Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

After the old hedgehog finished speaking, his breath grew even weaker.

Those cloudy old eyes stared at the darkening sky, their pupils beginning to dilate. Yet they still tried to keep them open, wanting to see the fawn one last time.

"Little deer..." its voice was as low as a dream, "Run...run far away...don't come back..."

The little deer knelt there, tears streaming down her face, but she bit her lip tightly, trying not to cry out.

She reached out and gently grasped the old hedgehog's withered paw. The paw was icy cold, and its quills had softened and could no longer stand up.

"Old hedgehog..." her voice trembled, "Don't die...you haven't finished telling me that story yet..."

The old hedgehog's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh.

"That story... I told it... three times... and you still haven't finished listening..."

"Then tell it again." The deer's tears dripped onto it. "This time I promise I'll listen carefully and won't interrupt you."

The old hedgehog's breathing grew weaker and weaker, the faint rise and fall almost imperceptible.

The fawn knelt there, clutching its cold forepaws, tears streaming down her face, landing on the old hedgehog's tangled quills. She opened her mouth, wanting to call out to it again, but found her throat felt blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"Junior Uncle..." Xiao Ling'er, her eyes red-rimmed, tugged at Chen Anran's sleeve, "Please save it, okay?"

Chen Anran did not answer. He simply looked at the dying old hedgehog, his brows slightly furrowed.

Huiming's Buddha light never stopped, but no matter how gentle the light was, it was only delaying the inevitable. The old hedgehog's injuries were too severe; his internal organs were shattered, and he had only managed to hold on until now by sheer willpower.

"Chen Anran," Qi Lan looked up, "is the little deer's friend."

Chen Anran remained silent.

It's not that he didn't want to save them. It's that he didn't know how.

In his Evolution Museum, everything is evolving, but he currently uses pills to evolve those that aid cultivation. He hasn't actually evolved any pills for saving lives. Although he destroyed many sects, large and small, around Yunyin Mountain and looted quite a few, he didn't actually carry any with him.

"Let me try."

Just then, a voice came from behind.

Everyone turned around and saw Feng Wenzheng walking briskly forward. Behind him were Feng Changyuan and Feng Lie. Feng Changyuan had a worried look on his face, while Feng Lie looked nervous.

Feng Wen squatted down in front of the old hedgehog, reached out to check its breath, and then lifted its eyelids to look inside. The pupils in its eyes had already begun to dilate.

"The injuries were too severe," he said. "It's a miracle that I've made it this far."

The fawn looked up at him, its eyes brimming with tears: "Can...can you save it?"

Feng Wenzheng remained silent for a moment, then took out a jade bottle from his bosom.

The jade bottle was small, only the size of a thumb, and entirely white, with liquid faintly visible flowing inside. He uncorked it, and a refreshing fragrance instantly filled the air, even making the surrounding plants seem more vibrant.

"This is..." Master Tianbao's eyes widened.

"Life-Extending Pill," Feng Wenzheng said. "It was seized from that Purple Lightning Sect. They say they used ninety-nine kinds of spiritual plants to refine it, and it takes three years to make the pill. There are only three drops left in this bottle."

He paused, looking at the fawn: "Each drop can sustain a life for seven days. After seven days, whether it survives or not depends on its own fate."

The little deer's eyes lit up. She grabbed Feng Wenzheng's sleeve: "Please, save the old hedgehog!"

Looking at her dirty yet pleading little face, Feng Wenzheng's heart softened.

Although this little deer is not from the Feng family and can no longer be used to deepen the connection with Chen Anran, well... never mind.

Feng Wenzheng sighed inwardly, but still decided to lend a helping hand.

He tilted the jade bottle, and a drop of milky white liquid fell into the old hedgehog's slightly open mouth.

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The old hedgehog's body trembled violently, then it began to cough intensely. It coughed so hard its whole body shook, making its jumbled quills quiver, and making the little deer's heart leap into its throat.

Then, the coughing stopped.

The old hedgehog's breathing calmed down.

Although still weak, it was no longer in a state where it might break at any moment. Its eyelids twitched, and it slowly opened, revealing a pair of cloudy but somewhat clearer eyes.

"Little...little deer..." Its voice was still weak, but much more coherent than before, "You...you cried?"

The little deer paused for a moment, then burst into tears.

She pounced on it, hugged the old hedgehog's round body tightly, and her tears and snot covered it.

"Old hedgehog! Old hedgehog, you're not dead! That's great! That's great!"

The old hedgehog rolled its eyes as she hugged it, but it didn't struggle. It simply patted her head gently with its withered paw.

"Silly child... what's there to cry about..."

The fawn cried even harder.

Xiao Ling'er stood to the side, watching this scene, her eyes also reddening. She secretly wiped her eyes, then looked at Feng Wenzheng, and suddenly felt that this eldest uncle of the Feng family, who always had a stern face, didn't seem so scary after all.

Feng Wenzheng put the jade bottle back into his bosom, stood up, and took a few steps back.

Feng Changyuan leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Uncle, we only got two bottles of this back then..."

"Shut up." Feng Wenzheng glared at him. "Saving lives is the priority."

Feng Changyuan shrank back, not daring to utter another word.

Feng Lie muttered under his breath, "Uncle is just stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside..."

Feng Wenzheng glared at him again.

Feng Lie quickly shut his mouth.

Over there, Little Deer finally finished crying, let go of the old hedgehog, and wiped her face haphazardly with the back of her hand, making her little face even more smeared. She stood up, walked to Feng Wenzheng, and suddenly knelt down with a "thump".

"Thank you!" She kowtowed, then looked up, her eyes red but surprisingly bright. "You're a good person! You saved the old hedgehog, I... I'll do anything for you!"

Feng Wenzheng was startled by the sudden kneeling and quickly reached out to help her up, saying, "Get up, get up, you don't need to do this..."

The little deer refused to get up, tilting her head back to look at him: "What's your name? I'll remember it. I'll definitely repay you someday!"

Feng Wenzheng opened his mouth, then sighed, "If you want to repay someone, repay our Master Chen. If it weren't for you... for him, I wouldn't have made a move."

Xiao Lu knelt on the ground, looking up at Feng Wenzheng with her big eyes full of seriousness. She understood Feng Wenzheng's words, turned her head, and looked at Chen Anran standing not far away.

The young man carrying the red gourd was still standing there, his face expressionless. But as Xiaolu looked at him, she suddenly remembered how he had walked slowly yet steadily on the mountain path, making the rugged terrain seem like flat ground to him. She recalled how, when he asked her, "Would you like to come with us?" there seemed to be something she couldn't understand hidden in his calm eyes.

She stood up and walked up to Chen Anran.

"Thank you," she said, her voice softer than when she spoke to Feng Wenzheng, but more earnest. "Although you didn't help, they are your friends, and it's because of you that they were willing to help me."

Chen Anran looked at her, remaining silent.

The little deer didn't mind and continued, "I will repay you. Although I'm just a little monster with no special abilities, I'm fast, have sharp ears, and can tell stories. I'll do anything you ask."

Chen Anran then spoke, asking, "Do you want to save your friend?"

The little deer paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Yes! But...but I don't know where they are..."

"I'll help you find it," Chen Anran said.

The little deer's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again. She lowered her head, looking at her toes, and said in a muffled voice, "Those powerful demons are very strong... The old hedgehog said they hunt little demons everywhere, and nobody dares to mess with them..."

"Don't be afraid. I'll help you."