Madam Mo comes out before much longer, gets a slightly fuller explanation of what's been going on, and falls to the ground, begging for mercy for her son. 

Chu Wanning abstains from killing Madam Mo's cowardly rapist spawn, congratulations.

She stomps back over to Mo Ran and her mother, face dark. "Get up. We're going. I will carry her if you cannot."

Duan Yihan considers questioning this, looks at Madam Mo, and then wordlessly hoists her teenage daughter up in her arms. 

She's a strong woman for all her slightness, and though Mo Ran is big for a girl her age, and carrying her cannot be easy for a woman with no spiritual core, Duan Yihan makes no complaints. 

Mo Ran is another story. "I can walk," she protests. 

"Shush. It doesn't matter if you can or not, you're not going to." 

If Chu Wanning were more predisposed to riding her sword, she would whisk the both of them to Sisheng Peak immediately. As it is, they will have to look for a doctor in the area.

A doctor in the area is located. He is...alarmed, by Mo Ran's injuries. She continues to insist that it's not as bad as it looks, despite the fact that literally none of the adults is buying it. 

The doctor is good, but he's not a cultivator; he can wrap her ribs and splint her leg, which turned out to have a fractured fibula, and give her an ointment for the bruises, and give her a medicine that should prevent the event from having Certain Unfortunate Consequences, but he can't make her bones not broken or her injuries heal quickly. 

She isn't going to be well enough to be moved by carriage or horse for a while. Chu Wanning can grit her teeth about the sword thing or she can wait for multiple weeks. 

Hm. No.

Chu Wanning produces a small paper talisman and flicks it into the air.

The talisman produces a small dragon, who lands nimbly on all clawed feet.

"Chu Wanning! It's been some time since you called on This Venerable One."

"Get bigger than that. We need to go to Sisheng Peak immediately."

He grows bigger, to about the size of a horse. "What's the hurry?"

"The hurry is that it benefits your continued existence to do what I say, and I say to hurry." Then, to the mother, "I am going to pick you up temporarily."

She lifts Duan-Yihan-carrying-Mo-Ran onto the dragon's back all at once, spiritual energy flowing through her arms. Once they are safely balanced there, she climbs up behind them.

"Go."

The dragon goes. 

Mo Ran is awestruck. She looks around at everything while they're in the air, for whatever short period of time it's visible, and has to deliberately restrain herself from bouncing or squirming on account of if anyone let go of anyone else she would probably die. 

Chu Wanning holds on to Duan Yihan tightly from behind. (For her passengers' safety, obviously. And for no other reasons. And her eyes are closed only because the winds are intense at this speed, and she is trembling only from the cold. She is not being afraid of heights, that would be extremely irresponsible of her and she does not have time for it right now!)

The dragon lands. Duan Yihan bows and thanks him. 

(Mo Ran looks excited and awestruck at everything; Duan Yihan is...more reserved and cautious.)

They dismount; the dragon is dismissed back into his talisman. "Get Tanlang Elder," Chu Wanning barks at the nearest disciple.

"--He's, uh, not here right now," one of Xuanji Elder's disciples says nervously. "The Sect Leader sent him to deal with a fever outbreak."

SIGH. "Where's Shi Mei."

"I'll go get her," he says, and sprints off. 

"Sect Leader will want to know you're back," another says nervously. 

"I will go see him once Shi Mei is here."

Shi Mei wasn't far. The first disciple quickly reappears with a very beautiful girl on his heels: about Mo Ran's age or older, her pear-blossom eyes wide with concern.

"Shizun came back so early! Is everyone alright?" She gets close enough to actually take in Mo Ran's appearance and her eyes widen further.

"No," she says curtly, and turns back to their guests. "Mo Ran, Madam Duan, this is my disciple Shi Mei. She can help with your injuries, if you will allow her."

Shi Mei bows gracefully.

"Of course," she says, glancing at her mother. 

Wow this girl is REALLY pretty. Almost as pretty as the heroic Xianjun who is second place in her personal pantheon after the savior-jiejie when she was four. 

"We would be honored," she says, bowing as gracefully and significantly more deeply than Shi Mei.