Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

"Who secretly ordered barbecue? These lamb skewers smell so strong..."

Qin Ning muttered something, then suddenly opened her eyes, her consciousness quickly returning.

Sheepskin blankets, haystacks, makeshift hearths...

Was I rescued by herdsmen on the grassland?

Qin Ning shivered as she lifted the blanket that reeked of mutton, then quickly covered herself with it again.

"It's so cold."

He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and took a quick look around. He felt no discomfort. If it weren't for the few small scars he could still feel on his chest, Qin Ning would have wondered if his previous fierce battle with the plague was just a dream.

"Meow?" In the darkness, two round balls, one blue and one yellow, lit up. The little black cat, noticing Qin Ning's awakening, wagged its tail as a greeting, then listlessly buried its head under its paws.

"The raccoon is here too. Judging from its appearance, this place should be quite safe."

Gently stroking the little black cat beside her pillow, Qin Ning, using the moonlight filtering through the gaps in the felt tent, saw her peach wood sword, Bagua tablet, and acupuncture kit on a pile of hay not far away.

Even the thin nightgown that had been torn into a curtain was neatly placed to the side.

"Everything is here, but..."

Remembering the Dao Master's instructions that revealing his identity as a successor of the Daoist sect would result in death, a faint worry flashed in Qin Ning's eyes, followed by a self-deprecating smile.

He's still alive, which proves he's alright, so why worry unnecessarily?

"I don't know how long I was unconscious, or what happened during that time."

Qin Ning vaguely remembered that she had fainted because she was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and because there was too much pathogenic energy in her body. Logically speaking, even if she woke up, she should be very weak.

But now he is not only full of energy, but he also seems to have fewer wounds than he remembers.

"It's a pity you can't speak, and I don't understand animal language." Looking at the listless little black cat, Qin Ning didn't disturb it. Instead, she focused her attention on her mind.

The half-black, half-white booklet floated silently, everything as usual.

No need to take it out, just flip through the pages in the Lingtai (spiritual platform) to view it.

The seventh page, which was inlaid with the image of the plague plant, was changed to color, and a line of small text was added at the bottom.

[Supernatural Power: Plague]

An epidemic is a disease that affects all people. It can be absorbed, stored, and spread.

"This must be the innate supernatural power of the plague herb, plague energy..." Qin Ning stared at the words on the page for a moment, and an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

During the ordination ceremony, the Dao Master left him with a lot of information, including information about the various forces in this world, such as the Great Xia Dynasty's dominance over 60 states in the Central Plains, the Great Ling Dynasty's establishment of a Buddhist state, and the female Khan of the Northern Desert Court, who was no less capable than men.

The taste of the overseas demon race is delicious, etc.

In addition, there are various cultivation paths, mainly Yin-Yang martial arts, medicine, Confucianism, Buddhism, Mohism, and military strategy, with a wide variety of complex subsystems.

From the ninth rank to the first rank, each family has its own strengths.

"When I'm out and about, I can't reveal my identity as a successor of the Daoist sect, but I still need some kind of cover. Now that this plague energy supernatural power has come knocking on my door, plus some of the traditional Chinese medicine knowledge I learned in my two years of university, I can pretend to be a cultivator on the path of a healer." As Qin Ning was thinking, the mischievous smiling face of the boy suddenly flashed through his mind.

"So, this was all planned by you beforehand?"

He felt slightly annoyed, but quickly dismissed the unnecessary emotion.

Silently recalling the fierce battle against the plague, Qin Ning clenched his fist and secretly set a rule for himself.

"When subduing evil spirits in the future, regardless of their strength, we must be fully prepared. The information on the minor evil spirits on the thirty-six white pages is clear, and although I cannot look at the black pages for the time being, they are called major evil spirits. There must be rumors and records left in the world. I should pay more attention to them in the future." Qin Ning thought to himself, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.

For some reason, he suddenly seemed to be looking forward to the upcoming journey.

Continuing to close his eyes and pretend to sleep, Qin Ning shifted his consciousness to his meridians and lower abdomen (dantian).

The vital energy surges within the meridians and acupoints, eventually converging at the dantian, forming a colorless and slowly flowing vortex.

And now, one and a half percent of the vortex within his body has been stained with a faint purple hue.

In the Taoist cultivation path, the ninth-ranked disciple must be well-versed in Taoist classics, opening up the body's energy channels from scratch, breaking through the dantian to form the sea of ​​qi, before they can be considered to have entered the path.

At this step, the Dao Lord bestowed a title upon Qin Ning, directly elevating him to the ninth rank of perfection.

To advance from a ninth-rank child to an eighth-rank self-refiner, one must persist in absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, transforming all the true energy in the dantian and dantian into the source of life, which is that faint purple radiance, only then can one be considered to have entered the eighth rank.

It is said that even those with exceptional talent need a full hundred days.

Those with poor talent may even waste their entire lives, trapped in the realm of a ninth-rank child prodigy.

"I have never cultivated since receiving the ordination. So... this part of my life essence is due to the plague herb and the thirty-six great evil ordination talismans?" Qin Ning was pondering when the thin curtain of the felt tent was lifted.

A chill, accompanied by the scent of cherry blossoms, rushed in, significantly reducing the musty smell on the blanket.

"The cat isn't reacting, so it seems there's no danger. But who would come to my tent in the dark in the middle of the night?"

Qin Ning looked up in confusion, glancing towards the curtain.

The woman who entered was fair-skinned, with thick eyebrows and eyes that seemed to hold autumn water. She was tall and slender, wearing a wide, moon-white robe with a high collar and a light blue jade belt around her waist, which accentuated her slender waist and exquisite figure. The belt was decorated with five copper coins and a small silver abacus.

What a beautiful and elegant face, and what an amazing figure!

However... their attire doesn't look like that of a herdsman at all.

Qin Ning's mind raced, and her eyes glanced at him instinctively before quickly looking away.

The little black cat squinted at the person who came, then silently buried its head under its paws.

During the day and a half that the owner was unconscious, the other party came more than ten times and fed her a lot of things. Once, the other party even fed her half a pill, so in her heart...

This person is practically one of us.

"You're awake?" The woman's deep, melodious voice rang out as her gaze met Qin Ning's, husky with a hint of languor.

Qin Ning got up, wrapped in a blanket, and nodded with a smile.

"Did you save me?"

The woman's snow-white neck swayed slightly: "You were brought back by two boys from this tribe." She changed the subject: "However, you were badly injured. While you were unconscious, you ate five of my Replenishing Pills, each costing thirty taels of silver. I'll give you the cost price; you now owe me 75 taels of silver."

Qin Ning was stunned. So the beautiful woman in front of him was his creditor.

However, the information in the other person's words cleared up one of his doubts: why he was in such a good condition after waking up.

It's mostly because of this Qi-replenishing pill.

"Thank you for the medicine, but I currently have no money on me. Could you perhaps grant me some more time?"

Qin Ning didn't doubt the truthfulness of what the other party said. Firstly, there were other people in the tribe, making it easy to cross-verify. Secondly, his current mental state was genuinely good.

Thirdly... he was penniless, so even if the other party wanted to cheat him, they wouldn't be able to get anything out of him now.

"Can."

The woman hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement, and then said softly, "My surname is Feng, and my given name is Hanying."

"My name is Qin Ning."

Come to think of it, the woman in front of him seemed to be the first human he had encountered while he was conscious after transmigrating.

"By the way, if you still can't keep up, you can use your Bagua compass and peach wood sword to defend yourself. They seem to be authentic Taoist ritual implements."

You must be from the Taoist sect..."

Before the other person could finish speaking, Qin Ning's face was beaming with a smile, but her heart suddenly clenched.

His identity... has been exposed?!