Healing Her Wounds

Half a month later, Xiao Yao sat inside a cave, immersed in cultivation. A faint medicinal fragrance permeated the cave, and his breathing gradually merged with the battle qi between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the cave trembled as if an earthquake had struck, and the surrounding stone walls emitted a deep rumble.

Xiao Yao's heart sank. He immediately stopped cultivating and warily scanned his surroundings.

Just then, an earth-shaking beastly roar came from far away, filled with fury and savagery.

Xiao Yao's expression turned solemn. He knew this was no ordinary beast's cry, but the roar of some powerful creature.

He swiftly rose to his feet, took the Divine Sky Sword from his Storage Ring, and gripped the blade tightly, ready for any danger that might appear.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He headed toward the distant sound, left the cave, and looked up to see two figures in the far-off sky. One was the peak fifth-tier magical beast, the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King. Could the other be Yun Yun?

It shouldn't be her, right? The timing doesn't match. To confirm his suspicion, Xiao Yao immediately went forward to see whether it was that woman.

Xiao Yao sprinted through the forest, rapidly closing in on the battle between the two. Hidden beneath the dense branches and leaves, he was not easily noticed.

He stopped several dozen meters away from their battlefield, darted to the top of a towering tree, concealed himself, and used the Breath-Concealing Art to suppress his aura, blending into the surroundings. Unless one looked carefully, it would be difficult to discover someone hiding there.

Another thunderous boom rang out beside his ears. Xiao Yao cautiously poked his head out and saw the young woman fighting fiercely against the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King.

Her figure was as nimble as a swallow. Every leap allowed her to evade the Lion King's lethal attacks, while her own attacks were equally sharp, each strike drawing furious roars from the Lion King.

Xiao Yao watched the exquisite woman standing gracefully in the sky. She held a somewhat peculiar longsword that shone with cyan light, and a pair of cyan Battle Qi Wings spread from her back.

Xiao Yao could see that the woman's cultivation was far below that of the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King, only around a five- or six-star Dou King. He estimated that she would not last much longer. Sure enough, before long, he saw that the young woman was already struggling to keep up, yet she still persisted and refused to give up.

Looking at the massive Purple-Gold Winged Lion King, Xiao Yao thought, If I use the All-Character Secret to increase my combat strength tenfold, I should be able to reach the Dou King level. With my Fallen Heart Flame, I should be able to contend with it.

Xiao Yao decided to help, but he worried that his appearance would distract her.

Thus, he chose to observe the situation first and wait for the right opportunity to act. Xiao Yao clenched the sword in his hand, ready for any unexpected change.

Just as the Purple-Gold Winged Lion King unleashed its full-force attack, an intense purple radiance gathered around its body, making it seem like a deity wielding the might of thunder.

That pressure made the air around them turn heavy, as if even the air itself were about to be torn apart.

Seeing this, the woman also unleashed her ultimate move. She took a deep breath and gently swung her longsword through the air. "Extreme Wind: Fallen Kill."

Her voice seemed like a summons from the depths of the underworld, carrying a chilling aura of slaughter.

As her words fell, the longsword in her hand suddenly emitted a tiny, profound beam of light, barely the size of a thumb.

The beam seemed to draw power from the endless void. It converged into a single ray, shooting forth and hurtling toward the Purple-Gold Winged Lion King's attack.

The beam collided with a pillar-like ray of purple light, as though two immense forces had intertwined and clashed in midair. In an instant, the entire sky was shrouded by that power, as if an invisible storm were raging.

As the collision continued, the force gradually spread outward, forming a vast energy storm.

The storm was filled with violent energy, as if it would swallow everything within it.

The woman stood at the edge of the storm, her robes fluttering violently in the wind. Her face had turned deathly pale from exhaustion of battle qi. Seeing that the Purple-Gold Winged Lion King still had some strength left, she immediately turned, spread her wings, and with a flap of her cyan wings, fled into the distance.

When the Purple-Gold Winged Lion King saw itself bleeding from the woman's attack, it threw back its head and let out a savage roar filled with murderous intent before immediately giving chase.

Xiao Yao waited there until both of them had gone far away, then cautiously returned to his cave.

Suddenly, he noticed that something seemed to have entered the cave. The powder scattered on the ground at the entrance had been disturbed; clearly, something had come inside.

A sense of unease rose in Xiao Yao's heart. He carefully entered the cave and looked around, only to find a woman unconscious on a pile of dry grass.

Xiao Yao approached and saw that familiar face, making his heart tremble. Wasn't this woman the one who had just fought the Purple-Gold Winged Lion King?

Xiao Yao's gaze swept over her delicate, flawless face and discovered wounds on her back and thigh. At that moment, the woman suddenly opened her eyes. Her beautiful eyes fixed on him with a trace of coldness and anger as she asked coolly, "What are you trying to do?"

"Miss, look around. Doesn't this place look like someone has been living here? I left for only a little while, and when I came back, I found you lying where I sleep. What do you think I'm trying to do?" Xiao Yao replied irritably.

After hearing Xiao Yao's words, the woman looked around and found that someone had indeed been living there. Only then did she relax slightly, and there was less anger in her eyes when she looked at Xiao Yao again. Just as she was about to speak, she accidentally touched her wound and let out a muffled groan.

Xiao Yao immediately noticed her discomfort. He hurriedly stepped forward to support her and asked with concern, "Are you all right? Don't move. I'll help treat your wounds."

With that, Xiao Yao carefully took some healing medicine from his Storage Ring and began tending to her wounds, moving as gently as possible so as not to cause her any more pain.

The woman looked at Xiao Yao's smooth, fair face, its sharp features giving him a coolly handsome air. His dark, deep eyes held a captivating gleam, and her heart could not help but stir slightly.

She gently closed her eyes and endured the pain from her wounds.

When Xiao Yao applied the medicine over her wounds, she immediately felt a cool sensation, as if a clear stream were flowing over them, taking away her pain and discomfort.

Under the effects of the healing medicine, she saw that the bleeding wound on her thigh had already formed a scab.

After treating the wound on her thigh, Xiao Yao looked at the beautiful woman and said, "Don't push yourself so hard. Are there any other places where you're injured?"

Looking at Xiao Yao's handsome face, the woman thought, He has already touched me there, so it makes no difference if he applies medicine to the wound on my back too.

Her face flushed slightly as she said softly, "Sorry to trouble you. I have a long wound on my back as well." After speaking, she turned around with her back to Xiao Yao, moved her hair to the front of her chest, and exposed the snow-white skin behind her neck.

Seeing her body trembling slightly, Xiao Yao said softly, "Forgive my offense, miss."

Around the wound on her back, Xiao Yao gently tore away the nearby clothing, exposing the injury. Seeing how deep it was, he knew he needed to first use medicinal liquid to clean away the blood around it.

Thus, Xiao Yao dipped a clean piece of cotton cloth in medicinal liquid and gently wiped the wound and the area around it. As he tended to it, the woman let out a low moan.