The female cultivators of the Shouxin Sect fell from the sky like dumplings, their faces pale blue and purple from the poison infiltrating their bodies, each one frowning and falling into a coma.

"No!"

Wen Ling’s eyes reddened instantly, and as she spread her fingers, vines quickly sprouted, wrapping like ropes around several female cultivators.

"I will definitely take you back!" she cried tearfully.

The Poison Pattern Clam released another poison arrow, but before it could hit Wen Ling, it was frozen into an ice block and fell.

Jiang Han, whose face had also turned somewhat dark, flew in front of Wen Ling at this moment. Even though she was poisoned, her gaze remained determined.

"Junior sister, go quickly, take them back, I’ll hold off the Poison Pattern Clam!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Ling’s tears became uncontrollable: "No! Senior sister, if we’re leaving, we’ll leave together!"

"Quickly go! Do you want all of us to die here?!"

Jiang Han suddenly roared in anger, making Wen Ling forget her tears for a moment.

She understood Jiang Han’s resolve, turned, and flew towards the distance while dragging those female cultivators.

However, at this moment, the Poison Pattern Clam saw its prey escaping and immediately flew into a rage, its body inside the shell wriggled quickly, and a purple pearl flew out from it.

As the pearl rose into the air, the purple-black light quickly spread in all directions, even enveloping Wen Ling who was escaping.

Jiang Han clenched her teeth, understanding that either they would all die here today, or she would sacrifice herself to let Wen Ling live.

So, without much hesitation, Jiang Han formed the sealing technique with both hands, and intense coldness erupted from her body, freezing even the air wherever it passed.

In a few breaths, a hundred meters around turned into an icy world.

"Ice... storm!"

Jiang Han almost screamed, her mana instantly drained, while the intense cold mixed with countless icy winds and snowflakes formed a storm tornado, sweeping towards the Poison Pattern Clam!

And she herself, holding a longsword, transformed into the eye of the storm, stabbing towards the Poison Pattern Clam, even the poison pearl in the air was frozen, creating a chance for Wen Ling to escape.

The ice storm finally hurt the Poison Pattern Clam, carving a long scar on its shell, and the Poison Pattern Clam opened its shell against the storm, attempting to swallow Jiang Han.

"Senior sister..."

Wen Ling’s tears fell like broken pearls, but just as she felt despair, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

"Why are you looking so pathetic?"

Wen Ling turned around abruptly, seeing a broad figure, her nose twitched with emotion: "Senior! Please save Senior Sister!"

It was Chen Nan, who had recognized Wen Ling from afar. Now, as he looked on, he saw Jiang Han and the Poison Pattern Clam in the middle of the storm and couldn’t help but click his tongue.

"Why does Jiang Han look even colder?"

Although his tone carried a teasing note, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already above the ice storm.

"Huang Boyang left resources for you to cultivate; it’s not for you to die in vain!"

The sword Chenyuan raised above his head suddenly emitted a dazzling cold light, then slashed down, its sword qi fierce, splitting the ice storm open in one stroke, dividing the Poison Pattern Clam in two.

Jiang Han, ready to die, stared blankly at the figure above, her eyes also reddening, then she fainted.

Chen Nan quickly picked her up, noticing her skin was black and purple, indicating severe poisoning.

"Little snake, wake up and get to work!"

The slumbering King of Ten Thousand Gu reluctantly crawled to Chen Nan’s palm and bit Jiang Han’s arm; in just a moment, her skin regained its rosy color.

Wen Ling flew back, hurriedly lifting the female cultivators of Shouxin Sect, looking at Chen Nan with tears, saying nothing, as if she was greatly aggrieved.

"Alright, alright, I’m really afraid of you now."

Chen Nan helplessly could only let the King of Ten Thousand Gu cure the poison each one, pulling the female cultivators back from death’s door.

"Thank goodness, senior, thank you so much!"

Wen Ling cried tears of joy, throwing herself into Chen Nan’s arms, crying like a little child.

Gao Xue appeared next to Chen Nan like a ghost, her gaze taking on a scrutinizing look: "Oh, you seem to have done well outside."

Chen Nan’s hairs stood on end upon hearing this sarcastic remark, as it reminded him of the jealous Liu Hanyue, and he waved his hand instinctively saying: "Don’t misunderstand, there’s nothing between us!"

He realized afterward, explaining this to Gao Xue was unnecessary.

After crying for a while, Wen Ling finally recovered under the watchful eyes of Gao Xue and Zhong Ling, she flew to the distance shyly, wiped her tears, and flew back.

"Senior, why are you suddenly here?"

Chen Nan pointed at Zhong Ling, smiling: "This is my direct disciple Zhong Ling; I offended someone, so I brought her over temporarily to stay at Shouxin Sect; I’ll take her away once things settle."

Wen Ling didn’t hear anything Chen Nan said afterwards; when she learned Zhong Ling’s name, she immediately flew to Zhong Ling’s side, chuckling: "What a coincidence, I’m called Wen Ling, our names both have the ’Ling’ character."

"By the way, are you Jue Mingzi’s disciple? I’m really envious of you."

Zhong Ling was also startled by Wen Ling’s enthusiasm, but soon they became fast friends, seeming to have endless things to talk about.

Chen Nan looked at the comatose Jiang Han, then at the other unconscious female cultivators, sighed helplessly, and used his mana to lift them, flying towards Golden Sun Island.

After the previous events, no one from Shouxin Sect dared to ask about Master Boyang’s inheritance anymore, especially since the formidable Ming River Sect had died here.

Those female cultivators rescued by Chen Nan ran over excitedly upon seeing him, saluting him: "Greetings, benefactor."

Chen Nan quickly waved them off: "No need to call me benefactor."

"Yes, benefactor." The female cultivators responded happily, continuing to call him benefactor: "By the way, benefactor, where is Ning Yu?"

As soon as Ning Yu’s name was mentioned, Chen Nan could feel the burning gaze of Gao Xue behind him, unwilling to argue with her, he quickly changed the topic.

"They didn’t come back this time; by the way, how are you all living here?"

The female cultivators started discussing their current circumstances, explaining they were cultivating peacefully at Shouxin Sect and assuring Chen Nan that everything was fine.

In the following days, Chen Nan stayed at Shouxin Sect, treating injuries and cultivating while asking Wen Ling and others to help purchase various spiritual medicines.

After all, he possessed Blood Jade Ginseng over ten thousand years old, the perfect ingredient to refine healing pills.