"Since she is of help in developing the prescription, we must find her."
Song Qingchao stated with absolute certainty.
"This task can be entrusted to me."
In truth, she wasn't confident she could find this "medical ghost," but she dared to make a promise because she had discovered a few more books in her spatial dimension.
She needed to find an excuse...
Bai You'an pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement, "I think Miss Song's suggestion is excellent."
However, Xiang Yunling shook her head in disapproval.
"Setting aside whether she will truly be of help to us, it is very chaotic outside right now, and it would be very dangerous for you to go."
He deliberated for a moment, "Besides, aren't you also saying that the Chang family is sending people to capture you?"
Song Qingchao smiled, "The Chang family is after him; Young Master Xiang need not worry about me."
Xiang Yunling looked at Bai You'an in confusion, "Why doesn't Young Master Bai try to stop her?"
"Well..." Bai You'an raised his hand and removed his mask, revealing a pair of light-colored eyes, "I respect any of her decisions."
He handed his fan to Song Qingchao, "Moreover, she has the strength to do it, so let her go."
With that, Xiang Yunling said no more.
"Don't worry."
Song Qingchao took the fan Bai You'an handed her, bowed, and was about to leave when she was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.
"Be safe."
Song Qingchao nodded quickly.
With the fan in hand, her time was extended, and she wasn't worried at all.
After freeing her hand, she hurried to the stables.
After a brief inquiry, she set her sights on the back mountain.
She had no intention of going into the county.
It was too easy to be discovered with so many eyes around.
Furthermore, transporting such a large batch of medicinal herbs back would be troublesome.
Today, she would find a place and simply build the "medical ghost's residence," then bring people to move it later.
Song Qingchao rode her horse directly up the mountain via a small path behind the temple.
She stopped and started along the way,
but found no suitable place to build a house.
She eventually abandoned her horse and walked into the depths of the mountain.
In fact, she could have left with Mumu and Zhe'er after entering the city, but she truly couldn't abandon the lives of the city's inhabitants.
She still remembered the town in Mobei that had been bloodied.
She did not wish for such a tragedy to happen again.
She walked slowly inward, the fan in her hand repeatedly hitting the waist-high weeds.
Although this place was hidden in the back mountain, it was not impossible for people to be here.
She finally found a cave.
There were many weeds in front of the cave, but it was spacious enough.
Song Qingchao peeked inside, and the cave was also quite large. If someone were living here, she wouldn't find it strange.
The corners of her mouth curled up. She tucked the fan into her waist and then took out two Tang swords from her spatial dimension.
With a slight twist of her wrist and the force from her calves, she moved as lightly as a swallow. Her hands controlled the two swords, mercilessly cutting down the weeds in front of the cave.
Only when the area in front of the cave became a bare patch did Song Qingchao cease the flying blades.
She sheathed her swords and then twisted her wrists.
She hadn't practiced martial arts in some days, and she was a bit tired.
She briefly scanned the surroundings, then collected the broken weeds into her spatial dimension, and then took out the medicinal herbs from her dimension.
The spatial dimension was excellent as a temporary shelter; it was not only convenient and fast but, more importantly, it saved her labor.
Otherwise, it would have taken at least half a day to bend down to pick up the grass and clean it up.
Just as Song Qingchao was about to look inside the cave,
the sound of rolling stones suddenly echoed from the side of the cave.
She turned her head and directly flung a fine needle from her spatial dimension.
Several fine needles pierced vertically into the wall, startling the person behind into revealing the hem of her skirt.
A rustling sound, like a kitten knocking over a candlestick.
"No!"
A trembling voice accompanied a white handkerchief that was extended.
Song Qingchao frowned and turned around, only to see a thin, small girl slowly peeking out from behind the stone wall.
She was wearing a veil, so her appearance was unclear.
But her pair of almond-shaped eyes were quite lively, blinking like a young deer.
"This heroine, I didn't see anything," she said, waving her hands and explaining haltingly.
Song Qingchao glanced at her dismissively, her palm closing around the Tang sword with the scent of fresh grass.
"Heroine, don't be impulsive!"
The young girl quickly covered her mouth and nose and retreated, "I have the plague, don't come near me, it's contagious."
Song Qingchao didn't listen to her and continued to walk forward.
"Then why aren't you at the temple, but here?"
She asked coldly.
The girl's eyes were too clear. She wasn't the type to kill someone unnecessarily, but if the girl had seen what she had just done, it would be troublesome.
"Hear me out!" The girl crossed her arms in front of her chest and spoke nervously.
She was truly scared!
"I have a home, but I ran away from it."
Seeing Song Qingchao's steps halt, she quickly caught her breath and then tried to soothe the killing intent that Song Qingchao's eyes clearly displayed.
"Heroine, put down your sword first! I see you wield your twin blades very skillfully; killing me would be too easy."
She cleared her throat, "But you haven't acted yet, so I think you must be a kind-hearted person."
Song Qingchao scoffed, holding her sword horizontally in front of her, and even gently blew on the fresh grass stuck to it, "How do you know there aren't any spirits under my blade?"
The girl immediately began to flatter her, "I can tell from your face!"
She wanted to step forward but stopped herself, remembering her illness. She could only fret inwardly, "Heroine, I want to live, and I know I can't escape. Moreover, you won't believe me if I say I didn't see anything."
"Oh? So, you saw something?" Song Qingchao asked coldly, taking a step forward with her sword, "Speak, what did you see?"
The girl swallowed, her gaze flicking to the sword at her neck, "If I tell you, can the heroine let me go?"
Song Qingchao cocked her chin, "Let you go? If you can convince me, I might consider it."
Upon hearing this, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm reassured by what you said."
She sweetly offered a smile so sweet it was cloying, "Firstly, my name is Lin Tingwan, and I..."
"Wait a moment." Song Qingchao interrupted her and then asked doubtfully, "You said your name is Lin Tingwan, are you perhaps Miss Lin?"
The girl nodded vigorously, "You know me? That's good!"
Song Qingchao thought for a moment, but still didn't lower her sword, "I don't."
Lin Tingwan's smiling mouth instantly froze, but she quickly regained her composure, "It's okay, it's fine if you don't know."
She carefully and cautiously extended a fair, short finger towards Song Qingchao's bracelet, "Yours is a spatial dimension, isn't it?"