"Put the young man into the cauldron!" Said the old chief.
"Yes!" Two strong young men lifted Lin Feng and put him into the boiling cauldron.
When Lin Feng's body came into contact with the cauldron, a shocking scene occurred.
A strange golden snake appeared in the cauldron.
The strange snake began to swim around Lin Feng.
The ancient cauldron was called the Sacred Snake Cauldron, and it was related to the strange golden snake.
The little golden snake continued to circle around the Sacred Snake Cauldron. It flicked its forked tongue and made a hissing sound.
The boiling water didn't harm Lin Feng because of the strange golden snake. Instead, the medicinal liquid in the cauldron began to fuse with Lin Feng's body.
Whoosh …
Suddenly, the strange golden snake spat out balls of golden energy.
The strange snake had absorbed the medicinal liquid and turned it into a kind of energy.
The strange snake was called the Sacred Snake by the villagers because it could absorb medicinal liquid and turn it into golden energy to heal the injured.
The energy fused with Lin Feng's dantian.
The energy began to heal Lin Feng's injuries.
After so many days, Lin Feng's injuries were slowly recovering, but the speed was extremely slow.
Now …
Lin Feng's injuries were recovering much faster, and his aura had become much stronger.
"Put in some more spiritual herbs and bring the thousand-year-old blood ginseng from the village." Said the old chief.
It was the most precious spiritual herb in the village, and it was considered a treasure. It could save lives in a critical moment, and many villagers were unwilling to take it out when they were seriously injured and used the Sacred Snake Cauldron to heal.
"Ancestor, do we really need to use the blood ginseng?" An elder said with a pained expression.
"He was injured here." The old patriarch pointed at his abdomen. "I heard from the Great Ancestor that it's very difficult to recover from an injury here. Although I don't know why it's so difficult to recover from an injury here, we need to use precious spirit medicines to save the injured."
Finally, the Blood Ginseng was taken out and thrown into the cauldron along with dozens of other herbs.
The blood ginseng was quickly dissolved and turned into pure energy.
The strange golden snake would absorb this energy, and then transform the dissolved energy of different medicines into that kind of golden energy, which would be sprayed into Lin Feng's dantian.
Time slowly passed. The fifteen centimeter long crack in Lin Feng's Origin Source slowly shrank. In the end, it was only ten centimeters long, and Lin Feng's aura also became much more stable.
"Carry him out. If he still doesn't wake up, we'll wait for Dashan to come back and have him collect some spiritual herbs." The old patriarch said.
Then, two young men carried Lin Feng out of the Sacred Snake Cauldron.
"There's still energy left. Little Jie, you youngsters should jump in too," the ancestor said.
The boy called Xiao Jie was the one who carried Lin Feng to the mountain village.
Little Jie nodded. Although he was still young, his parents had passed away early, so he had developed a calm personality since he was young.
The rest of the youths, who were about the same age, had terrified expressions on their faces.
Using the cauldron to refine one's body was like hovering between life and death every time.
However, they didn't dare to disobey the old patriarch. After Little Jie jumped into the cauldron, the rest of the youths jumped in one after another.
… …
"Little Ying, take good care of him." The old patriarch said.
"Little Ying will definitely take good care of this big brother." A girl nodded.
The girl was sixteen or seventeen years old. She was tall and had a braided hair. Her appearance was delicate and pretty, but her skin wasn't white. Instead, it was wheat-colored, which added a liveliness to her.
In fact, how could ordinary villagers in the mountain village have fair skin? They had to work hard every day to make a living, especially Little Ying. Ever since her parents died, she and her younger brother Xiao Jie depended on each other. Although there were villagers to take care of her, Little Ying wasn't a person who would stretch out her hand and open her mouth to eat. Since she was very young, she went out to pick wild fruits and vegetables. Every day, she would help the aunt in the village gather firewood and make a fire to cook. Although she was young, she knew how to do everything.
… …
In the evening, more than thirty men returned to the mountain village, carrying a wild boar that was seven or eight meters long.
This kind of wild boar was called the Red Demon Boar King. It was extremely ferocious, and such a huge wild boar could often destroy an entire mountain village.
If such a wild boar was sold outside, it could be sold for at least ten thousand silver taels. For a mountain village, this was a huge fortune.
The village was suddenly overjoyed. In order to celebrate the hunting of the Red Demon Boar King, the village made a rare meat soup.
Many children were jumping up and down in excitement because they hadn't smelled meat for more than half a month.
"Da Shan, you have to go to the mountain tomorrow." The old patriarch said.
Da Shan was the old patriarch's son and the leader of the village's hunting team. He was almost two meters tall and looked like an iron tower.
Da Shan nodded and said, "Even the thousand-year-old blood ginseng couldn't save him. I'm afraid we'll need even more precious herbs."
After a pause, Da Shan said, "Tomorrow, I plan to bring two people to the Medicine Valley."
The old patriarch's expression changed slightly. He wanted to say something but stopped.
"Father, don't worry. I'll be careful. I won't alarm the fierce beasts inside." Da Shan said.
"Always be careful. If there's no chance, don't try to be brave." The old patriarch said.
Da Shan nodded. The bonfire burned fiercely, illuminating his resolute face with a red glow.
The next day, Da Shan left with two people.
The old patriarch waited anxiously. He didn't tell the rest of the village about this because it would only make them worry.
In the evening, Dashan and the two hunters from the village finally returned.
Da Shan's six-year-old son ran over happily when he saw his father return. However, when he reached Da Shan's side, he burst into tears.
"Father, the hand …"
The little guy pointed at Da Shan's missing arm.
Everyone was alarmed and quickly rushed out.
When they saw that Da Shan was missing an arm, many people started crying.
"My arm was bitten off by a beast, but I won't die. At least I brought something out of that place."
Da Shan's right hand trembled as he took out two green fruits from his pocket.
"Father, use this to heal the young man." Da Shan's lips were white.
The old patriarch choked with sobs as he nodded and held the two green fruits in his hand.
Da Shan's tower-like body collapsed due to excessive blood loss.
"Quick, carry it in …"
The old patriarch said with a trembling voice.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
