Although the Stonecropping Clan had obtained the Secret Art he had passed down, there were only a few hundred of them and their foundation was too shallow. Even if they had learned some methods to conceal their auras, in front of Lu Xiaotian, those methods were still not enough.
"The other group still has 231 people. There are 137 injured, "Ba Li said.
"Tuo Jing died trying to save me," Lu Xiaotian said.
"The Stonecropping Clan was born because of the Saint. This time, this old man and his clansmen came to find the Saint with the resolve to die. It is Tuo Jing's honour to die a worthy death for the Saint. " Ba Li and the other clansmen wore sorrowful expressions, but the expression on Ba Li's old face was extremely firm.
"Take me to see the injured." Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised by the Stonecropping Clan's fanaticism and reverence, but he did not say anything. Since this abandoned clan had chosen him and was absolutely loyal to him, there was no harm in helping the Stonecropping Clan. Even though Ba Li did not mention the hardships they had to go through to reach this place, from their original position to here, it was more than a million kilometres. It was difficult for anyone who was not obsessed with the Stonecropping Clan to reach this place. Especially now, when the Cultivation World's people were extremely complicated, the Stonecropping Clan's obsession with the Stonecropping Clan shocked Lu Xiaotian.
Along the way, more than a third of the group had been injured, and this did not include those who had died along the way. The number of casualties among the Stonecropping Clan could be imagined.
"The Saint has escaped. You should rest for a while first. The losses suffered by our clansmen are a thing of the past. As long as the Saint can return safely, everything will be worth it," Ba Li hurriedly said.
Lu Xiaotian shook his head and did not reply to Ba Li's words, flying straight towards the cave. During this conversation, Lu Xiaotian was able to control more Astral Blood Force. Although it would probably take quite a while for him to completely recover, in this short period of time, it wouldn't be too much of a problem for him to knead a Divine Illusionary Realm junior into a flat ball with just his own strength. However, he was still far from being at his peak.
"Go and rest. You just need to follow me." Lu Xiaotian ordered, and he sped up again.
Seeing that he couldn't stop them, Ba Li hurriedly ordered his clansmen to get back to work. Lu Xiaotian had just arrived at the entrance of the cave when a wave of groans entered his ears, accompanied by a foul stench.
"Lizard snake venom?" Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes. Apart from the wounds inflicted by the Demon Race's magical weapons, all of them had been poisoned by the Demon Lizard Snakes. Apart from the hundreds of people who were on the verge of dying from the poison, there were over a hundred corpses that had already died from the poison. Lu Xiaotian hadn't expected the number of casualties the Stone Tribe had suffered on this trip to the Blue Mirror Lake!
"I didn't expect the Stone Race to be so unyielding!" Thinking of the performance of Ba Li and the others in front of him just now, Lu Xiaotian was once again shocked. Even though they had to bear such a heavy price and casualties, they didn't feel the slightest bit of regret other than pain. After being affected by the curse for generations, this abandoned race had lost too many of their loved ones and suffered too many deaths and injuries. However, this had also created an iron will that they had struggled through life and death and suffering. They were indifferent to life and death, and unyielding and defiant to fate. This seemingly weak tribe was alienated by the majority of the Human Race and disliked by the Monster Race because of the "mountain" symbol on their heads. However, while pursuing the inheritance of the tribe, they also had a kind of unyielding character, an unyielding and fearless attitude towards life and death!
"Saint! We've found the Saint! " The wounded who saw Lu Xiaotian struggled to get up. Those with lighter injuries were able to get up, but some fell back down after struggling halfway. However, these people who had suffered so much also had expressions of joy on their faces.
"Don't move!" Lu Xiaotian stretched out his palm and a mass of Astral Blood Energy floated forward.
"The Saint's injuries haven't healed yet. You can't! "Patriarch Ba Li panicked when he saw this and hurriedly knelt down." The Saint needs to recover as soon as possible. Our tribe's sacrifice won't be in vain. "
"Stand down! All of you, lie down and don't move. " The latter half of the sentence was directed at the wounded. Lu Xiaotian's tone was calm, but it carried a majesty that didn't allow anyone to object.
Not allowing Patriarch Ba Li to speak, the mass of bloody mist in Lu Xiaotian's hand flew into the air like a small bloody sun, causing the wounded Stone Tribe members to be unable to look directly at it.
The blood-red mist emitted rays of blood-red light that shone on the injured Stone Tribe members in the cave. Those who were more seriously injured received more blood-red light. Under the interweaving of the bloody light, the cave was suddenly filled with a foul stench that seeped out from the wounded, forming black sweat. After a while, the auras of the wounded calmed down a lot, and the auras of the dozen or so wounded who were on the verge of death gradually strengthened.
"Saint, thank you for the grace of rebirth!" When Patriarch Ba Li saw this scene, tears streamed down his face. The Stone Tribe members were unyielding and did not fear death, but that didn't mean they didn't want to live. Seeing his tribesmen being tortured in pain and dying one by one, as the patriarch, Ba Li felt as if a knife was being twisted in his heart. However, he had no choice but to appear stronger than the others. It wasn't until Lu Xiaotian's appearance that he managed to pull the hundred or so clansmen back from the jaws of death.
"Thank you for the grace of rebirth, Saint." Many of the wounded were still crying. The Stone Tribe members had traveled millions of kilometers to reach the Blue Mirror Lake. The fact that so many of them were still alive wasn't because of their strength. With their low cultivation and weak strength, they had been able to reach this place not only because of luck, but also because of humiliation. They had suffered the disdain of other factions and carried the burden of their tribesmen's deaths.
The Stone Tribe members were unyielding and could endure humiliation for their own goals. In front of their enemies, they had no fear even if they died. The Saint was still the same Saint who didn't despise them and had saved the Stone Tribe from disaster! In front of the Saint, their weak and helpless side was completely exposed. The Saint in front of them was the only person they could vent their frustrations on without despising the Stone Tribe. No, he was the Stone Tribe's Saint!
"Since you all respect me as the Saint, from today onwards, the Stone Tribe is my tribe. The Stone Tribe has not betrayed me, and I will not betray the Stone Tribe in my lifetime! " When the bloody mist completely dissipated, Lu Xiaotian's face paled. Before his injuries had healed, he had forcefully expelled the poison from the Stone Tribe members, causing their recovery process to be delayed. However, in this situation, Lu Xiaotian couldn't resist the urge to act.
"The Stone Tribe members will never betray the Saint. If they go against the Saint, they will be abandoned by both man and god, never to be reborn!" When the tearful Patriarch Ba Li heard Lu Xiaotian's words, he couldn't help but become emotional, and even his voice began to tremble.
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