Such powerful spiritual power completely suppressed those numerous spiritual medicine masters.
Those spiritual medicine masters were, at most, of the third rank. Unlike Zhang Tianyuan, they didn't have the perverted spiritual beast inner pills to temporarily boost their combat power.
So, it didn't take long before their spirits began to blur.
When looking at things, they couldn't even focus their eyes.
Zhao Shuning smiled faintly and flipped the hand controlling her spiritual power. In an instant, like lightning and flint, those people's bodies gradually became paralyzed and they fainted.
By this point, the matter should have been over.
But obviously, Zhao Shuning had other plans.
She stretched out her right hand and took out a spiritual herb from her Qiankun bag. This was harvested from the Lin family's small courtyard and now it was finally useful.
The Forget-Me-Not Herb could make people forget all their troubles.
If an alchemist were to blend it and use spiritual power to control the process, these spiritual medicine masters could be made to forget some specified memories.
Yes, in the end, Zhao Shuning decided not to kill them.
They were unforgivable, but Zhao Shuning would cripple some of their spiritual roots so that they would no longer pose a threat to those kind villagers in the future.
If she blindly killed them, then she would really live up to the title of "Great Demon" that the four major families had given her more than seven years ago.
She used her spiritual power to extract the juice of the Forget-Me-Not Herb and then injected it into the brows of those Zhang family's spiritual medicine masters respectively. Only when the juice had completely evaporated did Zhao Shuning's body slowly return to its original position.
"Phew—"
She let out a long breath.
It had to be said that although this war without much gunpowder didn't pose much of a challenge to her spiritual power, it did require a great deal of skill in using it.
At this moment, Zhao Shuning's back was already soaked with sweat.
When her complexion returned to normal, she supported her legs and straightened her back. Then she snapped her fingers crisply.
After the snap of her fingers, all the villagers of Qinghui Town behind her woke up from their sleep.
At this time, the scorching sun was extremely hot, and everything in front of them was very clear.
As soon as Zhao Zheng woke up, he found that all the spiritual medicine masters were lying on the ground. The body of Zhang Zhi, who had fallen to the ground earlier, had also inexplicably disappeared.
And Zhao Shuning was standing in front of everyone, smiling at them.
"Shuning."
"Father, where's mother?"
"Your mother is sick and still lying in bed at home."
Was Lin Min'er sick? It was understandable. With her delicate body, after being imprisoned by the Zhang family for so many years, she must have been unable to bear it.
The rest of the Zhao family members quickly surrounded her.
Zhao Xue said, "Little girl, what should we do with these spiritual medicine masters?"
"Uncle, don't worry about them. Let's go back first."
Old Zhao walked towards her and said, "Child, you've worked hard."
"Grandpa, it's not hard. As a descendant of the Zhao family, this is what I should do."
The somewhat awkward girl in red also stepped forward and said, "Thanks. The magic tool you gave me is really good. It's much better than ordinary spiritual tools."
Zhao Shuning smiled knowingly. If it wasn't good, would she have gone to so much trouble to snatch it from Huang Sheng?
The group chatted and laughed as they supported Old Zhao and slowly returned to the Zhao family's mansion.
The first thing Zhao Shuning did after returning to the mansion was to immediately go and visit Lin Min'er. She knew that her father and grandpa must have a lot of questions to ask her, but right now, what she was most worried about was her mother's health.
After all, she came from her mother's body, and it was her mother who had painstakingly raised her.
Zhao Zheng was also very considerate. This time, he let Zhao Shuning go in alone. There must be a lot for the mother and daughter to talk about.
"Creak—"
Just like an old house in the past, when Zhao Shuning gently closed the door, it made a creaking sound.
The person on the bed had a rosy complexion. When she heard the sound, she turned her head and looked towards the door.
At this look, her heart almost stopped beating.
That little girl looked so much like Shuning.
However, her Shuning wasn't that tall, and her facial features weren't that well-defined.
When Zhao Shuning saw that Lin Min'er was awake, she tiptoed towards her. Getting closer, she found that Lin Min'er's face was extremely hot.
"Little girl, you look like someone."
Zhao Shuning frowned tightly and quickly reached out her hand to touch Lin Min'er's head.
The temperature of her forehead really scared Zhao Shuning.
She had a fever? Was her mother really that sick?
Zhao Shuning quickly reached into her Qiankun bag, intending to find some pills useful for reducing fever.
This was the advantage of being an alchemist. Usually, in order to hide their identities, they could also pretend to be wandering doctors. Although they couldn't treat diseases like wandering doctors, they could refine pills. Once the pills were taken, there would basically be no major problems.
"Girl, do you know Shuning?"
Zhao Shuning was a little stunned, but she knew that at this moment, Lin Min'er was already delirious. It was understandable that she couldn't recognize her.
Moreover, in the past two years, she had changed a lot. Her skin was no longer as fair as before, and she had also grown a lot taller. Perhaps in Lin Min'er's eyes now, the Zhao Shuning in her mind was still that little girl from before.
"Come, take this."
After finding the pills that could boost spiritual power and reduce internal heat, Zhao Shuning quickly helped her mother sit up and fed her the pills.
Not long after the pills went down her throat, Lin Min'er fell into a deep sleep.
Only then did Zhao Shuning leave the room. Looking at the expectant looks on everyone's faces, she showed a bright smile.
"Father, don't worry. Mother is fine."
Zhao Zheng let out a sigh of relief.
Somehow, the people of the Zhao family had begun to believe every word Zhao Shuning said.
"Ning'er, have you been okay these two years?"
Zhao Shuning looked at Old Zhao's face and felt very heartache. When she left, grandpa wasn't like this. He was so proud. How could he have reached this point, relying on a walking stick to walk?
Seeing Zhao Shuning's gaze.
Old Zhao smiled and said, "Don't worry. I've just been too exhausted this past month. I'll get better slowly later."
"Grandpa, it's me who has caused you trouble."
Old Zhao shook his head and turned to Zhao Xue and said, "Hurry up and get to work. Take the clan members to harvest the grain in the fields first. Make the dishes Ning'er likes for dinner tonight."
"Got it, father."
Zhao Xiangxiang also followed Zhao Xue at this time.
"Grandpa, you—"
"Silly child, we're a family. What are you talking about? It's not you who have dragged us down. It's us who have dragged you down. If the power of our Zhao family was greater, you wouldn't have been bullied in the Misty Rain Tower. We are your backers, but grandpa is useless. After working hard for most of my life, I still haven't developed the Zhao family. So, child, it's the fault of us elders, not you."
Zhao Shuning choked with sobs.
"Father, the sun is quite strong. Let me support you and go into the house to talk with Shuning."
"Okay, good."