedent, but who knows when there will be another like her in the future.”

“Now, we have this invaluable firsthand footage in our Song Clan’s possession.”

“Everyone! Is there any need for hesitation?! This is our Song Clan’s opportunity!”

“This is the windfall exclusive to us!”

Third Elder Song’s passionate speech left the Song family members around the long table in stunned silence.

Whether they were influenced by his emotions or found his speech too absurd to refute, no one spoke up at first.

Third Elder Song remained unusually calm.

He placed the recording stone at the center of the long table with care and then took his seat, seemingly unconcerned about any objections to his decision.

Song Minzheng, the head of the Song family, gazed at the recording stone, remembering the scene that still made him shiver.

His brows furrowed deeply, and he appeared to be in serious contemplation.

“This recording stone…,” Song Minzheng began hesitantly.

“It’s absolutely authentic!” Third Elder Song immediately interjected. “Even without this recording stone, my own eyes witnessed the battle. What I saw was even more shocking than this recording!”

Song Minzheng sighed and, with disbelief, said, “Even though she won first place at the Hundred Clans Conference, I could never have imagined she would reach this level.”

His disbelief wasn’t a question of Third Elder Song’s honesty but a natural reaction to something that exceeded common understanding.

“She decapitated Old Master Fang. What about his soul?” Song Minzheng asked.

A powerful figure like a Transformation(Transcending) Stage ancestor was not easy to kill; if even a trace of their soul remained, it could spell disaster.

“Completely clean! Even the tiniest trace of his soul was found and dealt with,” Third Elder Song said firmly.

“Souls are inherently difficult to track. How can we be sure there are no remnants?” a senior elder voiced their concern.

“Impossible!” Third Elder Song’s eyes gleamed. “Remember, Qin Ruqing controls the Golden Mist Soul Fire! The nature of this fire doesn’t need further explanation. We gathered all the information about it ourselves.”

With this, the greatest risk had been removed.

If the Golden Mist Soul Fire couldn’t find any remnants of the soul, then very few things could.

“Has she mentioned her future plans to you?” Song Minzheng asked thoughtfully.

“No, she only said she would do business with the Song family and didn’t mention her plans,” Song San said confidently. “However, she captured two more elders from the Fang family and controls Old Master Fang’s residual soul. The Fang family has no chance of turning things around!”

“It all depends on how far she wants to go,” Song Minzheng sighed.

Would it be a blow to the Fang family’s reputation, or would the Fang family be erased entirely?

Even as the head of a top-tier clan, he couldn’t help but feel a deep respect for Qin Ruqing.

Overturning a clan single-handedly—what a shocking feat!