Injuries

Injuries

Before long, another elder alchemist arrived, dressed in a Void Daoist Robe with a pill furnace embroidered on the lapel. Seeing the scorched ground and Array Patterns covering the walls, he too drew a sharp breath.

Then he saw Mo Hua lying on the ground.

"Stop standing there. Save him first."

The two hurried forward to examine Mo Hua's injuries, then both breathed sighs of relief.

Mo Hua looked miserable, and his injuries were not light, but they were not serious.

The elder alchemist took out a bottle of Spirit Liquid and sprinkled it over Mo Hua's wounds, neutralizing the lingering fire poison, washing away the ash-blackened bloodstains, and stopping the bleeding.

Then he took out a pill and had Mo Hua swallow it.

He then placed a hand over Mo Hua's chest and continuously circulated his qi, using rich, refined wood-element spiritual power to nourish Mo Hua's meridians and treat his injuries...

After some time, color gradually returned to Mo Hua's pale face, and his breathing steadied.

It was only that his physical body was too weak, so his wounds healed slowly. He would not wake for a while yet.

Unless...

The elder alchemist looked at Mo Hua again, shock filling his heart.

The Elder of Daoist Arts' mouth felt bitter. "I really didn't teach him..."

The Elder of Daoist Arts' scalp tingled.

The elder alchemist pointed to where the Spell Puppet had originally stood:

After speaking, the elder alchemist gave the Elder of Daoist Arts another sympathetic look. "Watch yourself. Old Master Xun will definitely come after you."

Besides, even if such a spell existed, with Mo Hua's Spirit Root grade and the Lingli circulation of his Qi Sea, he could not possibly learn it or use it...

"But it's not that simple. If he really could