Inside a secluded, dilapidated, deserted hut.
His Own Disciple's condition looked bad no matter how he looked at it. However confident Chu Xingchen was, he would not foolishly stay where he was.
He had taken his disciple on a tactical retreat first. The Skyglow Sect was not going anywhere, anyway.
As for the remnant Nascent Soul, it had naturally been annihilated by that same slash.
After all, a Nascent Soul could only escape when both sides were roughly matched and too exhausted to give chase.
You had been getting hammered while you were alive, and now you thought you could run with nothing left but a Nascent Soul?
"Master... can she be saved?"
"How would I know? I'm an alchemist, not a physician."
With a grave expression, Chu Xingchen watched His Own Disciple shake a... tomboy out of his Qiankun Bag?
Her injuries were severe. Her shoulder blades had been pierced through, and judging by her blood-red abdomen, a blow had probably punched a huge hole through it, which His Own Disciple had forcibly stuck back together with his cultivation technique.
Her limbs looked limp as well. A sweep of his Divine Sense revealed cleanly broken bones.
She was barely recognizable as a person.
If His Own Disciple had not been keeping her alive with his cultivation technique, she would probably have died long ago.
Chu Xingchen glanced at his second disciple's somewhat helpless expression and could only sigh. He took several bottles of pills out of his Spatial Ring and tossed them straight to Li Xingtian.
"I refined these myself. You tried their effects not long ago. Feed them to her first. If she can't swallow them, apply them externally. If even that doesn't work..."
His master did not finish, but Li Xingtian understood.
Li Xingtian caught the pills,