The commotion outside gradually became clearer. It seemed that some injured people were being transported back.
This kind of thing should be very common here. Yang Xuan didn't want to pay attention to it, but when his Divine Sense swept past a certain injured person, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
The next moment, he pushed open the courtyard door and walked out.
Outside the door, there was a group of about ten people passing by. They were carrying a stretcher with a wounded person on it.
This should be a small group of scouts. Their cultivation wasn't high, and the strongest person should be the leader. He was only in the Heaven Stage, but he was injured and carried on the stretcher.
Yang Xuan's gaze fell on the stretcher.
The soldiers carrying the stretcher saw Yang Xuan sizing it up, and after a few cautious glances, they were about to pass by him.
"Wait!" Yang Xuan suddenly said.
The pair of soldiers were stunned and looked at Yang Xuan. One of them stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?"
These people didn't know Yang Xuan, and didn't know his identity. At this moment, their eyes were full of vigilance.
Yang Xuan approached the stretcher and said at the same time, "Put him down!"
The two soldiers carrying the stretcher looked alert and began to lean back. At the same time, the soldiers beside them surrounded them and blocked the stretcher behind them.
The person who spoke first said warily, "Who are you?"
Yang Xuan didn't explain. He waved his hand, and the few people blocking his way retreated involuntarily.
"What are you doing?" The soldiers beside him shouted angrily and surrounded Yang Xuan.
Their leader was seriously injured. If he didn't receive treatment soon, his life would be in danger. At this moment, seeing someone causing trouble, they were all furious.
If they weren't in the camp, they would probably attack directly.
However, Yang Xuan didn't explain. He waved his hand again, and the people surrounding him felt a strong attack. They were pushed back, revealing the people carrying the stretcher.
Bang!
In the next moment, the two people carrying the stretcher were also pushed back. The stretcher fell to the ground with a bang.
At this moment, the hundreds of warriors were completely enraged. They were already in a bad mood because of the unfavorable situation. How could they hold back now? They drew their weapons and pressed down on Yang Xuan.
At this critical moment, a dignified voice suddenly sounded, "Stop!"
Everyone was stunned. When they looked over, they saluted in unison, "General Yin!"
It was Yin Feng. He frowned as he looked at the stretcher on the ground and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
Each of them went up to a thousand men and recounted what had happened earlier.
Yin Feng came to Yang Xuan's side and whispered, "Profound Sage, what's going on?"
His voice was very low, so low that only Yang Xuan could hear it clearly. Although the others did not hear the way he addressed Yang Xuan, they could clearly see his unusually respectful attitude. Immediately, they began to speculate about Yang Xuan's identity.
Yang Xuan circled the wounded man twice and sneered, "You're carrying a demon through the streets, and you don't even know it."
Everyone, including Yin Feng, was stunned. At the same time, they looked at the wounded man on the ground.
That's right. This was indeed their captain. There was no mistake.
As a warrior, he might be more irritable. Although Yin Feng's attitude made him speculate about Yang Xuan's identity, he could not help but say angrily, "What did you say? Say it again. "
Yin Feng shouted, "Shut up!"
Then he asked in a low voice, "Profound Sage? Is there a problem with him? "
Others might not know Yang Xuan's identity, but how could he not know? He knew that a Saint would never joke about this.
Yang Xuan nodded slightly but did not explain. Suddenly, he slapped the wounded man on the ground.
The surrounding people were shocked and were about to rush over in shock and anger.
Yin Feng waved his palm and forced them back. He said in a deep voice, "Watch!"
Everyone was forced to stop. Just as they were about to speak, what happened in front of them stunned them.
As Yang Xuan's palm fell on the wounded man, the man who had just fallen into a coma suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream. Then, a black shadow, about one foot long, that looked like a mouse, but with a head like a black smoke, emerged from the wounded man's body. It squatted on the wounded man's body and bared its teeth at Yang Xuan.
Someone exclaimed loudly, "Demon Kui!??"
Squeak!
The thing called Demon Kui suddenly launched an attack at this moment and rushed toward Yang Xuan.
"Be careful!" everyone exclaimed at the same time.
However, Yang Xuan's expression did not change at all. He stretched out his hand and gently squeezed. The Demon Kui was pinched in his hand, and it let out a shrill scream.
Everyone was stunned and did not know what to say.
At this moment, the wounded man on the ground let out a weak groan, attracting everyone's attention.
"Captain!"
A few people rushed over.
Yang Xuan held Demon Kui and simply did the good deed to the end. He waved his hand and sent spiritual energy into the man's body, helping him recover from his injuries in a short period of time.
Seeing their captain recover from a serious injury in a short period of time, the hundreds of soldiers were dumbfounded and somewhat at a loss.
Yin Feng naturally knew whose credit this was and said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and kneel down to thank the Profound Sage!"
The captain, who had just sat up, also vaguely knew whose method it was. Hearing this, he hurriedly got up and knelt down. Just as he was about to thank him, he suddenly realized what Yin Feng had said. He immediately exclaimed, his eyes full of horror. "Sage?"
The others turned pale with fright and completely lost their minds.
Yang Xuan laughed and turned around to leave with Demon Kui.
Not long after returning to the courtyard, Yin Feng settled those people down and followed in. Seeing that Yang Xuan was studying Demon Kui, who was still struggling in his hand, he said, "Profound Sage, you'd better be careful. Although Demon Kui's cultivation is not high, his mental energy is very strong, and he's very good at hiding."
Yang Xuan nodded and asked, "Is this Demon Kui one of the spiritual-type demons?"
Yin Feng nodded. "Yes, and he's one of the more difficult spiritual-type demons to deal with. There was once a Great Emperor who fell into his trap."
Yang Xuan looked at the demon in his hand with interest and said, "I see. I'll study it."
Yin Feng told the Profound Sage to be careful and then left.
Although Demon Kui was terrifying, Yang Xuan had the cultivation of a Sage, so Yin Feng was not worried and left with peace of mind.
After he left, Yang Xuan carefully looked at him.
Only then did he realize that this rat-like fellow did not have any fur on its body. Instead, it was covered with a layer of fine scales that flickered with black light. Its head did not exist. It was just a ball of black air, which looked very mysterious.
Demon Kui was still screaming. Yang Xuan discovered that its voice did not come from its head but from its abdomen, which was similar to ventriloquism.
After observing its appearance, Yang Xuan thought for a moment and began to try to use his spiritual sense to probe Demon Kui's body.
Demon Kui seemed to have sensed something and began to struggle with all its might. Its strength increased several times in a short period of time, and it was close to that of a Ruler.
Yang Xuan did not care about anything else. His spiritual sense was like a needle that directly pierced into the demon's body.
After a scream, Demon Kui struggled even more intensely. At this moment, Yang Xuan's spiritual sense had entered its body.
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