This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

The little girl slept for a whole day and night, only waking up slowly the next morning.

When she opened her eyes, her gray eyes were dull and lifeless.

The little girl slowly got up with a puzzled look on her face. Just as she was about to grope her way off the bed, she heard a familiar voice coming from not far away.

"woke up?"

The little girl was startled and somewhat panicked.

Li Daoxuan sighed softly and asked:

"Do you remember... what happened?"

The little girl paused, a flicker of emotion crossing her hazy eyes, and began to desperately try to recall.

Bloody images flashed through my mind: hearts being ripped out, lungs being pulled out, and lifeblood being sucked...

Her face was gradually covered by endless fear.

Her mouth opened slightly uncontrollably, her chest heaved violently as if struck by a heavy hammer, and each breath she took was trembling.

In her memory, her eyes seemed to be intact, and she could see everything around her.

That's why she saw the scene that completely broke her down.

She personally dug out her parents' hearts and ate them, bite by bite.

"vomit..."

The little girl was deathly pale, leaning over the edge of the bed, vomiting violently.

She vomited out a large amount of black, foul-smelling filth, which looked like pieces of flesh and blood.

The sight of that filthy thing gave Li Daoxuan goosebumps.

He couldn't help but think that being unable to see at this moment was actually a very fortunate thing.

The little girl vomited for a long time, until there was nothing left to vomit.

Then she burst into tears, crying uncontrollably.

Li Daoxuan sat quietly by his side the whole time.

He knew that this child was far more precocious than his peers and was also significantly more mature.

This is her talent, her extraordinary strength.

But at this moment, this precocious talent brought her unparalleled pain.

Who can watch themselves eat their own parents' hearts?

Li Daoxuan could imagine that pain, but he couldn't truly empathize with it.

He could only sit aside, silently reciting the Taoist text "Five Thousand Words," gently soothing the little girl with his mental power to ensure that she would not suffer any damage to her soul or heart meridian.

Perhaps she was exhausted from crying, the little girl gradually fell silent and drifted off to sleep with her chest heaving.

Li Daoxuan sighed softly, and a purification talisman flew out, decomposing and cleaning up the foul air and vomit in the room, making it disappear without a trace.

Li Daoxuan slowly approached the bedside, gently stroked the little girl's forehead, and silently recited the "Qingjing Jing" (Classic of Purity and Tranquility) that the system had just rewarded him with.

The magic flowed through the little girl's entire body, and only after confirming that there was no longer any evil energy left did he leave the room.

Qingfeng was guarding outside the door. When he saw Li Daoxuan come out, he quickly stepped forward and asked:

"Sir, how is she?"

Li Daoxuan sighed and said:

"This child is precocious and understands everything, and precisely because of this, it's even harder for her to bear..."

Qingfeng also sighed, his eyes filled with worry.

The little girl remained unconscious until noon before waking up again. Unlike last time, she simply lay blankly on the bed without saying a word.

Li Daoxuan walked in carrying a new set of clothes, placed them beside the little girl, and said gently:

"Can you dress yourself?"

The little girl didn't speak, she just nodded gently.

Li Daoxuan smiled and said:

"Please take a shower and change into some clean clothes in a little while, okay?"

The little girl's clothes were already stiff and stained with blood. Even with Li Daoxuan's purification talisman, the pungent smell of blood lingered like a persistent carbuncle.

The little girl remained silent, only nodding quietly.

Qingfeng carried in a large wooden tub, filled it with warm water, and said softly:

"Why don't you take a hot shower first? You can manage on your own, right?"

The little girl didn't say anything, so Qingfeng had no choice but to back out.

After the door was closed, the little girl finally groped her way off the bed, slowly took off her clothes, and walked down the stool into the wooden tub.

When the warm water enveloped her entire body, the little girl visibly paused, and tears welled up in her dim eyes once again.

She sat there in the wooden tub, curled up, weeping silently.

Li Daoxuan sat in the courtyard, his keen senses allowing him to clearly hear the sounds coming from inside the room.

But he was helpless; ultimately, the little girl had to endure these heart-wrenching pains on her own.

After an unknown amount of time, the room door finally opened.

The little girl, wearing a light red cloth dress that Qingfeng had just bought for her, had wet hair and a rosy complexion, looking less pale.

The little girl walked out, holding onto the door frame, and reached out to feel her way forward, as if trying to find her way.

Li Daoxuan coughed lightly and said:

"I'm here..."

The little girl immediately found her bearings and walked straight toward Li Daoxuan.

Despite lacking sight, her other senses were more acute than normal, and the little girl accurately stopped about three feet away from Li Daoxuan.

She remained silent, simply kneeling down in quiet contemplation.

Li Daoxuan did not stop her, watching the little girl kowtow repeatedly.

She asked after she stopped:

"What do you want? Speak."

The little girl's voice was hoarse as she spoke, word by word:

"My daughter's parents should still be in the mortuary at the yamen. I beg you, sir, to retrieve their bodies for my daughter and buy a coffin for their burial."

Li Daoxuan remained calm and asked indifferently:

Why should I help you?

The little girl was silent for a moment, then replied:

"My daughter is ten years old this year, and in five more years she will be of marriageable age. At that time, no matter where you sell me, you won't lose out."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng's eyes instantly turned red.

Wasn't that why he chose to sell himself cheaply and become a slave in the first place?

People like him and the little girl are commonplace even in this county town.

The survival of ordinary people has always been this difficult.

It cannot withstand the slightest setback.

Qingfeng turned to look at Li Daoxuan, wanting to plead for the little girl and ask him not to sell her into slavery.

However, he knew his own status well and had no right to say such things to Li Daoxuan.

After the little girl finished speaking, she lay prostrate on the ground, silent and no longer begging.

Looking at this young girl, Li Daoxuan gained a deeper understanding of her maturity and intelligence.

A ten-year-old girl, whose parents have both passed away and who has no relatives or friends in the world, knows very well that she cannot survive on her own.

So without any hesitation or shame, she knelt directly before Li Daoxuan, her savior, and begged to be taken in.

She can even directly state her plans for her future life for this purpose.

This is not the kind of insight and courage that a ten-year-old girl should have.

Li Daoxuan had no reason to refuse.

Taoist cultivation emphasizes predestined relationships. Qingfeng was the person who appeared by his side to take care of him when he needed him most, so he had long ago designated Qingfeng as the person to whom he would pass on his teachings.

This little girl also appeared in his life by chance, and there is an inevitable cause-and-effect connection between the two.

Li Daoxuan gently raised his hand, and a gentle force helped the little girl slowly stand up.

The little girl still retained the memory of fighting Li Daoxuan when she was possessed by a vengeful ghost, and knew his power well, so she was not surprised at all by Li Daoxuan's miraculous methods.

Li Daoxuan glanced at the little girl's hair, channeled his magic, and completely removed the water stains, leaving her hair dry and smooth.

Then he asked in a gentle voice:

"Are you willing to believe me?"

The little girl was taken aback, not expecting Li Daoxuan to ask such a question.

She thought for only a few moments before replying:

"I'm willing to believe you, and... you're the only one I can believe."

Li Daoxuan was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then a smile appeared on his lips.

He nodded and said:

"Alright, I will help you bury your parents. From now on, you can stay here."

The little girl showed no joy whatsoever; she simply nodded blankly and uttered a single word in a hoarse voice: "Okay."

Li Daoxuan continued to ask:

"What's your name?"

The little girl opened her mouth, the name was on the tip of her tongue, almost slipping out, but at the last moment she changed her mind and said:

"In a daze, I seemed to hear someone calling the name 'Mingyue'. I knew they were calling me."

"From now on... my name will be Mingyue."

Li Daoxuan chuckled softly upon hearing this, turned to look at Qingfeng, and murmured:

"A gentle breeze...a bright moon...that's enough."

The two did not understand what this meant, but silently memorized each other's names.

One of them was named Qingfeng, a fifteen-year-old boy.

A girl named Mingyue is ten years old.