Please control me, my divine being!

When Li Qinghe woke up in the cave, it was already the next day.

The strange sensation in my left eye has disappeared, but the lost vision hasn't returned; it's as if it's been covered up, with a large area of ​​it going black.

She walked to the edge of the puddle outside the cave and looked at her reflection in the water.

The right eye's pupil remained black with a hint of brown, but the left eye's pupil had turned pale white, making it stand out and giving off a slightly eerie feeling.

Li Qinghe thought for a while, then picked up a wood-chopping knife from her waist, cut off a few strands of her long hair on the left side, leaving enough bangs to cover her pale white eyes.

After examining her new hairstyle, Li Qinghe stared at her reflection, slightly lost in thought.

In just one month, she felt that she had changed a lot. Although she hadn't grown much, she had almost lost her childishness.

She tucked the wood-chopping knife back into her waistband and took out a bronze wine cup.

There was still a third of the red blood inside, and the mother's phantom image on the water became faintly visible.

"My God, I will succeed!"

She clasped her hands together reverently and silently prayed in her heart.

She didn't regret losing sight in her left eye, but she felt a pang of sadness.

But how could we possibly save our mother without paying a price?

Moreover, his left eye was not completely blind; after using a traditional method, he could still see.

And it allows us to see things more clearly and thoroughly than ever before.

Seeing the color of an object is only the first step. Once you fully master this eye, you will be able to see much more and have even more mesmerizing abilities.

After washing up by the river, Li Qinghe pushed aside branches and weeds to reach the tree hole where Bai Tieya was.

When she was still a dozen steps away, she smelled a foul odor, very similar to the one on her mother before—the smell of rotting flesh from festering sores.

Li Qinghe walked over quickly. Bai Tieya was embedded in the tree hole, his body and the tree trunk almost fused together. His skin had turned brown and was covered with lines.

From his lower body, countless dense roots emerged from his flesh and bones, burrowing into the soil and merging with the tree roots.

But these aren't the scariest parts.

White Iron Fang, who had transformed into a tree-man, had his chest cut open, and his internal organs were nowhere to be found.

Countless white, root-like things grew out of his flesh and blood, intertwined, and wrapped around a dark brown wooden heart.

Bai Tieya held a sharp stone shard in his right hand, covered in congealed blood.

Based on the numerous scratches on his chest, he used this stone shard to cut open his chest.

Li Qinghe looked to the side.

Besides these things, there were several pieces of bark on the ground with small characters carved on stone slabs.

She recognizes most of the characters and can roughly piece together the content above.

"This is a common herb I obtained in my early years, called 'Baihuo Tongxin,' which requires nourishment with one's own blood. My wife and I made a vow of 'mutual affection,' and if I were to crush this herb in front of her, she would be heartbroken."

The wooden heart within is a gift to the young lady to bolster her spirits on her journey.

Words cannot express my feelings; death is a silent farewell. Only this hatred rages within me, tearing me apart.

Li Qinghe wasn't sure who Bai Tieya hated—the River God, the Huang family, the Fa Cult, or even his own wife.

She sighed, reached out to touch the wooden heart, and as soon as she touched the other's torso, she heard a cracking sound. His upper body shattered into several pieces like rotten wood, and a wooden heart rolled into her hand.

After digging a grave and burying the fragments of Bai Tieya, Li Qinghe headed towards Huangshui Town.

The Fajiao sect is connected with the River God.

The Huang family has effectively taken control of Lianshan City.

This is not good news.

To cure the evil sores, she can only think of two directions: one is to kill the River God, but since he is in the water, it is very unrealistic.

Moreover, even if we kill Him, it might not necessarily affect those who have already contracted the evil sores.

The second approach, naturally, is to start with the Huang family.

The blood in the wine cup was decreasing, and she didn't have much time to hesitate. She had to find the Huang family.

Qin Hongshi is a lackey of the Huang family who controls Lianshan City, and she is the best breakthrough point at present.

Lost in thought, she soon returned to the town.

Chunrentang Medical Clinic remains open, and many shops in the town have regained their vibrancy, no longer as lifeless as before.

Many believers were active in various places, while only a small number remained at the earthen fort.

The Fa Cult is shifting its focus to several surrounding villages and towns under its control, aggressively recruiting new members.

Li Qinghe stood outside the clinic and watched from afar for a while.

Jiang Chuling was busy arranging medicinal herbs and copying prescriptions, and there was nothing unusual about her.

"Young lady, the carriage to the county town is about to leave. It only runs once a day. If you miss it today, you'll have to wait until tomorrow," a coachman whispered to her.

"Okay, let's go." Li Qinghe didn't disturb Jiang Chuling and turned to walk towards the convoy.

The Fajiao and the Huang family seem to be locked in a tug-of-war, with both sides ceasing their efforts at the same time.

The fish market pier has reopened.

The Fa Church announced that there would be no more sores, allowing fishermen to return to fishing.

It seemed like everything was back on track, but Li Qinghe knew that the absence of the evil sores was because the Fajiao and Hebo had reached an agreement to transfer the visible evil sores to a hidden place.

They did it more discreetly than the government had done before, so that everyone wouldn't feel insecure.

In the county town, as long as you don't have a yellow talisman on your wrist, you can come and go safely.

Some bolder people have already started traveling between the county town and villages. After all, staying at home and having the whole family eat only tree roots and wild vegetables is not as good as going out to do some business.

Li Qinghe then found a convoy heading to the county town.

She leaned against the oxcart, swaying back and forth, and closed her eyes for a short rest.

...

Zhou Qing watched the game's storyline progress smoothly and felt satisfied.

After experiencing so much, this little guy has become more opinionated and is growing up very quickly.

This means I can save some energy and make a move at the crucial moment.

The path of cultivation is mysterious and dangerous.

In this strange world of cultivation, Zhou Qing had made up his mind to remain hidden and develop slowly ever since he came into contact with extraordinary power.

Taking action at a crucial moment and controlling the girl allows for greater concealment and catches the enemy off guard.

The ink timing bar slowly dripped.

Zhou Qing left the warm pavilion and glanced at the lazy sun in the sky.

I casually flipped through the newspaper that was delivered to me, and hmm, another day without a curtain-roller.

Zhou Qing walked all the way to the main hall, where Steward Zheng and Qian Siliang were talking. The latter seemed to have a good business recently, so his face looked extremely rosy.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Qian Siliang quickly bowed.

"Did you bring the things?"

What Zhou Qing was most concerned about were naturally those items that could be included in the game's item stand and could play a role in changing the course of the game.

"Yes, yes, Your Highness gave the order, so I asked several friends to help. They were all carefully selected."

Qian Siliang pointed to the box next to him.

Zhou Qing didn't pick and choose, accepting everything without hesitation. Then, he slowly opened his discerning eye.

A flowing light intertwined inside the wooden box, most of which was white, except for one item that shimmered with a pale red light.

In the perception of the spirit, only that thing had a feeling different from other objects, but it was not exactly the same as the bronze wine vessel.

If bronze wine vessels give people a feeling of calmness and weight.

This item possesses an unstoppable sharpness, as if it could cut through everything in its path.

Zhou Qing was secretly delighted.

Old Qian is quite capable; he deserves a reward.

He turned his head, about to praise Qian Siliang, when he came into view a thick black aura above the other man's head.