The medical conditions in the cultivation world were absolutely terrible.

  Moreover, most cultivators were among the most ignorant people. When injured, they loved to take heavy metal pills, which only made things worse.

  In truth, cultivators had incredibly strong bodies. They weren't easy to kill.

  Someone at Foundation Establishment like Liu Yueyan could probably survive even with her limbs cut off.

  But... Lin Lin was a genius.

  Geniuses never relied on the probability of luck.

  What they had were backup plans sorted from A to Z.

  Lin Lin dragged Liu Yueyan and the two maids' corpses into the secluded chamber and began attempting modern medical rescue.

  First, the operating table and chair.

  This table in the chamber was originally a torture device used by Qingfeng Sect.

  After Lin Lin disinfected and modified it, it became an operating table.

  He quickly strapped Liu Yueyan's two残 arms and two残 legs to the table, covering the wounds with Pasteurized towels.

  These disinfected towels had been sterilized by distillation in the pill refinery furnace—absolutely clean.

  With the wounds blocked, he had time to prepare.

  Next, removing clothes.

  Many cultivators didn't care about hygiene. Their clothes carried bacteria, easily infecting wounds.

  Lin Lin stripped Liu Yueyan. Spring scenery泄露.

  As her clothes came off, there were surging waves and层峦叠嶂 peaks.

  Lin Lin was a man. Seeing this, he definitely felt something.

  But scientific reason calmed him down.

  No rush. If love is meant to last, why cling to朝夕?

  After she healed, there would be plenty of time to exchange feelings.

  "Dog slave, dog... mmmph mmmph!"

  Before Liu Yueyan could finish cursing, Lin Lin stuffed a rag into her mouth.

  Next was the critical part.

  Without sufficient medical equipment, Lin Lin couldn't identify blood types, so he couldn't transfuse Liu Yueyan.

  This meant that in the upcoming surgery, he had to be extremely careful. No mistakes!

  But fortunately, Lin Lin had concocted a knockout brew extracted from hallucinogens.

  After being forced to drink it, Liu Yueyan soon grew dizzy and lay unconscious on the table.

  Of course, the dosage wasn't high. Liu Yueyan's condition was too poor.

  A large dose might kill her outright.

  Lin Lin wasn't a professional anesthetist. He didn't dare use too much.

  So the entire surgery had to be quick.

  First, the arms.

  The great axe Lin Lin used was also a clean tool, wrapped in Pasteurized towels and disinfected.

  So the wounds on Liu Yueyan's arms were relatively clean.

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  He just needed to disinfect with alcohol, stitch them up, and pack the wounds with crushed, disinfected medicine.

  Finally, bandage with Pasteurized bandages.

  But Liu Yueyan's legs were much more complicated.

  The explosive's unpredictable power had left a lot of dead tissue.

  Dead tissue rotting would cause leg infection.

  Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator might not survive a leg infection.

  And during the process of cutting away dead tissue, he couldn't let Liu Yueyan lose too much blood. This was undoubtedly an extremely difficult surgery.

  But Lin Lin was a genius. He inherited his mother's八级工 craftsmanship.

  No matter how precise the surgery, he could handle it easily.

  Lin Lin re-sterilized his surgical tools and began cutting like a storm.

  Half an hour later, he finally finished.

  Lin Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, looking slightly tired.

  This way, Liu Yueyan's life was basically saved.

  During the break, Lin Lin went out and chatted with the disciples guarding the cave.

  These disciples had vaguely heard the explosion but hadn't paid much attention.

  With the summer insects chirping, they hadn't heard Liu Yueyan and the maids' screams.

  Lin Lin told the guards that the Young Miss had already left through the cave's secret passage.

  Then he found Ma Zhaoyuan and the other two, instructing them to keep it secret.

  For the first half month, they should tell outsiders the Young Miss had caught a chill and was bedridden.

  If anyone asked later, they should say the Young Miss and Sect Leader had gone to Spirit Sword Sect to visit relatives.

  In the future, Qingfeng Sect had Spirit Sword Sect backing it.

  That way, although other sects couldn't see Liu Fenghai, they wouldn't dare spy on Qingfeng Sect.

  Sure enough, Ma Zhaoyuan jumped out to question again.

  "Did Liu Yueyan really leave? I didn't see her flying artifact."

  Lin Lin replied irritably, "The Sect Leader wanted the Young Miss to travel secretly to Spirit Sword Mountain. Of course, they couldn't let anyone see. Otherwise, if someone saw the Young Miss alone at Spirit Sword Mountain, they'd ask where the Sect Leader was. Wouldn't that blow our cover?"

  "Oh, right."

  Although Lin Lin was annoyed, he couldn't get rid of Ma Zhaoyuan yet.

  Ma Zhaoyuan still had significant influence among the inner disciples.

  With his help, Lin Lin could stabilize them.

  After dealing with the three acting elders, Lin Lin rushed back to the training chamber.

  By now, Liu Yueyan was groggily waking up.

  People who lose a lot of blood need water. Lin Lin fed her cooled boiled water with some brown sugar and salt.

  Then he placed her in a thin blanket.

  Although it was summer, the cave was cool—a bit chilly.

  While doing this, Lin Lin felt a touch of self-pity.

  Look at how Liu Yueyan treated him.

  Disfigured him, humiliated him, even threatened to geld him.

  And how did he treat Liu Yueyan?

  When she was on the verge of death, he used surgery to save her life.

  In the future, he'd change her dressings, feed her, even clean up her waste.

  What a great spirit of repaying evil with good!

  He'd heard there was an online term, "saint," describing someone excessively kind to their enemies.

  Right. That described him perfectly.

  Was Liu Yueyan his enemy? Yes.

  Were his actions—changing dressings for the limbless Liu Yueyan, feeding her, cleaning up her waste—kind?

  Yes. No mistake.

  Thinking this, Lin Lin felt he was being particularly shameless.

  Blowing off someone's legs and chopping off their arms, yet feeling so self-righteous.

  Next came the part where he spun lies.

  "Miss Liu, I'll tell you the truth. I'm a spy sent by the Demon Cult. The three elders are dead. In these three vats are their bodies."

  "Don't worry. Your father is alive, helping our Demon Cult infiltrate the Central Plains cultivation sects."

  "We have an agreement. As long as he completes his mission, you and your father will be reunited. Even if he fails, in three years, we'll let you see each other."

  "Besides, the Demon Cult has secret techniques to regenerate lost limbs. Even if you escaped now, you'd just be a cripple."

  This web of lies left Liu Yueyan confused, unable to tell truth from fiction.

  After all, she was semi-literate. She had no idea she'd just stepped on a TNT landmine.

  She couldn't sense any spiritual energy in the道具 that blew off her legs.

  Thus, Liu Yueyan could only conclude she'd fallen victim to the mysterious methods of the Demon Cult.

  And Lin Lin really was a member of the Demon Cult.

  Ha, the Demon Cult was terrifying. A small sect like Qingfeng, without protection, could be destroyed in an instant.

  Of course, making Liu Yueyan submit wasn't easy.

  Fortunately, Lin Lin had事先 hidden Liu Fenghai's corpse in the cave's ice room, but left the three elders' bodies in the chamber.

  He took Elder Ma's head from the formalin and showed it to Liu Yueyan.

  "Miss Liu, your father killed the three elders as a blood offering to join our Demon Cult. If you escape and expose my identity, you'll face revenge from the three elders' families."

  "Then, those families will curse you as Demon Cult trash, a whore trampled by thousands. They'll torture you in every way."

  "If you obey me, in three years, when your father returns, you'll still be the Young Miss of Qingfeng Sect. And by then, your father might even pass the sect to you."

  Lin Lin considered himself an excellent talker.

  After a barrage of carrots and sticks, wild忽悠, Liu Yueyan wept rivers of tears and had no choice but to accept this cruel reality.

  Acceptance meant no longer seeking death, but resigning herself to fate.

  The next three years would be nothing but endless humiliation and pain.

  "Good. I'm glad you understand, Miss."

  Lin Lin lifted her blanket. "Oh, by the way. One more thing. Can you help me out?"

  Liu Yueyan saw the small tent in his pants. Her pupils dilated instantly. "You... you Demon Cult lackey! What do you want?!"

  "Well... how about... sometime, we do some push-ups together for exercise?"

  "You... you Demon Cult lecherous dog!"