The Wounded on the Front Lines

"They're actually from the Beast Taming lineage..." Lin Xu frowned slightly.

The Xuanwei Monastery Temple's Sutra Repository contains numerous cultivation manuals. In addition to the mainstream "Bright Lamp Spirit Kindling Art," there are many other methods focusing on different cultivation directions, such as body refinement, beast taming, divination, and talismans.

NPCs lack independent consciousness; they choose their cultivation techniques entirely based on luck. For example, the one in front of us may have randomly drawn a beast-taming cultivation technique, resulting in mediocre strength.

Regardless, this is a level 4 Daoist, a cultivator at the Night Wandering Realm, and especially as an inner disciple, he has considerable value.

Lin Xu lightly touched Xu Mingyuan's brow with his fingertip, probing his sea of consciousness with his divine sense. He discovered that Xu Mingyuan's soul was shattered and his sea of consciousness was on the verge of collapse, with only a sliver of spiritual light barely sustaining his life.

If not repaired in time, it will die within three days.

Without providing immediate medical assistance, he withdrew his finger and glanced at the other wounded soldiers in the tent. "Looks like we'll be busy from now on."

Turning around and walking out of the tent, Lin Xu headed towards the main tent of the military camp.

The soldiers and militiamen patrolling and standing guard along the way all mechanically raised their guns and saluted, their movements uniform and precise, as cold as clockwork gears.

Outside the main tent, the messenger on duty stood motionless, staring blankly into the distance, like a soulless statue.

"Disciple Lin Xu requests an audience with the Elder. Please inform him." Lin Xu bowed.

The messenger mechanically turned his head and replied curtly, "Inner disciple, permitted to enter!"

Lin Xu lifted the tent flap and stepped into the main tent.

Inside the main tent, an elder sat at the head of the table, his hair and beard all white, his face stern, his eyes half-closed as if he were asleep.

A water mirror floats in mid-air before us, reflecting the scene deep within the mist.

The elder didn't raise his eyes, his voice as cold as dripping water on stone. "What is it?"

"This disciple has discovered several wounded soldiers in the camp who have not received medical treatment, especially inner disciple Xu Mingyuan, who is critically injured and on the verge of death. If he is not treated in time, his life may be in danger," Lin Xu reported in a deep voice, looking directly at the elder. "The medical conditions in the military camp are limited, and the wounded are not receiving proper care. This disciple dares to suggest that the wounded be sent back to Peach Tree Village for treatment, so as not to hinder the military operations at the front."

The elder slightly raised his eyelids, and ripples appeared on his mirror-like surface. "Peach Tree Village... Fine, from now on, you will come to the camp every day to escort supplies and pick up the wounded along the way."

[Daily Task: Rescue the Wounded]

Content: Wounded soldiers must be brought back from the front-line camps daily and properly cared for.

Time limit: Complete the daily escort mission before 08:00.

Rewards: Merit Points +1000/day (Wounded soldiers who return to the front lines after recovering will receive additional rewards: Militiamen +100/person, Daoist Soldiers +800/person, Outer Disciples +500/person, Inner Disciples +3000/person)

Failure penalty: Merit points -2000/day

Great! This way, I can complete two tasks in one trip, increasing my daily merit points from 1500 to 2500, doubling my efficiency.

Lin Xu accepted the order and left the main tent, immediately feeling relieved.

The wounded are a burden to the military, but to him they are a valuable asset.

Once the wounded are brought back for treatment, they will become usable resources after they recover.

"Besides, these are my future team and foundation; how can I easily squander them?"

With that in mind, Lin Xu led the unloaded supply wagon to the camp and loaded the wounded soldiers onto it.

Fortunately, most of the wounded were still able to move, and only a few seriously injured were put on oxcarts for transport.

Despite the bumpy journey, the supply train successfully returned to Peach Tree Village.

By then it was already broad daylight, and the villagers had begun their work, with the fields bustling with activity.

Although the humans in the Spirit Realm are rigid, they never compromise on their assigned tasks, working from sunrise to sunset in an orderly manner.

Back in the village, Lin Xu found a few empty houses to use as a makeshift medical clinic and immediately used his magic to stabilize the lives of the wounded.

Most of the wounded were infected by the poisonous miasma of the underground city. The frontline doctors lacked the technology to treat it and could only use antidotes to barely suppress the poison, leading to the accumulation of toxins.

For any genuine external injuries or other easily treatable wounds, the army medics had already taken care of them before Lin Xu arrived at the camp.

Holding Bright Light Lamp and in a state of Thought Overclocking, Lin Xu's fingertips moved through the wounded man's meridians, slowly drawing out toxins like ink threads, which condensed into black mist and sealed into talisman paper.

After an incense stick had burned, the poisoned wounded had been treated, and Lin Xu burned the talisman.

These people have all regained their mobility and will fully recover in a few days.

Lin Xu incorporated them into the village's guard team, with Wang Yue and Chen Yuanfu assigning them tasks.

He focused his gaze on the three seriously injured and unconscious soldiers. Apart from Xu Mingyuan, the other two were Xuanwei Monastery, barely clinging to life and on the verge of death.

The three suffered the same injuries: their souls were damaged, and their consciousness was almost completely destroyed.

"It was caused by a soul spell similar to Mind Shock Blast..." Lin Xu focused his senses and felt fine cracks remaining in the three people's sea of consciousness, which were spreading like a spider web.

The Bright Light Lamp in his hand burst into flame, and a beam of candlelight shone on the Dao soldier's brow, falling into his damaged sea of consciousness.

A glimmer of light illuminated the depths of his consciousness, dispelling the darkness, like a torch appearing in the night, lighting up his dying spirit.

Quietly, the chaotic spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness slowly converged towards that point of light, gradually condensing into a ball of light, and the cracks in the sea of consciousness stopped spreading.

Lin Xu carefully controlled the flame of the Bright Light Lamp to avoid damaging his already fragile sea of consciousness—he now understood why the frontline doctors were helpless against this kind of injury.

It was precisely because he had activated his Thought Overclocking state that he was able to perfectly control his own magical power. Otherwise, if external forces invaded his shattered sea of consciousness, it would easily cause his sea of consciousness to collapse due to the conflict between the two types of magical power.

The light of the soul gradually stabilized, attempting to solidify into a stable human form, eventually transforming into a hazy human figure.

At this moment, his sea of consciousness had been stabilized again, and the cracks at its edges were slowly repaired by the bright light.

The treatment should have ended at this point, but Lin Xu didn't stop—he was going to charge for all the effort he put into treating the wounded!

With a thought, a bit of magical power condensed into Dharma Seed, which quietly entered the depths of the Dao soldier's sea of consciousness.

"Buzz~"

Dharma Seed entered his body, Dao Bing's sea of consciousness trembled slightly, and the hazy human figure that had just formed solidified slightly, resonating and merging with the Dharma Seed.

Unconsciously, the magical power flowing around Dao Bing underwent a subtle change, and a bright lamp quietly lit up in his sea of consciousness, echoing the Bright Light Lamp in Lin Xu's hand.

Lin Xu put away the Bright Light Lamp, feeling the faint connection between himself and the Dao soldier deep in his consciousness, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

This was his true purpose; after implanting the Dharma Seed, these wounded soldiers had essentially been refined into guardian deities.

From now on, as long as the guardian deity cultivates step by step according to the "Lamp Kindling Spirit Transformation Chapter" of the Dharma Seed lineage, it will be able to gradually refine itself into Lin Xu's clone. Although it has its own consciousness, it will be wholeheartedly loyal to him and become an extension of his will.