Slapping sounds rang out without pause. Lu Ye woke from his deep sleep and immediately sensed that something was wrong. He was lying facedown on a bed, while someone was vigorously patting his back.
Just as he was about to move, a voice came from beside his ear. "Fellow cultivator, you fought for a long time and your flesh has been torn. Do not move rashly for now."
Lu Ye turned his head and saw a youth in white smiling warmly at him. Judging by the Spiritual Power fluctuations around him, he was also at the True Lake Realm. His Spiritual Power bore the wood cultivation attribute, and with every pat, a gentle force entered Lu Ye's body, repairing his torn flesh.
Lu Ye felt sore all over, especially in his right arm, which felt as though he could barely lift it.
He immediately understood that the youth was right. His previous battle had lasted far too long, and he had maintained his strongest state throughout it. As a result, all the flesh in his body had been damaged.
This youth was clearly treating his injuries.
"A Medical Cultivator?" Lu Ye asked.
"Fellow cultivator, your eyes are sharp. This humble one is indeed a Medical Cultivator," the youth replied with a smile, his hands never pausing.
"Many thanks." Lu Ye accepted the treatment without reservation.
Though he would have found it more pleasant if a female cultivator had been doing this, since the other party was treating him, it was naturally inappropriate to say anything.
Lu Ye was not much of a talker, but the young Medical Cultivator had a lively disposition. As he treated Lu Ye, he said, "I heard from Granny that in this battle, fellow cultivator rendered great merit and slew countless enemies. It truly inspires admiration