A quarter of an hour later.
Wang Yuan carried the unconscious Zhang Mingyuan on his back and struggled into the cramped mountain cave, which could barely fit two or three people.
He carefully laid Zhang Mingyuan down.
But he too nearly collapsed against the rock wall, gasping violently.
The most urgent matter was treating their injuries.
Though Wang Yuan had no serious external wounds, the depletion of his qi and blood and the burning pain in his meridians caused by the Blood Burning Technique were severe.
He felt around himself and found that he had not brought any healing pills.
His gaze fell upon the small chest Zhang Mingyuan had kept clutched tightly to his chest.
After a brief hesitation, Wang Yuan opened it.
A dazzling golden light immediately flashed before his eyes!
Inside the chest were neatly stacked gold ingots and a thick bundle of unregistered silver notes.
By rough estimate, they were worth no less than tens of thousands of taels of silver.
This was an immense fortune, enough to drive countless martial artists mad!
Yet Wang Yuan merely swept his gaze over it, his expression not changing in the slightest, as though he were looking at ordinary stones.
He reached out and pushed aside the gold and silver on top, finding several porcelain bottles at the bottom of the chest.
They bore labels—"Superior Gold Wound Medicine" and "Qi Recovery Powder."
He took out the Gold Wound Medicine, carefully untied Zhang Mingyuan's blood-soaked clothes, cleaned his wounds, and evenly sprinkled the medicinal powder over them.
The medicine was quite effective. The bleeding soon stopped, and Zhang Mingyuan's tightly furrowed brow eased somewhat.
After tending to Zhang Mingyuan's injuries, Wang Yuan finally took out the bottle of golden pills he had obtained from Huang Yao.
He did not swallow