Blood-Red Trap

[Year 11]

That year, you descended the mountain for the first time with the sect's medical practitioners.

An epidemic broke out in several villages in the mountains, and many people had persistent high fevers. The Verdant Medicine Sect sent disciples to provide medical assistance.

Your cultivation is still shallow; you are not yet capable of treating others on your own.

All I could do each day was boil water, grind herbs, and then deliver bowls of the prepared herbal decoction to the patients.

Even so, when the villagers see you, they will still respectfully call you "Immortal Master".

At first, you would subconsciously turn around, thinking they were addressing the elders of the sect behind you.

Later I realized that those people with such awe on their faces were actually looking at me.

You seem a little embarrassed.

She could only imitate Granny Zhou's usual manner and nod calmly.

But when he turned around, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

[Year 13]

As your cultivation level increases, you begin to learn the most basic Rejuvenation Technique and hemostasis techniques.

That same year, you witnessed someone die in front of you for the first time.

That was a girl who had contracted the disease, about your age.

She was still conscious when she was brought here, holding your hand and quietly asking when she could go home.

Tell her you'll be back soon.

But that night, her condition suddenly worsened.

You tried every method you knew, but you couldn't get that breathing back to normal.

As dawn broke, the hand that held yours gradually lost its warmth.

You sat alone by the bed for a long time.

Grandma Zhou came in and covered the girl with a white cloth.

"If you can't accept it, when you go back, I can plead with the elders on your behalf to transfer you to another peak."

"With your Spirit Root, you won't be bad at cultivating other techniques either."

"No."

You raised your head, your tone showing no hesitation whatsoever.

"I want to study medicine."

[Year 16]

Over the years, you have traveled to many places with the sect.

He heals the old ailments of mortals and heals the wounds of injured cultivators, and his cultivation and medical skills steadily improve with each experience.

On this day, the sect's group passed through a small town.

Upon hearing that the people from the Verdant Medicine Sect were here, several Rogue Cultivator hurriedly carried over a companion who had been attacked by Demon Beast.

The man's abdomen was almost completely ripped open, blood gushing out uncontrollably, and his breathing was extremely weak.

However, Granny Zhou and several elders happened to be outside the city.

A fellow disciple rushed off to look for the injured person, while the injured person's companion looked at you with a face full of anxiety.

"Young lady, are you also a disciple of the Verdant Medicine Sect?"

"Please save him first!"

Faced with the constant urging from those around you, you felt a little flustered.

This is the first time I haven't had any elders around to guide me.

But it looked like the injured person was about to give up.

You forced yourself to calm down and, using what you had learned over the years, stopped the bleeding, cleaned the wounds, and then performed several healing Technique Method.

By the time Granny Zhou arrived, the man's condition had stabilized.

After checking her pulse, her tense expression relaxed slightly, and her gaze towards you held a hint of relief.

[Year 21]

You have become a healer capable of practicing medicine independently.

Over the years, I have followed the sect to various places, saved many people, and personally witnessed the passing of many others.

The little girl who used to turn pale at the sight of blood has gradually become accustomed to the groans of the wounded and has learned to remain calm in the midst of chaos.

That year, you finally had time to return to White Reed City, which you had been away from for so long.

My father waited outside the city gate early in the morning, and upon seeing acquaintances, he couldn't help but introduce them:

My daughter is back.

"Now I am a medical practitioner of the Verdant Medicine Sect."

Your mother prepared a meal and sat beside you, listening to you recount the places you've visited over the years.

The family, reunited after a long separation, seemed to have endless things to say.

In the days after returning home, you set up a small medical stall next to the pharmacy where your mother worked, providing medical care for the people of the city.

I thought I could stay at home peacefully for a while.

But on this day, Black Mist shrouded the sky.

A deep horn sounded across the heavens and earth, and countless Alien Race warships Heaven-Opening, stretching across the vast expanse.

Countless Alien Race swarmed out of the warships, killing anyone they saw.

Several sects quickly activated their protective formations, and nearby cultivators and Aristocratic Clan also gathered their forces to fight off the invading enemy.

Due to its distance from the front lines, White Reed City was quickly requisitioned as a rear camp.

Within half a day, the first batch of wounded were sent into the city.

Most of them were severely injured, with missing limbs being commonplace, and some even had half their bodies torn off by the Alien Race.

Their usual level of cultivation was incredibly fragile in the face of those monsters.

Those who survived by sheer luck all regretted wasting their time on cultivation.

If he were a little stronger, he might have been able to withstand one more attack and wouldn't have had to watch helplessly as his comrade died a horrible death.

Later, more refugees were brought in.

Most of them were corroded by the Black Mist, their flesh and blood constantly rotting away.

Most importantly, this type of ulceration is incurable.

The small medicine shed, which could only hold a few people, was filled with injured people overnight.

The father was responsible for carrying the person in, while the mother prepared and brewed the medicine.

You almost never stopped.

All we could do was keep stopping the bleeding and bandaging the wounds, keeping those who could still be saved while having the dead carried out.

[Same year]

Just when things were at their most chaotic and stressful.

On this day, a cheer suddenly erupted outside the city.

"Immortal has arrived!"

"The reinforcements have finally arrived!"

"These damned Alien Race, let's see where they can run to this time!"

The injured in the clinic also showed signs of joy.

Someone struggled to sit up, gritting their teeth and cursing:

"Kill them all!"

"Let those beasts taste what it's like to be chopped up!"

The more they talked, the more excited they became.

Only an old cultivator who had just escaped from the Western Territory sneered from the corner.

"In my opinion, it's probably those Immortal who are going to die."

The surroundings immediately fell silent.

Soon, someone glared at them angrily.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

The old monk did not argue, but only looked down at his right arm, which had been severed cleanly at the root.

"When I withdrew from the front lines, I saw the Alien Race setting up something deep in the Western Territory."

"It must be a trap. A trap specifically designed for Immortal from the Upper Realm."

"So what?"

The person who spoke first remained unconvinced.

"Even if there are traps, Immortal can still flatten them!"

They will definitely win!

The old monk fell silent.

Ning Xiao'an listened for only a few words before lowering her head again to continue stitching up the wounds of the injured person in front of her.

Who won and who lost is too far removed from her life.

If this life cannot be saved now, then it's truly over.

With the arrival of the Outsider Immortals, the situation quickly reversed.

In just a few days, the Alien Race suffered a series of defeats and was forced deep into the Western Territory.

Good news keeps coming from the front lines.

You didn't pay much attention and remained in the medicine shed treating the injured.

Until this day.

You are tending to your wound when suddenly a bloody scene appears before your eyes.

I subconsciously looked up.

A streak of blood-red light spread from the Western Territory, sweeping across the heavens and earth in an instant.

The mountains and rivers remain unchanged, and the city walls are undamaged.

Wherever the blood-red light passed, all living beings instantly dissolved, turning into blood that flowed into it.

You suddenly turn your head to look at your mother.

She was still standing beside the medicine stove, looking right at you.

The instant their eyes met, a flash of blood swept across her body.

The familiar figure vanished in an instant.

Your pupils contracted sharply, and before your lips had even parted, blood filled your entire field of vision.

Consciousness abruptly ceased.

You are dead.