Moon Gazing (Continued)

At this moment, Xing Daozhuang suddenly asked Lord Yunxia, "You told me earlier that everyone was tired and needed rest, but was someone hinting at that to you?"

Lord Yunxia was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening. After recalling for a while, she turned around and pointed at a guard next to the head of the Rui State, her eyes sharp, and said, "He was the one who told me earlier that everyone was too tired to walk anymore and needed to stop and rest."

Realizing his life was in danger, the guard's face showed fear. He hurriedly looked to his leader for help, but the Rui State leader was about to speak, "Commander Xing, he is...?"

A flash of lightning sent the guard's head flying high into the air, blood spurting from his severed neck and splattering all over the face of the Rui State. The headless corpse then fell straight down.

Xing Daozhuang reached out and caught the falling head, saying solemnly, "This person is a spy of the Demon Race. He knew the ambush location of the Demon Race and deliberately told us to rest there so that the Demon Race could wipe us out in one fell swoop. He was worried that if he told me directly, I would notice something amiss, so he relayed the message through Lord Yunxia to dispel my doubts. He was quite careful." After saying that, he threw the head away.

The Rui State leader, having seen his share of grand occasions, quickly recovered from the initial shock. He glanced at the head still rolling on the ground, pondered for a moment, and said, "General Xing is absolutely right. This person is undoubtedly a spy. It is thanks to General Xing's keen observation that we have this hidden danger by our side; otherwise, who knows how much danger it would have brought in the future."

At this point, it no longer matters whether the guard is a real or fake spy. For the sake of the bigger picture and to keep people calm, even if he has been wronged, he can only be wronged to the end.

Si Ming glanced at the headless corpse but said nothing. He understood the principle that a merciful general cannot command an army, and besides, judging Xing Daozhuang's actions as good or bad would be too superficial.

He addressed the crowd, saying, "Senior's injuries are quite severe. I need to take him to Medicine King Valley for treatment immediately. I have already killed the Demon King the Mengying King, and the Military God has also escaped. He should not bother you any longer, so you can retreat with peace of mind. Senior sent me here first to inform you of this news, so that you can all rest assured."

"That's only right. We absolutely mustn't let the injury worsen. Mad Ink, you should take Marshal Xing to Medicine King Valley for treatment as soon as possible. Don't worry about us; it's not far from the Su Kingdom's border crossings, we can go there on our own."

At such a time, naturally no one would say something as foolish as, "If you leave, and the Demon Race come after us again, who will protect us?" Perhaps there are fools in the world who speak recklessly without considering the situation, but this is definitely not something that can be said by the many shrewd people present.

This is wartime. If someone is killed for saying the wrong thing, no one will stand up and cry foul; they will only say that he was too stupid.

Lord Yunxia said, "I'll go with you too."

Si Ming remained silent, but Xing Daozhuang spoke up, "No, Lord Yunxia, please ensure everyone reaches a safe place first, and then we can come to Medicine King Valley."

He paused for a moment, then said apologetically, "Fellow Daoist, you are still injured, yet I made such a rude request. I am truly sorry."

Lord Yunxia shook her head and said, "No, it was my selfishness that led me astray. Fellow Daoist always prioritizes official business. I should have thought of this earlier. This injury is nothing serious. I will come to find you after I have escorted everyone to the border checkpoint."

Si Ming's gaze lingered between the two women, his face remaining impassive, but inwardly he marveled. There were actually women in the world who liked Thunder King's personality, and even more so, Daoist School. Truly, the world is full of wonders.

However, Lord Yunxia's feelings might not be romantic love, but more likely idol worship. Anyway, Si Ming had no intention of playing matchmaker and was too lazy to investigate, so he ignored it like everyone else.

In fact, others dared not expose this matter because they feared force. If the other party became enraged, they might lose their heads. For the sake of their own lives, they preferred to keep quiet and watch the drama unfold—interfering in the love affairs of a Nascent Spirit Transformation expert was far too dangerous.

When Si Ming brought Xing Daozhuang to Medicine King Valley, he had already fallen into a coma again. Valley Master Qin immediately organized a team to carry out emergency treatment. All of them were the top doctors in the sect. Murong Wu also joined in. Although his medical skills were far inferior to the others, he had experience in removing the Pale Flame from Ba Shenhuang, which could serve as a good reference.

After Lord Yunxia arrived, Si Ming entrusted her with the task of taking care of people, knowing she would be happy to accept. He then immediately set off to relay the message to the Holy Maiden and the others. After all, given Xing Daozhuang's physical condition, it was impossible for him to continue serving as the commander-in-chief of the allied forces. The Mohist School also needed to come up with a solution to prevent the situation that Xing Daozhuang had worked so hard to maintain from being destroyed.

The emergency care work continued until late at night. By the time Murong Wu came out of the room, the moon had already passed its zenith and was beginning to set. His rumbling stomach protested, demanding that he quickly replenish his food.

"How is the situation?" Ying Zhou, who was waiting at the door, immediately stepped forward and asked.

"The good news is that his life is not in danger and he will recover sooner or later. The bad news is that the injury has been delayed for too long, and the Yao Qi has penetrated deep into his bones. It will be impossible for him to recover within three years. Moreover, Senior Xing's Cultivation Body will be affected to some extent, and it may take five years to recover to his current level," Murong Wu said with a worried expression.

Ying Zhou was quite optimistic about this. "For martial artists, injuries are commonplace. As long as they can recover, it's no big deal. Perhaps Thunder King will learn from this experience of fighting a powerful enemy, break through and rise again, and take another step forward. You don't need to think too much about it."

"You're overthinking it," Xia Guanxue remarked sarcastically, then added, "However, as a doctor, you just need to fulfill your responsibilities. There's no need to demand perfection; you're not an omnipotent saint."

"Maybe..."

Murong Wu frowned, revealing an expression of deep unease.

Ying Zhou asked somewhat anxiously, "Is there any other problem?"

"Hmm... should I call it a problem or Anomalies? When I examined Senior Xing, I found that his bone age was much older than I had imagined, and his physical structure was also different from that of ordinary people," Murong Wu said hesitantly.

"I thought it was something serious, but it's just a small matter," Ying Zhou said dismissively. "What's so strange about Thunder King's age? The appearance of Spirit Transformation cultivator usually remains the same as when they advanced to the Nascent Spirit Transformation stage. Even after another sixty years, their appearance may not change. Perhaps Thunder King advanced to the Nascent Spirit Transformation when he was young, and then he had the art of preserving his youth, so it's normal for him to look young."

"That explanation isn't entirely wrong, but it's a little forced, and it's a bit too big."

"As for the difference in body structure, it's not surprising. Cultivation Method naturally affect practitioners, and there will be various differences depending on the Cultivation Body. There's even a woman in the Remote Heaven Society who has turned her body into a metal lump. Could it be that Thunder King's situation is more serious than that woman's?"

"That's not quite right. Compared to metal beings, Senior Xing is at least still considered a living person."

Murong Wu pondered for a moment, then showed a relieved expression and said, "Forget it, the realm of Spirit Transformation Grandmaster is inherently different from ordinary people. My past experience may not be effective, and I might have made a fool of myself by describing an elephant through the blind."

As soon as he relaxed, his stomach growled, making his tender face turn red.

Ying Zhou laughed heartily, "I knew you'd be hungry. Come on, I've prepared a midnight snack. It's Mid-Autumn Festival today, let's enjoy the moon while we eat."

After saying that, she pulled Murong Wu away, Xia Guanxue quietly followed.

The three of them arrived at a large locust tree halfway up the mountain, where they could see the moon clearly and with a wide, unobstructed view. Under the locust tree was a table laden with fruits, snacks, and various fine wines, as well as mooncakes.

"What a feast!"

Murong Wu was somewhat surprised; he had assumed that Ying Zhou's idea of a late-night snack would be something like barbecue.

"Um... isn't today... you know?" Ying Zhou hesitated, scratching his face with his finger.

Xia Guanxue glanced at it and said expressionlessly, "What's there to be ashamed of? Just say it directly. If you won't say it, I will."

"Who said I'm shy! Isn't it just that the atmosphere is a bit lacking?"

Ying Zhou was somewhat embarrassed and angry, but he quickly calmed himself down and said to Murong Wu, "Isn't today your birthday? In the past, your sister always celebrated for you. Now that we're out of town, I just prepared some simple things. Anyway, happy birthday!"

Xia Guanxue added, "Happy birthday to you."

Murong Wu stared wide-eyed in surprise, then chuckled sheepishly and said, "My sister used to celebrate for me in private. She said she didn't want everyone to know and that it would spoil me. I never expected that Brother Ying Zhou would find out anyway."

"I overheard something one night while I was cultivating in the courtyard... I originally wanted to make you a bowl of longevity noodles, but I found it's quite difficult to make them taste good, so I had to give up," Ying Zhou glanced at Xia Guanxue, "Speaking of which, it's understandable that I don't know how to make them, since there are others at home to do it for me. But you've been wandering around outside all this time, so why don't you know how to make them? How did you manage to survive all by yourself out there?"

"Let me tell you a piece of common sense: as long as you have money, you can buy food."