Healing Injuries

"Kill her for me!" Luo Tian said weakly. Hua Menghan's sword had shredded his heart meridians, leaving him without even the strength to shout. If he was not treated quickly, death would not be far away.

No sooner had Luo Tian finished speaking than a sharp whistling sound tore through the air. Nine enormous blade phantoms appeared in the sky.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In an instant, nine Houtian Ninth Stage Peak martial artists were cleaved in two.

The attack was earth-shaking. Neither Luo Tian nor Hua Menghan had expected it.

"Who dares launch a sneak attack on my Luo Family's subordinates?!" Luo Tian said furiously.

"It's me!" Ye Xiwen strode out from behind a tree, a long saber in hand.

"Boy, who are you? Do you know how powerful our Luo Family is? You're courting death!" Luo Tian snarled, his face twisted.

"The ones truly courting death are you lot. Attacking disciples of my Yi Yuan Sect—you must be tired of living!" Ye Xiwen said coldly.

The moment Hua Menghan heard that he was a disciple of the Yi Yuan Sect, the tension in her heart finally eased.

"You're dead for sure! A mere ant who hasn't even reached the Xiantian realm dares interfere in the grudge between our Luo Family and her? Just wait for our Luo Family to wipe out your entire clan!" Luo Tian shouted. "It's not too late for regret. As long as you kill Hua Menghan and serve me like an ox and a horse, I'll spare you!"

Killing intent immediately blazed in Ye Xiwen's eyes. Luo Tian had actually used his family to threaten him. In this world, he had no attachments save for them. During the time since his transmigration, his family had given him the warmth of a home and given him bonds in this world.

"Serve you like an ox and a horse..." Before Ye Xiwen could finish, saber light flashed, dazzling the horizon as a single slash swept out.

"You actually dare..." Luo Tian said in disbelief. Before he could finish, his head and body had already parted ways.

He had never imagined that one day, he would die at the hands of a brat who had not even reached the Xiantian realm.

Seeing Luo Tian dead, the remaining burly men in tight outfits scattered like monkeys when the tree fell, screaming as they fled.

"Don't let them escape!" Hua Menghan called out in warning.

Even without being told, Ye Xiwen would not let them flee. If the weeds were not pulled out by the roots, the spring wind would bring them back to life!

Though the remaining martial artists were all Houtian Ninth Stage Peak experts, they had run into Ye Xiwen, a great god of slaughter. Other than Xiantian Experts, Ye Xiwen feared no one.

Only after seeing Ye Xiwen slaughter every last one of them did Hua Menghan finally relax and faint.

Ye Xiwen took the Storage Ring from Luo Tian's body. Without examining it closely, he put it into his own Storage Ring first.

He went over to examine Hua Menghan. The poison in her body was already extremely severe, but Ye Xiwen could not simply stand by. They were from the same sect, and she was not his mortal enemy. He could only pick her up and leap through the forest until he found a cave to stop in. Taking her back to the Yi Yuan Sect would have been best, but judging by Hua Menghan's condition, she would not last until they returned.

The cave was dimly lit. Ye Xiwen sat Hua Menghan upright, placed both palms against her back, and began sending his Zhenqi into her body.

Only after his Zhenqi entered did Ye Xiwen realize that Hua Menghan's insides were already a complete mess. Her originally endless, ever-renewing Xiantian Zhenqi had lost its command after she fell unconscious, each strand fighting on its own. Yet the poison was incredibly potent; even Xiantian Zhenqi could not suppress it.

The moment Ye Xiwen's Zhenqi came into contact with the poison, it gave off a sizzling sound. His Zhenqi was actually being melted away.

Ye Xiwen clicked his tongue inwardly. What kind of poison is this? It can even corrode and dissolve Zhenqi. It was fortunate that Hua Menghan had managed to keep fighting for so long after being poisoned. For an ordinary Houtian martial artist, one drop would probably have taken his life at once.

But Ye Xiwen had no mind to dwell on it now. He continuously poured his Zhenqi into Hua Menghan's body, helping her sort through the chaotic poison within. The Ming Yu Gong was upright and tranquil, and it possessed a powerful suppressive effect against poison as well.

However, Ye Xiwen was ultimately only a Houtian martial artist. His Zhenqi was Houtian Zhenqi, which was consumed exceptionally quickly, and his recovery speed was far slower than the rate of depletion.

Before long, Ye Xiwen's Zhenqi was completely exhausted. He could only take out the pills that replenished Zhenqi, which he had obtained from Zhao Qiyan and An Yunpeng. As successors specially nurtured by major powers, the two naturally carried plenty of Zhenqi-replenishing pills. They lacked no such things.

Ye Xiwen could not afford to care about anything else. He grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his mouth. Once they had been converted into Zhenqi, he continued sending it into Hua Menghan's body.

Time passed second by second. In the blink of an eye, three days had gone by. Throughout those three days, Ye Xiwen had not dared relax for even a moment, continuously sending Zhenqi into her body to sort out its chaotic state. At last, he managed to suppress the poison.

But by then, all the Zhenqi-replenishing pills at Ye Xiwen's side had been used up. He immediately grew anxious. Once his Zhenqi was exhausted, the poison would flare up again.

Over those three days, Ye Xiwen had also gained enormous benefits. By repeatedly exhausting all his Zhenqi and then replenishing it frantically, his meridians had actually widened by another third. Fortunately, his body had been transformed by that mysterious ball of light. Had it been an ordinary martial artist of the same realm, he would have burst apart long ago.

The wider one's meridians, the greater the power unleashed by one's moves!

Moreover, during this time, Ye Xiwen had directed his own Zhenqi to fight shoulder to shoulder with the Xiantian Zhenqi inside Hua Menghan's body. His understanding of Xiantian Zhenqi had advanced by leaps and bounds. Originally, Xiantian Zhenqi and Houtian Zhenqi had been things from two different worlds to him. But after this period of healing, his understanding of Xiantian Zhenqi had progressed tremendously. He could even begin condensing Houtian Zhenqi into Xiantian Zhenqi, though doing so consumed far more Zhenqi. It took roughly a hundred strands of Houtian Zhenqi to condense one strand of Xiantian Zhenqi—a true qualitative transformation.

Still, this could not go on. If things continued like this, the poison would sooner or later relapse. Ye Xiwen could only bring her back to the Yi Yuan Sect and have his father take a look.

Just then, Hua Menghan let out a soft moan. Sensation had returned to her, and she slowly woke up.

"You're awake!" Ye Xiwen said in delight. Now that Hua Menghan was awake, things would be easier.

"Where is this?" Hua Menghan weakly collapsed into Ye Xiwen's arms and asked feebly.

"This is a cave. I brought you here to treat your injuries." Soft jade and warm fragrance filled his arms, her scent wafting into his nose, but Ye Xiwen had no mind for improper thoughts at the moment.

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