Ding!

  Accompanied by the beautiful sound, Su Dao woke up and treated those who were injured by the monsters in the Abyssal Temple with more energy.

  Today's harvest was unexpectedly high, reaching 170 units of soul power. This was beyond Su Dao Xing's expectations. His heart is now filled with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he hopes the war between the two realms will escalate further, so that he can continue to gain soul power every day. On the other hand, seeing the wounded with shocking injuries makes him hope for an early end to the war.

  "Sudao Xing, this is the first time you've seen such a scene, right? I'm also seeing it for the first time." Wen Hongmei finished treating one of the wounded and had some free time to come over to Sudao Xing's side.

  Su Dao Xing said, "Not bad! I had only heard that the war in the northern border of the Eastern Emperor's dynasty was intense, with countless soldiers dying on the battlefield. Who would have thought that not only is there conflict in the north, but also at the two borders?"

  Wen Hongmei let out a sigh and said, "The great war between the two realms is not something that us cultivators can participate in. Even if we are hundred pulse cultivators, we are only responsible for assisting the strong practitioners of the true realm. Once the strong practitioners of the true realm are injured, it is our responsibility to bring them back. However, in the wars between the four great empires on this continent, us cultivators can play a huge role. After all, the number of hundred pulse cultivators among the four great empires is extremely scarce."

  As soon as he thought of his father, who was a general in Beijiang, Su Daoying felt a pang in his heart. In all these years, he had never seen his father in Beijiang, nor had he seen his mother and siblings who were very close to Beijiang. He muttered to himself, "One day when I have achieved success in my studies at the Seven Saints Institute, I will definitely go to Beijiang to help my father."

  "Look quickly!" Wen Hongmei pointed to a Baizhong Sect Master walking out of the darkness, carrying a dying cultivator towards the Azure Temple.

  Su Dao Xing took a step forward and said to the Bai Mai female sect master, "Your teacher is on his last breath. Put him down and I'll treat him. There's still a glimmer of hope for his survival."

  "I want to find a doctor to treat my teacher's injury, you're just a student." Apparently, the Bai Mai female sect master thought Su Dao Xing's medical skills were too shallow and wanted to find a more skilled doctor to treat her own teacher.

  Wen Hongmei said to the Baizong master, "Su Daowei is a young saint, he can even cure the illness of Yu Wang Tangyu, and was conferred as a young saint by the current empress. His medical skills are not inferior to those of doctors who have been practicing medicine for many years."

  The leader of the Bai Mai sect suddenly remembered Su Dao Xing, immediately bowed to him and said "Please, Saint Su, save my master."

  "It should be!" Su Dao Xing let the Bai Mai female sect master put her teacher flat on the ground, he took out three long needles from his medical box, one needle pierced into the monk's qi hai.

  In the Qi Sea of a Master, ten thousand Qi Snakes are entwining chaotically. They want to burst through the Qi Sea. Once the Master's Qi Sea shatters, his body will definitely shatter too.

  Su Dao Xing's needle pierced into the Qihai, as if it had nailed a Dinghai Shen needle inside the Qihai. The air snakes obediently stayed inside the Qihai and no longer ran wildly. Any air snake that did run wild was strangled to death by the spiritual energy on the needle.

  Su Dao Xing administered the second needle, and the second needle pierced into the monk's sea of consciousness. If he hadn't inherited the medical skills of the Demon Saint, he wouldn't have dared to administer the needle into the monk's sea of consciousness even if he had a million guts.

  The second needle pierced the sea of consciousness, sucking away the howling wandering souls in the sea of consciousness, leaving the sea of consciousness empty.

  Su Dao Xing's third needle pierced into the monk's body, where the spiritual meridians converged, and through the medical needle, continuously unblocked the monk's clogged spiritual meridians, allowing the monk's spiritual energy to flow freely within the spiritual meridians.

  Gradually, the monk regained a bit of vitality, opened his eyes, cast a grateful glance at Su Daoming, and then fell into a coma again.

  "Your teacher has gone through a life-and-death crisis, but his 108 spiritual veins are severely damaged. There is not a single thread of soul power in the sea of recognition, and the air snake in the air sea is temporarily stabilized. If time goes on, the air snake will definitely make trouble again. Without three to five years of cultivation, your teacher cannot use spiritual power again." Su Dao woke up after treating that cultivator until he was exhausted, said a few words to that Bai Mai female master, and immediately sat down to rest and recover his energy beside her.

  "Thank you!" The Bai Mai female sect master bowed to Su Dao Xing, then turned around and jumped onto the shoulder of a Wu Sheng disciple, who carried them to the infirmary for treatment.

  "Awesome, young saintly hand, even a cultivator's wound can be healed." Wen Hongmei teased Su Daoxing with a sentence.

  Su Dao Xing smiled faintly as he successfully treated a monk, feeling naturally proud and somewhat complacent in his heart.

  Boom!

  In the distant darkness, the war continues.

  A strong man suddenly appeared in front of the temple, it was Lord Abyssal Guardian. He grasped a humanoid abyssal creature with one hand and speared an abyssal nine-headed prison dragon with his gun.

  Bang!

  The Lord of the Abyss swung his long spear and threw the corpse of the nine-headed prison dragon in front of the gate of the Abyssal Temple.

  Buzz!

  The Temple of the Abyss issued a vast and sacred sound that enveloped the corpse of the Nine-Headed Prison Dragon, beginning to transform it.

  The body of the Nine-Headed Dragon Prison dissolved into nothingness, and a ball of soul flew out of his body and was sucked away by the Abyssal Temple.

  Ding!

  Su Dao Xing's whole body shook, a massive voice rushed into his mind, he looked inward at his sea of consciousness and found that there was an additional pool-like soul power in his sea of consciousness.

  That group of soul power was actually transformed from the nine-headed prison dragon that had been tempered by the Abyssal Temple, and it turned out to be a pool of soul power.

  Su Dao Xing was wrapped in great excitement, he tried to merge the clusters of soul power in his sea of consciousness into the soul power pool, and indeed, they could be merged. In a short while, all the soul power in his sea of consciousness had been merged into the soul power pool, causing it to expand by several degrees.

  "If one day the Soul Power Pool in the Sea of Knowledge becomes a Soul Power Ocean, it would be great to have an endless supply of soul power, and when I enter the True Cultivation Realm, I won't have to worry about running out of soul power. At that time, my cultivation will progress by leaps and bounds." Su Dao's mind was filled with boundless fantasies.

  Yuan Shou gazed at Su Dao Xing and said, "Su Dao Xing, you should be grateful to me. When the day comes that you become a saint, remember to come to the Deep Ice Abyss to help me guard the Abyssal Boundary."

  "Definitely!" Su Daoxing thought that becoming a saint was not something that could be achieved overnight, so for now it's better to take advantage of the benefits at hand, and naturally agreed with Lord Yuangu.

  Lord Abyssal led the group to where Sun Shengshou was, and Sun Shengshou said, "This is a primitive human from the Abyss I captured. You all should study her carefully and see what you can find out. There have been more and more primitive humans appearing at the edge of the Abyss lately, and I have a bad feeling about it. It's better to understand more about the primitive humans of the Abyss."

  "Alright! Hand over the primitive human from this abyss to me." Sun Sheng took the primitive human from the Abyssal Guardian's hand and casually placed it in an icy coffin, shooting out long needles that fixed the primitive human's head, neck, shoulders, elbows, feet, legs, and waist joints.