374: Chapter 384 Healing Girl Little Bell! Killing God - Su Xuan!

The dagger gleamed with a dull, cold light, leaving only a final inch before the little girl's frail chest.

However, the little girl merely furrowed her brows slightly and chose to close her eyes.

She did not resist, nor did she cry out; instead, like a broken ragdoll, she numbly accepted the pain.

Yet, the pain of the blade piercing flesh that she had anticipated did not come.

The down-and-out Cultivator widened his eyes in terror. He was horrified to discover that his hand seemed to be embedded in an invisible iron plate; no matter how much force he used, the dagger could not advance even a fraction of an inch!

"I do not like others using anything to threaten me."

Behind the counter, Su Dao still lay lazily on the bamboo chair, not even lifting an eyelid. His tone was flat, without a ripple of emotion:

"In this world, apart from my family, no one can do that."

As the last word fell softly from his lips.

The down-and-out Cultivator, still maintaining his posture of holding the knife, saw the light in his eyes vanish like a candle in the wind, extinguishing instantly and dimming completely.

He did not even have time to let out a scream before his life force was forcibly stripped away under an invisible rule of the Heavenly Dao.

The little girl, realizing that the long-awaited pain had not arrived, quietly opened her eyes.

Upon seeing the corpse before her, her small, dirt-stained face was filled with numbness, as if such matters of life and death had long been commonplace in her eyes.

"I'll give you ten breaths to leave this place."

Su Dao swayed the bamboo chair gently, his tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

For these past three years, in order to find a quiet place to sleep, he had seen too much suffering at the bottom of the Brilliant Star Domain.

Among the Cultivators in this city, every one of them deserved to die, and few would claim they were wronged.

But if he were to kill every other one, there would definitely be some that slipped through the net.

The overall environment was completely rotten. He, Su Dao, did not want to be some savior of the world; he just wanted to rest well.

The little girl did not say much.

She struggled to crawl up from the ground, lifted those small, muddy, dirty feet, and walked obediently out of the pharmacy barefoot.

However, when she reached the threshold of the pharmacy, her footsteps came to a halt.

Outside was a gray sky and unfamiliar streets, and her eyes revealed a deep sense of bewilderment.

The world was so vast, where could she go?

In the end, she dragged her emaciated body, like a stray cat abandoned by the world, and silently curled up under the sign at the entrance of Su Dao's pharmacy, attempting to find a tiny bit of pitiful security.

On the wooden sign, four elegant characters were carved: [Qingxin Pavilion].

Inside the pharmacy, the corpse of the down-and-out Cultivator turned into powder in a gentle breeze and soon disappeared. Qingxin Pavilion returned to tranquility once again.

"Patter... patter..."

The sky became even gloomier, and drops of cold rain began to fall from the clouds, striking the bluestone slabs.

Su Dao turned over inside the shop, changed to a comfortable position, and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

Regarding the task of finding a Dao Companion set by his father, Su Feng, he could be said to have not the slightest interest.

Although he was still a bachelor and had not married or had children.

But his experience in raising children was well over a hundred years!!!

This was what they called being only 25 years old, but having over ten years of work experience!

Furthermore, his father had so many offspring now that he wouldn't miss one less. This heavy responsibility of continuing the family line should be left to others.

The rain outside grew heavier and heavier.

From the initial light patter, it quickly turned into a torrential downpour.

The cold rainwater gathered into streams along the eaves, mercilessly pounding down on the little girl curled up beneath the wooden sign.

The rain of early spring was bone-chillingly cold.

The long-term hunger and cold, combined with her healing Physique, meant that every time she recovered from injuries, she was overdrawing her internal life reserves.

The little girl trembled violently all over, her lips frozen purple.

She felt her body temperature dropping rapidly, her vision becoming increasingly blurred, and even the noisy sound of the rain around her gradually faded away.

"Am I going to die..."

The moment before she was about to fall into a complete coma.

Through the gaps of her heavy eyelids, she vaguely saw an opened oil-paper umbrella, and a tall, slender figure quietly appeared before her, blocking the wind and rain for her.

"He... seems to be glowing..."

This was the last thought that flashed through the little girl's mind.

...

I do not know how much time had passed.

The little girl slowly woke up. This feeling was the only peaceful sleep she had experienced since she could remember, without being beaten or scolded, and without nightmares.

The air was filled with a faint, bitter medicinal fragrance.

Upon smelling this scent, the little girl's pupils suddenly constricted violently, and her body tensed instinctively, as if she had suddenly recalled the life of being locked in the pitch-black demonic sect as consumable material.

However, when she nervously looked around, she discovered that those familiar poison vats did not appear.

She was lying on a bed covered with soft bedding.

"So... this is what a bed is called..."

The little girl touched the soft and comfortable quilt on her body and muttered to herself.

She discovered that her original tattered clothes, stained with blood and mud, had disappeared, and her body had been cleaned thoroughly; her wounds had all scabbed over and healed.

Beside her pillow, a simple, elegant, and clean cyan dress was neatly folded.

Recalling the glowing figure she saw before losing consciousness, she immediately lifted the quilt, hurriedly put on the slightly oversized cyan dress, and pushed the door open to go out.

The layout of Qingxin Pavilion was not large, just a simple three-courtyard residence.

She quickly passed through the corridor and found the figure who was still lying on the bamboo chair beside the medicine cabinet in the front hall.

Seeing Su Dao, the little girl's knees subconsciously went soft, and she knelt directly on the ground.

She prepared to press her forehead tightly against the floor tiles; that smooth, practiced movement made one's heart ache.

"If you want to stay here with me, there are three conditions."

Before her head could touch the ground, Su Dao's lazy voice drifted over lightly.

"First, I have no interest in knowing your past. From today on, you only have one name: Little Bell."

"Second, here, you do not kneel to anyone; keep your head up and live as a person."

"Third, do not act on your own; do whatever I say."

Su Dao kept his eyes closed, not even bothering to interrogate Little Bell about her origins.

Because in his view, whatever forces or grudges were behind this young girl were simply unimportant.

In Little Bell's numb and hollow eyes, a few traces of clarity belonging to a living person gradually emerged.

She slowly stood up from the ground, her frail body appearing somewhat thin in the cyan dress, and she gazed blankly at Su Dao.

"Now, go and memorize all the medicinal herb illustrated guides and price lists on the counter."

Su Dao casually tossed out dozens of Jade Slips containing recorded information.

Little Bell stepped forward quickly and respectfully received the Jade Slips with both hands. She took a deep look at this man who had saved her and stiffly uttered one word:

"Yes!"

From then on, there was no more superfluous communication between the two, but rather a kind of tacit understanding formed.

Su Dao lay on the chair sleeping every day, unfailingly.

While Little Bell was like a tireless spinning top; besides memorizing pharmacological knowledge day and night, she took on all the chores in the pavilion.

Just at this rare moment of tranquility.

One day, while Little Bell was organizing medicinal herbs in front of the counter, she suddenly felt a suffocating, terrifying Killing Intent sweeping in from outside the pharmacy!

That Killing Intent was so intense that it seemed as if it wanted to slaughter every living being within a hundred miles!

Every hair on Little Bell's body stood on end, and she couldn't help but look toward the door.

She heard a burst of heavy, metallic-sounding footsteps.

A young man with a cold expression and Killing Intent visible between his brows slowly stepped over the threshold.

He was draped in a terrifying suit of dark gold battle armor, upon which ancient suppression runes circulated.

On the breastplate of the armor was carved the dharma image of an ancient Wisdom King with wide, angry eyes; that supreme pressure, which seemed capable of suppressing all Heavenly Gods and demons, was exactly his companion Emperor weapon—[Prison-Suppressing Wisdom King Armor]!

Under this terrifying Killing Intent that seemed to push aside all laws, Little Bell actually gritted her teeth and held on, staring straight at this terrifying figure.

Little Bell remembered Su Dao's second rule: keep your head up and live as a person!

Su Dao, who had been resting with his eyes closed, was finally awakened by this commotion.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the young man filled with Evil Qi before him, sighed helplessly, and rubbed his brow:

"Su Xuan... your Killing Intent... is too heavy!"