"It's really serious …"
Soon, Su Yin's eyebrows shot up.
The other party's injuries were equivalent to a nail piercing through a tire, but the other party's injuries were equivalent to several thousand nails piercing through his tires. It was a miracle that he was still alive.
"He should be a cultivator. His vitality is so concentrated …" Zhang Xuan nodded.
He had no idea how powerful the other party was, but given how concentrated his vitality was, it was unlikely for him to be weak. Knowing this, his desire to cultivate grew stronger … As long as he was powerful, it would be difficult for him to die even if he wanted to.
"If I'm not mistaken, he should be a new disciple of the Zhenxian Sect. Going by seniority, he should be my grandson, so …"
Su Yin stroked his lower jaw. "I have to save him!"
It was fortunate that the other party was just a child, so he didn't feel uncomfortable addressing him as his grandson. If it had been an old man in his seventies or eighties, he would have felt awkward addressing him as his grandson.
I don't want to be your grandfather!
Forget it, let's not think about this anymore. I should focus on how to treat him!
Through their interaction, Zhang Xuan understood where the other party's injuries were. All that was left was to determine how he should treat the other party.
However … he had never concocted medicine for a human ever since he started learning the art of medicine. As such, he was completely clueless about the dosage of the medicine.
"The boar is bigger than him, so I should be able to reduce the dosage by half …"
Su Yin pondered for a moment before coming to a conclusion. He took out a brush and paper and wrote down a prescription.
Back then, the wild boar he reared had trampled on the crops he planted. In a fit of rage, Donkey kicked the boar, causing it to be severely injured. It was this prescription that cured the boar. As long as the dosage was reduced by half, there shouldn't be any problems.
"I don't have any medicine at home …"
After writing down the prescription, Su Yin smiled bitterly.
Even though the medicinal herbs he prescribed were ordinary, he had only planted some crops when he first moved in. He didn't know anything about medicinal herbs, so he could only head to the mountain tomorrow to gather some. Hopefully, this fellow could last until dawn.
After walking out of the room, Zhang Xuan finally felt his hunger pangs.
Soon, a sumptuous feast appeared on the table. A rich aroma drifted in through the window and dived into The Great Demon's body.
After some time, Bliss slowly woke up.
"Where am I?"
He tried to get up, but he realized that his entire body was in excruciating pain. He couldn't move at all. He stretched his consciousness out of his body and took a look around him.
This was … returning to the courtyard again!
He was severely injured again, and even his Demonic Qi was damaged. In the end … not only was he unable to escape, he was even imprisoned here. It was truly tragic.
"What is that …"
Knowing that it was impossible for him to escape now, just as he was about to give up, he saw something on a nearby table that was emitting a bright light. Saint Qi and True Intent radiated from it, illuminating the entire room, making it as warm as spring.
The Great Demon narrowed his eyes in agitation.
Could it be … that the Saint Qi in this courtyard was being released from here?
If it was true, even though he didn't manage to escape, it was a blessing in disguise!
"Devour!"
Circulating the power in his body, Yang Kai's Saint Qi slowly descended, nourishing his severely injured body and restoring his damaged Demon Source Qi.
After an unknown period of time, Zhang Xuan's soul had recovered significantly. With a thought, the piece of paper containing the Book of True Intent slowly flew over to him.
"So beautiful …" The Great Demon was immediately mesmerized.
There were more than a hundred words densely packed on the piece of paper, and each of them carried a sharp aura that contained a unique Great Dao. With just a glance, one could not help but be intoxicated.
To be able to write such words, it went without saying that the person who wrote it must have cultivated calligraphy to the limit, reaching a level that was beyond his reach.
If he read it frequently, not only would he be able to quickly recover his cultivation, he might even be able to take the opportunity to break through!
"This looks like a prescription … Is it for my injuries?" The Great Demon was overjoyed.
How precious would a prescription left behind by an expert be? How powerful would it be? Needless to say, if he could really get the herbs, his injuries would be healed in no time.
Filled with excitement, Zhang Xuan could not help but read out the contents on the paper, "Five grams of Angelica, Five grams of Ligusticum Chuanxiong, Five grams of White Peony …"
As an old monster who had lived for several thousand years, he was very experienced in treating injuries.
The prescription in front of him was indeed the first choice for treating injuries. Whether it was the herbs used or the quantity, it was very gentle and cautious, giving off the feeling of a medical grandmaster.
Nodding his head, Zhang Xuan began visualizing the kind and benevolent person who was prescribing the medicine. Soon, the words below appeared before his eyes.
"Guillotine Grass 1 copper coin, Poinsettia 1 copper coin, 10 jin of bran, 8 jin of grass roots, 5 jin of sweet potato leaves, 1 Mud Pit 1 …"
“？？？”
The Great Demon was stunned.
Guillotine Grass and Poinsettia might be poison, but they can be used together with other medicinal herbs to treat injuries … But 10 jin of bran, 8 jin of grass roots, and 5 jin of sweet potato leaves … What does this mean?
Can this be eaten?
And 1 Mud Pit …
Shouldn't this be used to feed pigs … Could it be that it isn't for me but for pigs?
The Great Demon felt stifled.
It feels like the person who wrote the prescription is scolding me, but I don't have any proof …
…
In the dense forest, the disciple of the Windlightning Sect, Yao Zhan, was anxiously hiding under a tree.
Hu!
A gust of wind blew, and the silhouette of an elder suddenly appeared before him.
"Elder Mofeng!" Yao Zhan clasped his fist and bowed.
After receiving news that the elder was coming over, he had been waiting here.
"Where does that Junior Uncle live? Bring me there. I want to see his cultivation realm personally! "Elder Mofeng gritted his teeth.
The Silver-winged Azure Serpent was his tamed beast, as well as his brother. Yet, it was killed and roasted. If he didn't exact vengeance, what was the point of living?
"Elder, the sect leader has just sent an order for us to put aside the matter of Junior Uncle for the time being and look for a way to purchase the Spirit artifacts sold in the Great Salt Market!" Yao Zhan passed the news over.
"A Spirit pinnacle artifact? We have to get our hands on it, but I want to investigate that Junior Uncle as well! "
Elder Mofeng narrowed his eyes. "If he's really formidable, we can avoid him for the time being. If he's a fake, we have to kill him no matter the price to exact vengeance for the Silver-winged Azure Serpent!"
"Un!" Yao Zhan nodded. "This is where Senior Silver-winged Azure Serpent fought with Junior Uncle. Elder, you can take a look first before making a decision."
"Alright!"
Nodding his head, Elder Mofeng scanned the surroundings.
They were in an extremely small area of the primordial forest. Only a few of the trees were broken, and the marks on the ground weren't too obvious. Clearly, the battle wasn't too intense. The Silver-winged Azure Serpent seemed to have been killed in a single move, unable to even put up a fight.
If it was really that Junior Uncle who had made a move, with his strength, it would be impossible for him to exact vengeance.
"Something's wrong!"
Just as Elder Mofeng was feeling vexed, he suddenly noticed something and his eyebrows shot up.
"What's wrong?" Yao Zhan hurried forward.
"These leaves were originally like this, or did they change after the battle?" Elder Mofeng pointed to a certain spot.
Yao Zhan turned his gaze over. On a tree not too far away, there was a small cluster of several dozen leaves. The edges of the leaves were slightly grayish, a stark contrast from the emerald green of the other areas. As there were too few of them, and the change wasn't too great, he hadn't noticed it before.
"It should be … after the battle!" Yao Zhan was unsure.
The other leaves didn't seem to have changed at all, but this small cluster of leaves was different. There was a high chance that it had something to do with the battle.
Elder Mofeng walked forward, plucked a leaf, and flicked it lightly with his finger.
Hu!
A ball of blue flame rose into the air, setting the leaf ablaze. A faint wisp of black smoke rose from it.
"As I thought …" Elder Mofeng clenched his fists tightly.
"Elder Mofeng, did you notice something?" Yao Zhan asked curiously.
"Un, if I'm not mistaken …" Elder Mofeng nodded his head. "The Silver-winged Azure Serpent wasn't killed by Junior Uncle but … a demonic cultivator!"
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