Teaming up with those two vixens in Chapter 19 was truly bad luck.

In the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door of the room where Yu Zhao and Shen Yunshu were staying, and Liu Shixiong's deep voice came from outside:

"Junior Sister Yu, Junior Sister Shen, have you rested?"

The two women were meditating and resting when they heard the sound and immediately opened their eyes. Shen Yunshu subconsciously glanced at Yu Zhao beside her. Seeing that Yu Zhao nodded, she got out of bed and went to open the door.

When the door opened, Shen Yunshu saw that Senior Brother Liu and the other two were standing at the door, and their faces were not very good. In fact, the other two senior brothers and sisters even had injuries on their bodies.

Shen Yunshu instantly showed a look of surprise. Just as she was about to exclaim, she seemed to remember something and quickly covered her mouth. She stood there, her delicate body trembling, as if she had been frightened.

Seeing his junior sister like this, Senior Brother Liu couldn't help but smile wryly, thinking to himself that she was indeed an inexperienced young girl who was so frightened by such a small scene.

"Junior Sister Shen, don't worry, we're fine."

As he spoke, Senior Brother Liu led the people into the room, closed the door behind him, and set up a simple isolation array around the room.

At this moment, Yu Zhao also came over, looking worried. "What happened? Senior Brother Liu, how did you get injured?"

Senior Brother Liu shook his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Don't even mention it. That demon was very cunning; we almost got caught off guard."

He then told Yu Zhao what had happened. At this moment, Shen Yunshu seemed to have recovered from her fear and ran to the remaining female cultivator surnamed Feng in the group to clean her wounds.

Seeing her somewhat timid junior sister's pale face and tearful eyes, Senior Sister Feng smiled gently and comforted her:

"Don't worry, junior sister, I'm fine, it's just a minor injury."

"It must hurt a lot, senior sister."

"Fortunately, my junior sister's healing medicine is very useful."

Hearing Senior Sister Feng praise her, Shen Yunshu was very happy. "It's good that I can help you, Senior Sister. My cultivation level is low, so this is all I can do."

After treating Senior Sister Feng's wounds, Shen Yunshu went to treat the other two. The two senior brothers were even more overwhelmed, their faces flushed with infatuation with Shen Yunshu, and they lowered their heads, not daring to look at her.

After chatting briefly with Yu Zhao, they left the house and went back to their rooms to rest before continuing their hunt for demons the next day.

After the three left, Shen Yunshu, no longer the innocent and naive girl she had been, put on a serious face and transmitted her voice to Yu Zhao:

"Senior sister, there's something wrong with those three. I gave them the Forget-Me-Not Powder, but their bodies showed no abnormal reaction whatsoever. Moreover, their injuries are strange; they're sword wounds!"

Yu Zhao knew very well what Forget-Me-Not Powder was; it was a specialty of Qingfeng Temple, something created by Shen Yunshu's third senior brother.

This medicine can indeed heal wounds, but it causes unbearable itching all over the user's body, and even cultivators at the Qi Refining Realm cannot be completely immune to this side effect.

Therefore, this medicine is rather useless; it's neither poison nor effective, and its healing effect is limited. Only Shen Yunshu's third senior brother liked it and gave some to Shen Yunshu as a gift.

Upon hearing Shen Yunshu's words, Yu Zhao showed no outward reaction, but instead reprimanded Shen Yunshu telepathically, "How could you use the Forget-Me-Not Powder to heal your senior brothers and sisters? They are our brothers and sisters. Don't do that again."

Shen Yunshu: "???"

Does it sound right for you to say that?

"Senior sister! That's not the point. The point is, they have a problem!"

Why worry about such trivial matters at a time like this? We should be thinking about running away now.

For a moment, Shen Yunshu was a little unsure what her senior sister was thinking.

"Don't panic, stay calm, it's not time to panic yet."

After comforting Shen Yunshu, Yu Zhao went back to bed to meditate. Although the difficulty of this mission exceeded expectations, Yu Zhao felt that she could still handle it.

Whether the mastermind is a demon or a demonic cultivator, they must not be very powerful, otherwise why would they hide their true colors?

Even if he's a demonic cultivator, he's definitely just a nobody.

As long as it's not a Golden Core cultivator, there's no need to panic.

Next, all that's left is to wait. Once Senior Brother Liu and his two naive friends have found all the mines, it will be time for the sisters to make their contribution.

That's right. Neither Yu Zhao nor Shen Yunshu considered Liu Shixiong and his two companions as their own. The moment they entered the city and started their operation in complete ignorance, the two women had already sentenced them to death in their hearts.

Such a reckless brute doesn't deserve to be their teammate; he's only fit to be cannon fodder.

Moreover, the contribution points for this sect mission are too few; it's not enough for five people to share.

According to Shen Yunshu's idea, even if this mission is easy, and even if Senior Brother Liu and the other two don't act recklessly, she is still determined to kill two of them.

Yu Zhao was kinder; she only planned to kill Senior Brother Liu, and she had even thought about how to explain it to the sect afterward.

The evil spirits were fierce, and Senior Brother Liu sacrificed himself to save his junior brothers and sisters—what a perfect excuse!

The reason for waiting was twofold: first, to let three cannon fodder clear the way, and second, to see if there were any protectors from within the sect following them.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator, a favored daughter of two sects, should logically be worth the sects sending protectors to secretly follow her. However, it's possible that the sects' intelligence was flawed, and they misjudged the danger of this mission, thus failing to send protectors.

Anyway, there's no rush. Let's wait and see. Once Senior Brother Liu truly faces a fatal crisis, we'll know whether he has a protector or not.

Seeing her senior sister as calm as a rock, Shen Yunshu gradually relaxed. She knew her senior sister well and knew that she would never do anything without being sure of success.

Since Senior Sister thinks she has everything under control, what is there to worry about?

Thinking of this, Shen Yunshu stopped worrying. If the sky were to fall, her senior sister would be there to hold it up.

So Shen Yunshu began to study the sword technique that Elder Qingxuan had given her. The elder was a sword cultivator and clearly intended to train Shen Yunshu to become one as well.

Shen Yunshu herself is not averse to sword cultivation; in fact, she thinks it would be quite nice to become a sword cultivator, at least it would look good!

Otherwise, it would be too much of an eyesore for a senior sister to be smashing people with a big hammer. A sword is the weapon that women should use.

Of course, Shen Yunshu dared not say these words aloud, for fear of getting beaten up.

Little did this little green tea know that Yu Zhao had a wide variety of weapons, and the hammer was just one of them.

Yu Zhao is different from others; everything she knows is for one purpose: to save her life.

She was open to any skill that could save her life, which is why she tirelessly collected the belongings of her fellow disciples back in Qingfeng Temple.

These relics are her current trump cards. She may not always need them, but she can't be without them when she needs them. In fact, Yu Zhao plans to continue collecting these relics.

In her stubborn belief, magical battles are all about who has more trump cards. As for sword cultivators pursuing the idea of ​​breaking through all laws with a single sword strike, she doesn't know if it's right, but that's not her path.