Wang Jian swept Ye Wudao's body with his Divine Sense, then froze where he stood.
He looked at Hua Tuo and frowned. "How did he end up this badly injured?"
"This body is completely unusable. His Divine Sense must be transferred out, and a new body must be refined from heavenly treasures and earthly materials."
Hearing this, Hua Tuo rolled his eyes and cursed angrily, "Did that Deer Demon knock your brains stupid?"
"Wudao is only in the Martial Golden Core Realm. He hasn't advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm yet, so where would he get Divine Sense?"
"As an alchemist, would I not know that Divine Sense can be transferred? Would I need to come looking for you?"
At those words, Wang Jian stood there awkwardly.
He looked at Hua Tuo and frowned. "Then what do we do now?"
"He has no Nascent Soul, so his Divine Sense cannot be extracted. Are we supposed to repair this body?"
Hua Tuo glanced around and said softly, "Gather the sect masters of those major sects and see whether they have any ideas."
"Most of the Demon Race's top combat power is dead now anyway. There's no need to rush into the Demon Domain to wipe out the Demon Race."
"If we're going to purge the Demon Race, we should wait until Ye Anyuan wakes up first."
Wang Jian nodded and sent Divine Sense transmissions to the sect masters of the surrounding major sects, summoning them for discussion.
Hua Tuo's medical skill ranked among the best in the Azure Sect.
If even Hua Tuo could not cure Ye Wudao, that proved the Azure Sect had no way to save him.
Under such circumstances, they could only place their hopes on the other sects and see whether they could think of a solution.