Yun Ran glanced at Mei Zhang, then at the three severed fingers on the ground.

If she hadn’t been so impulsive earlier, she wouldn’t have ended up with her puppet becoming a cripple.

Her already small conscience felt a tiny bit of pain.

"Ah~"

Yun Ran sighed, then looked at the coachman who had been standing like a pillar not far away: "Come over here!"

At this moment, the coachman’s attitude towards Yun Ran couldn’t be described as mere reverence, it had reached a point of fanaticism.

Not to mention Yun Ran just asking him to come over; if she had asked him to sacrifice himself, he would have done so immediately.

"Young Master, what do you need?"

Yun Ran took out a small glass bottle the size of a palm, filled with a mysterious blue liquid. A gentle shake made the translucent liquid look particularly beautiful.

"Pick up the three fingers from the ground, rinse them clean, and soak them in this liquid."

The coachman didn’t question why; he just dutifully executed Yun Ran’s instructions.

Soon, the seemingly lifeless fingers regained a normal color after soaking in the mysterious blue liquid for a while.

Yun Ran sighed again. Earlier, she looked cool showing off, but now she thought it was a bit exhausting to fix things.

Fortunately, she wasn’t only skilled in mystic techniques; she was also adept at treating physical injuries. Otherwise, her first human puppet would indeed be a cripple.

The coachman watched in amazement as Yun Ran reattached the three fingers Mei Zhang had lost earlier.

This scene shattered all the knowledge he had accumulated over decades.

He couldn’t help but ask, "Can severed fingers really be reattached?"

Yun Ran had no sense of superiority over the ancient people from a thousand years ago.

She replied blandly, "I don’t know about others, but I certainly can. If you’re interested, you can learn it sometime."

Saying this, Yun Ran took out a handwritten notebook from her bag, which she had personally recorded with key points on treating injuries and reattaching severed limbs.

"Of course, the premise is that you can find enough medicinal materials and have sufficient talent!"

The coachman instinctively accepted the notebook, only then realizing its immense value.

In those times, many were very protective of their knowledge, and if you weren’t part of their direct lineage, learning their skills was impossible.

Let alone, what’s recorded in this notebook could be considered ’Immortal Technique’ in this era.

"Young Master..."

"Just take it. How much you learn will depend on your own understanding."

Yun Ran wasn’t a show-off who flaunted her skills.

It was purely because the people of Qingfeng Temple believed in teaching skills when the opportunity arose.

And because the people of Qingfeng Temple were generous, many were willing to secretly pass on their secret techniques or forbidden techniques to them.

The coachman didn’t know the background of all this; he simply thought Yun Ran saw something in him, and his eyes grew wet.

Then, clenching the notebook tightly with both hands, he knelt down with a thud and kowtowed several times to Yun Ran.

If he were to offer Yun Ran a cup of tea at this moment, the scene would be complete, akin to accepting a master.

"Master, from today on, you are my one and only master!"

Yun Ran: ...

Calling her Young Master and calling her Master were two entirely different attitudes.

Also, the coachman’s name was quite random. Were there others named Ma One and Ma Two?

She mentally complained, then couldn’t help but sigh.

She had only given the notebook to Ma San because she noticed his eyes light up intensely at Mei Zhang’s reattached fingers.

Seeing Ma San’s forehead bloodied from kowtowing, she realized how sincere he was. Was this akin to raising a death soldier in ancient times?

Indeed, ever since she entered this Dream Mirror, her luck seemed to improve considerably.

She had just acquired a human puppet, and now gained a loyal follower by accident. This stroke of luck made Yun Ran, who had been down on her fortune, nearly emotional enough to cry.

"Stand up."

Ma San quickly stood up, holding the notebook tightly in his hands as if he were holding an invaluable treasure.

He didn’t even think to wipe the blood from his forehead.

"Get ready to leave."

"Yes, Master, I’ll go now." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Ma San quickly went to pack up their things, leaving only Mei Zhang, who continued to stand blankly in front of Yun Ran.

"Later, sit outside the carriage with Ma San."

On receiving Yun Ran’s instructions, the previously dazed Mei Zhang appeared as if some switch had been flipped, coming to life immediately: "Yes, Master."

The wound on Yun Ran’s hand had healed, but controlling someone wasn’t an easy task.

A wave of indescribable exhaustion swept over her.

Fortunately, in this place, she didn’t have to consume her energy to suppress the Heavenly Dao’s disdain and her cursed life chart.

Otherwise, with only half her strength, controlling Mei Zhang would have been a bit challenging.

Seeing it that way, she suddenly wasn’t all that averse to this dream realm.

And if she could find the Heavenly Book sooner, that would be even better.

In no time, Ma San finished packing, and Yun Ran climbed back into the carriage, sprawling onto the seat like a pancake.

The nine-headed ferocious beast had witnessed everything Yun Ran did.

At this moment, it couldn’t help but comment: "I didn’t expect the Young Master of Qingfeng Temple to live up to their fame.

Your puppetry technique is quite adept, but why bother reattaching the hand you chopped off? Was it for amusement?"

Yun Ran: ...

Sometimes, she really wanted to find a way to silence these ancient ferocious beasts’ residual souls and their insufferably blunt mouths.

"Are you interested? How about I pluck one of your heads off and reattach it? After all, you’ve got nine!"

Upon hearing Yun Ran’s plans for its head, the nine-headed ferocious beast quickly bounced away from her.

Others might jokingly say such things, but a Qingfeng Temple kid like Yun Ran might actually do it.

It wasn’t fed up with life enough to risk its head testing Yun Ran’s reattachment skills.

"Look at you, can’t you take a joke? You Qingfeng Temple folks are just so rigid and dull."