"Me?"
Mo Wen pointed at his nose and looked left and right.
"That's right, it's you," the middle-aged man said.
"Why are you looking for me?"
Mo Wen's mouth was agape as he stared blankly at the middle-aged man with a very stiff look.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up and come over," said the middle-aged man impatiently.
Upon hearing that, Mo Wen shuffled over to those people's side with a cautious and fearful look.
"Search!"
The middle-aged man waved his hand and said to his subordinates.
When the few young disciples behind him heard this, they immediately went forward to grab Mo Wen and started rummaging through his bamboo basket.
Mo Wen didn't bring his backpack with him. He even stole a simple set of clothes from the surrounding villages to disguise himself as a farmer.
The bamboo basket on his back was filled with medicinal herbs. On the surface, he looked no different from those herb farmers who lived in the Changbai Mountain Range all year round.
The reason why he disguised himself like this. His goal was naturally to prevent the people from the Eternal Sky Sect from suspecting him.
Looking at the two youths rummaging through his bamboo basket, a glint of light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. However, it was fleeting, and no one noticed it.
In his bamboo basket, there was naturally nothing else but medicinal herbs. As for the Flame Flower, Blood Mushroom and other elixirs, he naturally couldn't just casually keep them on him. Otherwise, when the people from Changtian Sect saw that stalk of Flame Flower, they would definitely suspect him.
Therefore, he did not stop them from searching and allowed them to search.
"Martial Uncle, there's nothing suspicious, but …"
After searching for a while, a young man walked up to the middle-aged man and said.
"But what? Speak clearly. "The middle-aged man frowned.
"However, there are many valuable herbs in his bamboo basket."
The young man walked to the side of the middle-aged man and whispered in his ear.
The Changtian Sect would often send their disciples down the mountain to gather herbs. Every time it was the herb gathering season, many disciples would go down the mountain to search for herbs.
Therefore, the disciples of the Changtian Sect were very familiar with medicinal herbs and the like.
The value of some of the medicinal herbs in Mo Wen's bamboo basket was not low. Many of them were precious medicinal herbs. One might not be able to find them even after searching for a long time. The youth's bamboo building actually had so many of them. It was simply shocking.
"Who asked you to pay attention to the herbs he picked? I'm asking if there's anything suspicious. If there isn't, then let's go. "
The middle-aged man snorted coldly. He didn't have the time to pay attention to such things. It had already been a day, but the demoness still hadn't been found. The sect had already issued a death order. If they couldn't find her, then no one would have a good time.
Moreover, that demoness was too big of a threat to the Changtian Sect. If they could not take this opportunity to eradicate that demoness, then it would definitely be a very dangerous time bomb for the Changtian Sect, causing people to panic.
At this moment, how could he have the mood to care about how many good medicinal herbs a herb-gathering youth had gathered?
"Martial Uncle …"
The young man was about to say something. The medicinal herbs in the young man's bamboo basket were so precious that even his Martial Uncle would be tempted. If he snatched away all the medicinal herbs, he would definitely receive a lot of rewards when he returned to the sect.
However, the middle-aged man waved his hand and interrupted the young man. Then, he led the group to search in another direction.
When the young man saw this, he could only swallow his words and follow the middle-aged man gloomily. Before he left, he didn't forget to glare at Mo Wen. This lad was dumb, but his luck was not bad to be able to find so many rare medicinal herbs. Indeed, fortune favors fools. What a pity …
Mo Wen looked at the group of people from the Changtian Sect who were gradually getting further away. The corners of his mouth curled up. He carried the bamboo basket and continued on his way.
After circling around a mountain peak and confirming that no one was following him, he returned to the hidden little valley.
Back in the stone room, Mo Wen started to fiddle with the medicinal herbs. As for the demoness, she was sitting in the corner, silently circulating her Qi to heal her injuries.
However, with her horrifying injuries, circulating her Qi to heal herself was not something that could be healed in a day.
The higher one's Cultivation, the harder it was to be injured. However, once one was injured, it was also harder to heal the injuries.
Especially with such a serious injury of the demoness, if she were to rely on her own slow circulation of Qi to heal herself, she might not be able to recover even in three to four years.
"Don't circulate your Qi to heal yourself. Later, I will boil a bowl of medicinal soup for you to drink. I guarantee that it will be ten times, a hundred times better than you circulating your Qi to heal yourself."
Mo Wen was fiddling with the medicinal herbs while he was bored, flirting with the cold demoness.
Making medicinal soup was a very complicated matter and required a very long time.
Of course, it was much simpler than concocting healing pills.
With the current conditions, it was impossible to concoct any healing pills with good effects. Some normal healing pills did not have much effect on the demoness' injuries. Hence, it was better to boil medicinal soup.
With his medical expertise, the effects of medicinal soup were not inferior to pills. Moreover, it was easy to absorb and could maintain the effects for a long time.
"Speaking of which, you are young, probably not even thirty? Your Cultivation is not bad. How did you practice it? You are very talented. Although you are still a little weaker than me, it is still rare in the world. "
"Speaking of which, you are always so cold. Don't you know how to smile? A smile can make you ten years younger. Smiling is the simplest form of politeness. You don't know any manners at all. "
"Do you have a boyfriend? Have you been in a relationship before? I don't think so. I don't think you look like someone … "
"You are quite pretty, just a little too seductive. If I were to marry you, not only would my body be unable to take it, but I would also have to guard against you every day like a thief, preventing you from seducing other men. How tiring would that be … "
Mo Wen mumbled to himself, but he did not delay his work at all. In a short while, he had set up a stove, started a fire, and started the decoction stage.
"You are so noisy. Do you believe that I will cut your tongue off?"
The demoness finally could not stand Mo Wen's nagging anymore. She opened her eyes from her practice and glared at Mo Wen coldly.
Would this person die if he did not speak?
"Look at you. Unruly and barbaric. You don't even let others speak. I just said that you would not be able to get married. I was right."
Mo Wen shook his head, looking as though he could understand life.
The demoness clenched her fists. If she was not injured, she would definitely tear that mouth apart. There was actually such an annoying person in the world.
However, she also knew that she could not do anything to Mo Wen now. She could only shut her mouth tightly and force herself to calm down. She did not want to look at the b * stard who made people burn with anger.
"Do you see that? Wild ginseng that is more than five hundred years old. It has almost grown into a human shape. Do you know the King of Ginseng? This is the King of Ginseng. Eating it might increase your lifespan by a few years. "
Mo Wen held up a human root and dangled it in front of the demoness. He said with a pained expression, "This stalk of medicine is a priceless treasure. Its value is way above that stalk of White Flame Flower of yours. Today, in order to treat your illness, I have put in a lot of effort. Don't forget that you owe me another favor. Sigh, you are owing me more and more favors … "
That stalk of so-called King of Ginseng was naturally the wild ginseng that Mo Wen had found in the valley that day. This wild ginseng grew around the Flame Flower and was contaminated with the spiritual energy of the Flame Flower. Hence, after growing for five hundred years, it had become a stalk of lower grade spiritual medicine.
In terms of healing effects, the five-hundred-year-old wild ginseng was indeed far superior to the Flame Flower. After all, wild ginseng was a neutral medicinal herb that strengthened the corporeity. However, the Flame Flower was different, as it was a special medicinal herb.
Why would the demoness care about the five-hundred-year-old and three-hundred-year-old wild ginseng? She basically didn't even want to look at Mo Wen. She directly ignored him …
After a while, Mo Wen had brewed a bowl of medicinal soup. The fragrance of the medicine filled the stone room. It didn't seem to have the bitter and strange smell of ordinary medicinal soup. Instead, it contained a refreshing fragrance.
"Don't pretend to be dead. Drink the medicine while it's hot."
Mo Wen carried the bowl of medicinal soup and walked in front of the demoness. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
The demoness closed her eyes tightly and shrank in the corner. She didn't seem to have heard Mo Wen's words at all. Her body didn't move at all.
"Are you going to drink it or not? If you don't drink it, I will do that to you. Do you believe me? You don't believe me, right? I knew you wouldn't believe me … "
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a playful smile. As he said that, he took a step forward. His face was close to the demoness' pretty face. He had a big smile on his face, as if to say, "Don't believe me, wait for me to personally verify it …"
"Wait."
The demoness finally couldn't stay calm. She bit her lip and resisted the urge to slap Mo Wen to death. She fiercely took the medicinal soup from Mo Wen's hand.
"That's more like it."
Mo Wen laughed. This little girl's skills were still a little too low to act shamelessly with him.
"Drink it. It's delicious."
Mo Wen smacked his lips. He looked as if he wanted to drink the medicinal soup even if she didn't drink it.
The demoness looked at Mo Wen doubtfully. She took a shallow sip. The next moment, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. Her eyes rolled back listlessly. She opened her mouth and wanted to spit out the medicinal soup.
It was too disgusting. She had simply never drunk such a disgusting medicinal soup. Not only was it extremely bitter, but there was also a strange taste in her mouth. It was like the smell of fish. It made her want to vomit.
Even with her mental fortitude, she couldn't drink such a disgusting medicinal soup.
"If you dare to spit it out, I will do that to you."
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. He held the bowl in the demoness' hand with one hand and stopped her from putting it down. He looked as if she had to drink it whether she wanted to or not.
Although the medicine was disgusting, it was a bowl of medicinal soup that contained the essence of various precious medicinal herbs. Others couldn't drink it even if they wanted to. If she really wasted it, Mo Wen might do that to her in a fit of anger …
The demoness bit her lip and looked at Mo Wen coldly. Helplessly, she could only hold the bowl of medicine in her hand and take another small sip.
She had only taken a small sip when her stomach churned. She really couldn't drink it anymore.
"Do you know that good medicine tastes bitter? This bowl of medicine is worth a lot of money. Moreover, it is priceless. Others can't drink it. Be good and drink it all. After you drink it, your injuries will be healed. "
Mo Wen's tone was a lot gentler. Coaxing a patient to drink medicine was a skill that used both carrot and stick.
Otherwise, if he was too stubborn and drank the medicine, he might vomit it out later.
The demoness' body trembled slightly. She looked deeply at Mo Wen and slowly became silent. Her cold temperament seemed to have dissipated a lot.
She suddenly remembered the scene of her father persuading her to drink medicine when she was young. It had not happened for a long time. The memory seemed to be getting more and more blurry.
He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and drank the whole bowl of medicine in one gulp.
"Get lost."
She stuffed the empty bowl of medicine into Mo Wen's hand. Then, she closed her eyes and didn't make another sound. (To be continued.)
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