(God's perspective)

"Your order will definitely be fulfilled, but if the Mirror Slave Heavenly Lady entrusts this person to me, will it alarm the current God Emperor?"

A god in light blue robes saluted the Tianyuan Mirror Slave.

At this time, Tianyuan Jingnu took Yun Qishen to a Yunjian Temple in the upper world.

This is the place where the gods cultivate their breath.

This god in light blue robes is named Du Wangchen, who was transformed from a thousand-year-old divine grass. He is also the owner of the Yingtianqing Temple here.

Tianyuan Jingnu looked at Du Bianchen's clear eyes and said, "You don't need to worry here, you just need to follow my instructions.

As for him, there will naturally be immortal soldiers to bring him back when the time comes. You must make this mortal's healing skills reach the top level within ten days.

If you can't do it, I don't mind using your body to help him achieve it.

In this way, he will stay here, and the concubine on the God Emperor's side will naturally hide it, so it's best not to be too obvious here."

"yes."

After Du Wanchen saluted Tian Yuanjing Slave, he also looked at Yun Qishen.

Yun Qishen sat paralyzed at the feet of Tianyuan Jingnu. His body was muddy and his hair was messy. The injuries on his face and hands had not yet healed.

Du Wanchen's first impression of Yun Qishen was not very good, but it was Yun Qishen's golden eyes that he liked very much.

Tianyuan Jingnu left Yun Qishen behind and turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around and took two steps, Yun Qishen grabbed the hem of her skirt.

"I can cure it...I will cure it..."

Yun Qishen's expression was very panicked. He seemed to have recognized Tianyuan Jingnu as someone else, someone else who had not been saved.

Tianyuan Jingnu naturally knew Yun Qishen's state of mind at this time. Wasn't she also so unbelievable when she faced the decline of the God Emperor? Otherwise, how could she gouge out the God Emperor's eyes...

"Be obedient and you will be cured."

Tianyuan Jingnu gently grabbed Yun Qishen's hand away, smiled at Yun Qishen and left.

Yun Qishen even looked at his hand again in a daze, "If it can be cured, I will definitely be able to cure it..."

Tears covered his golden eyes and flowed out again.

"I can...cure..."

Du Wanchen raised his eyebrows slightly and squatted down next to Yun Qishen to observe.

Although Yun Qishen's face is covered with scars, it is not difficult to see that he looks very delicate. Besides, his hands stained with black blood are also slender and white hands.

"Is this man really the demon king of the lower realm?"

Du Wanchen grabbed Yun Qishen's chin and turned to him with doubts.

Yun Qishen's eyes were dull, and he didn't notice Du Wangchen's existence at all.

Even though her eyes were lifeless and covered with tears, they were still very beautiful.

Du Wanchen looked at those golden eyes and couldn't help but think of a friend he once had.

"That guy wanted to be free in the lower world so much, but now I'm afraid he has disappeared into thin air. How pitiful."

After saying that, Du Wanchen let go of Yun Qishen's chin, stood up and looked at the sky in the distance.

"We don't have much time, so it's better to treat you as soon as possible. You also need to change these dirty clothes.

Sigh... Could it be that the cleaning work here is also done down here?

well……"

Du Wanchen sighed in distress, and finally personally helped Yun Qishen up and walked into the Yingtianqing Temple.

As soon as you enter the corridor of Yingtianqing Temple, you can see the clouds and mist surrounding you. After passing the corridor, you will see a beautiful garden scenery.

Each of the sacred herbs grown here has a power of more than a hundred years, and the gods will greatly increase their power if they take it.

Naturally, there are also some little gods transformed from fairy grass like Duwanchen playing among these sacred grasses.

"Master Wangchen! Master Wangchen! Is the Mirror Slave Goddess here going to use us to refine medicine again?

No! The grass will bloom in a few days. Then we will have a new companion!

Never use grass to make medicine!"

Only then did Du Wangchen, a small god the size of his forearm, come over and hug Du Wangchen and beg him.

Soon five or six similar little gods appeared in the clouds and mist.

"Don't worry, this time it's not to refine medicine for the gods. It's to enhance his healing ability."

Du Wanchen gently pushed Yun Qishen forward, and then the group of little gods noticed Yun Qishen.

"Mortal? Why are you in the upper realm? Improve the ability to heal? Is this possible, Mr. Wangchen? How can a mortal possess divine magic? Besides, if a mortal is in the upper realm and the God Emperor knows about it..."

The little god raised doubts, and then another little god with a red rope around his neck jumped over and beat him.

"Shh, you forgot! The former God Emperor has..."

"Shh, please stop talking."

Du Wanchen signaled all the little gods to be quiet, then he turned his head and glanced at Yun Qishen again.

Yun Qishen still looked down at his hands and completely closed himself up.

"Please help me clean him. I'll prepare other things."

After Du Wangchen handed Yun Qishen over to the little god, he went to prepare the elixir to increase his magic power.

These little gods also took Yun Qishen to clean him.

"Here, why are you, a mortal, so dull?"

"That's not the case here. You're even stupider than the Bodhisattva!"

"No, no, let's go here! Hurry up!"

"No, no, you can't step on it there!"

"Don't step on it!"

"Ah! Something big happened!"

The little gods originally wanted to take Yun Qishen aside, but it turned out that Yun Qishen was too stiff and couldn't pull him away.

When they were anxiously pulling Yun Qishen to turn a corner, Yun Qishen stepped on a sacred plant nearby.

That sacred grass grew just recently, and it hasn't seen much sunlight in the upper world.

Although the little gods have great powers, they cannot save their own kind.

In the end, such small sacred herbs can only be used as medicinal materials to make medicines for the gods.

"Something big happened!"

"It's all this mortal's fault for stepping on it."

"It's all your fault! There's nothing we can do to save him!"

"It's all your fault! You're a dull mortal! You can't be saved!"

The little gods vented their grief over the death of their companions on Yun Qishen. Although their little fists were not very powerful, they were still a sign of their sadness.

"Save...treat..."

Yun Qishen dumbly allowed these little gods to beat him, and then numbly lowered his head and looked at the sacred grass under his feet.

"It can't be saved! It's all your fault!"

The little god with the red rope also bit Yun Qishen's arm.

Yun Qishen suddenly squatted down and held up the sacred grass with his hands.

"The rescue is good...the cure is good! I can cure it well!"

Blue-green light emerged from Yun Qishen's hand. The light was warm and clear.

The little gods also feel like they want to get closer.

"Is this really a healing technique that a mortal can use?" A little god looked at the trampled fairy grass and recovered its vitality in the warm blue-green light.

"Look, I can cure it..."

Yun Qishen looked at the sacred grass and smiled slightly, and tears flowed from his eyes again.

The little god with a red rope on the side looked at Yun's smiling face, and he suddenly felt as if he was attracted by something.

"How pitiful..."
Chapter completed!