ebookland Chapter 518 Could it be that my former master is still alive?
Chapter 518 Could it be that my former master is still alive?
The bitten monk lay quietly to one side, all alone. If it weren't for the occasional rise and fall of his chest, one would have thought he was dead.
The other two cultivators helped each other apply medicine and heal each other's wounds and regulate their breathing.
"Senior Brother, you scared me to death! Waaah, that was so dangerous! I, I, I—"
I was speechless for a long time, but the injured monk couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
"Second Junior Brother, if you're really scared, I'll send you out right away." The eldest senior brother said with a hint of mockery, "You should know that Master worked very hard to get this spot for you. If you back out on your very first day, it will be a disgrace to Langyuan Sect, and Master will be even more embarrassed!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Chengjian frowned and looked at the two men's clothes. Sure enough, the three characters "Langyuan Sect" were embroidered on their clothes.
He turned his head and saw that the person lying down had "Hua Cui Zong" embroidered on their clothes.
Heh, since we're not disciples of the same sect, who would be kind enough to heal you or give you medicine, lest you end up doing all the work for nothing?
However, they couldn't just let him fend for himself. Wen Chengjian walked up to the two men, pointed at the man lying on the ground, and asked, "Is he one of your men? Why didn't you save him?"
“We don’t know him…” the senior disciple said through gritted teeth, “This is the one who brought the demonic beast here. We were just guarding a medicinal herb when this man charged over, and the demonic beast following behind him not only destroyed the herb but also attacked indiscriminately.”
Wen Chengjian frowned and asked, "How did he get so badly injured?"
The second junior brother said with a wronged look, "It seems that this person cut off a piece of a demon beast's horn, so the demon beast is biting him desperately. We wanted to help him, but, but our cultivation level is not high enough."
After a pause, he continued, "By the way, thank you for saving us, fellow Daoist. We are disciples of the Fifth Lawyer of the Langyuan Sect. My name is Xu Laiwen, and this is my senior brother Yan Huacan. May I ask how you should address us, fellow Daoist? After we leave the secret realm, we will treat you to a drink to express our gratitude."
Wen Chengjian originally didn't want to leave his name, but then he thought, the Wen family doesn't change their names, and if he wants to make a name for himself in the immortal realm, it wouldn't hurt to have more friends and more opportunities. "My name is Wen Chengjian."
After saying that, Wen Chengjian turned and walked towards the cultivator who was lying down.
This person is in a terrible state. His body is covered in blood and gore from the bites of the monster, his clothes are tattered, and blood is still dripping from many wounds. His curled-up legs show that they are broken.
Wen Chengjian crouched down and reached out to check the man's breath. To his surprise, the man seemed to react, grabbing Wen Chengjian's hand, struggling to lift his head, and letting out a low, desperate cry for help, "Help, help me..."
As if he had used up his last breath, after saying those two words, his chest stopped rising and falling.
Upon witnessing this scene, Xu Laiwen suddenly grabbed Yan Huacan's hand and exclaimed, "Senior Brother, is this... a final burst of energy before death?"
Yan Huacan said coldly, "In short, he won't survive. Giving him pills would be a waste."
"Oh fine......"
Just as the two brothers were talking, Wen Chengjian noticed the raised face.
Holy crap, this face looks familiar. I feel like I've seen him before, like I know him, but upon closer inspection, I don't really recognize him.
Although Wen Chengjian was still searching his mind for that similar face, his hands did not hesitate at all.
He popped a pill into the man's mouth, then hurriedly channeled his spiritual energy to help the pill digest and be absorbed.
His action made his indifferent fellow disciples feel utterly ashamed.
After a while, the man's chest began to rise and fall more, and Wen Chengjian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Yan Huacan awkwardly suggested, "Fellow Daoist Wen, this place is not suitable for us to stay for long. Why don't we find a cave first, so that this fellow Daoist can recuperate and rest?"
Wen Chengjian turned to look at the area. Indeed, it was a plain. The group of them were completely exposed, like a bullseye. Anyone or any monster that came near could see them.
"Yes, this place is indeed not suitable for lingering."
After saying that, he turned to his fellow disciples and asked, "What about you? Want to come along?"
Yan Huacan shook his head: "No, let's go find our fellow disciples. Thank you again for saving our lives, Fellow Daoist Wen. Until we meet again."
Xu Laiwen cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Wen, we still owe you a drink. Until we meet again."
After saying that, Yan Huacan led Xu Laiwen westward.
Wen Chengjian carried the injured cultivator on his back and headed east.
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The southeast corner of the secret realm.
As everyone knows, this area is a secret medicinal garden, where many rare and precious spiritual plants and herbs are grown.
Aying and Wenwen traveled from the Stone Forest all the way to the Medicine Garden, avoiding many demonic beasts and groups of cultivators who came in pairs.
At this moment, Aying pointed to a secluded stone house in the herb garden and said excitedly, "Master, that stone house, it's there, I remember it's there."
Upon hearing this, Wenwen cautiously extended her divine sense to investigate.
A quarter of an hour later, nothing was found. There was nothing on the ground or underground, and not even a corpse was in the stone house.
She told Aying the result, but the latter didn't believe it at all.
"Impossible, how come there isn't a trace at all?" Aying muttered to herself, "Could it be, could it be that my former master is still alive?"
After saying that, Aying turned to look at Wenwen, her eyes seeming to be seeking confirmation from Wenwen. Wenwen couldn't bear it for a moment and replied perfunctorily, "Well, I don't know."
Aying exclaimed with delight, "Really? Master, you think so too?"
"Ah."
Wenwen looked up at the sky speechlessly. She was just saying things in the heat of the moment, did she have to take it so seriously?
However, not wanting to disappoint Ah Ying, she said in a more relaxed tone, "Let's go inside the stone house and see, just in case."
Aying rushed in first.
Stone House, as the name suggests, is clearly built of stone from the outside, and once inside, it is indeed made of stone.
Suddenly, Aying pointed to a stone in the corner and shouted, "Master, come here quickly, look here, look here!"
Hearing Aying's cry, Wenwen's heart skipped a beat. Could there really be a clue? Could she really still be alive?
"What's wrong? What did you see? Why are you making such a fuss?"
Wenwen looked in the direction Aying pointed.
On the stone wall were carved three characters: "Go North" and a symbol.
"That's it?" Wenwen looked doubtful. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, definitely, and without a doubt!" Ah Ying beamed as she pointed to the last symbol.
"Master, look closely, isn't this a portrait of me?"
Nani?
Is that a portrait of Ah Ying?
Wenwen rubbed her eyes and pursed her lips, thinking to herself that if she hadn't been told, she really wouldn't have been able to tell that it was Aying's portrait. At first, she thought it was some kind of symbol. So abstract?
Could it be that Ah Ying's former owner was the founder of abstract art?
If you were to call it a scribble, that would probably be true.
Unable to bear looking at that blob of symbols, Wenwen looked around the stone house, only to find that the symbol existed in other places as well.
That's a bit mysterious!