"What do you think? The Mirror Spirit already recognizes him as its master, so there's no reason for it to refuse."
Instantly, Fu Mingxu's fatigue from the journey was greatly relieved, and the wooden stick in his hand became a tool for sweeping away weeds and scouting the way.
Looking at the neatly arranged spiritual herbs in the mirror's inner space, the mirror spirit fell into a state of bewilderment.
It remembered that this place was once where Yuan Tong's master stored magical artifacts and deduced heavenly secrets.
Fu Mingxu continued on his way, so engrossed in the excitement of possessing countless spiritual plants that he paid no attention to the passage of time. When he squatted down as before to carefully pick a Qingxin Grass, he suddenly heard the sounds of fighting coming from not far away.
Is anyone there?
The overwhelming spiritual energy condensed into a thin white mist, and a scream rang out from the mist. Fu Mingxu quickly processed the spiritual herb, and with a slight thought, the herb disappeared from his palm and entered the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror space.
Hey, it's pretty convenient.
Dragon flames appeared in his palm, dispelling the approaching spiritual mist and opening up his field of vision.
Fu Mingxu felt a little relieved. The fighting sounds around him seemed to have ended, and he could not hear any sound at all.
"Click".
It was the sound of a dry branch being broken by someone's foot. His palm tightened, and the dragon flame returned to his dantian. He then slowly turned around and saw a cultivator dressed in a star-blue robe, holding a sharp sword.
Fu Mingxu looked at the sword tip pointing at him, and took out the dragon scale from his sleeve.
"Who are you? Why are you sneaking around here?" The cultivator's gaze was clear, but his tone was sharp.
The white mist was blown away by the wind, and her dark hair fluttered as her green robes billowed. Combined with the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers contained in her eyes and brows, Li Chixue's heart stirred. She felt that the other person was like a spirit born from the mountains, captivating her soul.
Fu Mingxu was startled by him and composed himself, saying, "Someone who has wandered into this place by mistake."
If the Mirror Spirit hadn't dragged him into this treasure hunt, he would have already finished soaking in the spiritual spring and would be refining the Demon Source Pill by now.
Li Chixue frowned slightly, a look of doubt flashing across his handsome face: "Are you a mortal?"
He glanced around and noticed the hole dug at the other person's feet, then said sternly, "Then why are you digging for spirit herbs here?"
Fu Mingxu hadn't expected him to be so observant. He lowered his eyes and said in a light voice, "I just started cultivating my Qi. I used to be a doctor. After embarking on the path of cultivation, I became interested in these spiritual herbs. I was accidentally sucked into the secret realm and couldn't get out. Seeing that there were many spiritual plants here, I thought I would dig some up to take back to refine pills and make medicine."
Perhaps because the spiritual energy here was too dense, his body was also stained with traces of spiritual energy circulation. However, these traces flowed on the surface, and at first glance, they really looked like the aura fluctuations of someone who had just entered the Qi Refining stage.
The appearance of a cultivator in a secret realm is naturally more common than that of a mortal.
"Are you a healer?" Realizing he posed no threat, Li Chixue's expression softened slightly. "You can heal cultivators?"
Monk?
Fu Mingxu clasped his hands in front of him, thought for a moment, and said, "We're all human, so simple wound treatment is manageable."
The appearance of the person before him was enough to show that many cultivators had entered this secret realm. Recalling the sounds of fighting earlier, it was clear that someone had been injured; Fu Mingxu immediately made this judgment.
Sure enough, upon hearing him say that, Li Chixue lowered the tip of her sword, no longer pointing it at him, and said, "Come with me."
Fu Mingxu glanced at the coldly gleaming sword tip, did not refuse, and obediently followed behind him.
“I have a junior brother who is injured, but the medicine he took couldn’t stop the bleeding.” Li Chixue suddenly stopped and turned to look at him, her sharp, eagle-like eyes carrying a faint warning. “If you can’t heal him, just say so, and I won’t take your life.”
"If you deceive me, don't blame my sword for being merciless!"
Fu Mingxu held down the Mirror Spirit who was yelling and about to come out and beat people up, smiled slightly like melting winter snow, and nodded gently: "I know."
Faced with that exceptionally handsome face, Li Chixue couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh anymore and silently led the way.
The stench of blood filled the air, and the space in front of us was very open, with signs of a fight everywhere on the grass.
Fu Mingxu's heart skipped a beat, and the next moment he saw four or five corpses lying on the ground. This scene reminded him of the earth-shattering, blood-soaked scenes before his rebirth, making him feel physically uncomfortable.
Li Chixue noticed that he turned his head away from the ground and felt that this person was too delicate and did not have the slightest characteristic of a cultivator who was not afraid of blood.
But considering that he had just embarked on his cultivation journey and had previously been a doctor, I could understand a bit more.
"This is my junior brother." Li Chixue stuck the sword into the grass beside her. The slender blade emitted a buzzing sound, as if expressing its dissatisfaction with its master. "Can it heal?"
Fu Mingxu glanced at the corpse on the ground out of the corner of his eye, then noticed the blood groove on the sword next to it. After a moment of silence, he said, "Let me see."
Li Chixue nodded, her gaze following him intently, monitoring his every move.
His dark hair cascaded down, and the neck at the collar of his blue robe was even more lustrous than the finest white jade. Li Buxue's gaze followed his bending motion downwards, and she suddenly noticed that this person was much thinner than most male cultivators.
Fu Mingxu was unaware of the stares he was receiving. He glanced at the person on the ground who was almost soaked in blood, then pressed his index and middle fingers together on the other person's wrist, letting a wisp of chaotic energy silently probe inside.
The heart meridian was undamaged, the meridians were unobstructed, but the blood in the body was churning and surging, as if it were about to burst out of the body.
“There are no internal injuries.” Fu Mingxu had a guess, and looked up at Li Chixue, his voice gentle, “May I take a look at his wounds?”
A misty haze enveloped Fu Mingxu, filtering the sunlight through layers of fog into an incredibly soft glow. That light softened the coolness in his eyes, leaving only a gentle warmth.
A note from the author:
Han Tao: Hey, where is my wife?
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Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 49
Li Chixue was stunned by the beauty that surpassed even mountains and rivers, and it took her a long time to find her voice: "What are you saying?"
Fu Mingxu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked politely, "May I take a look at his wound?"
As if suddenly waking from a dream, Li Chixue finally noticed what he was saying.
His peripheral vision swept over the hem of the blue robe, and he bent down to pull up the sleeve of the man on the ground, revealing a deep, bone-revealing wound in front of the two of them.
“This is…” Fu Mingxu frowned as he looked at the reddened flesh and blood, and pressed his finger next to it.
Li Chixue's gaze swept over those slender, white fingertips, and she said in a deep voice, "Can you save me? If not, you can leave."
However, with his low-level cultivation, he probably wouldn't survive a day in this perilous secret realm.
Her brows furrowed tightly. Realizing her tone had been too harsh, Li Chixue added, "Perhaps you could hide somewhere..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Mingxu withdrew his finger and said confidently, "It can be cured."
“Your junior brother’s wound was contaminated with a poison called Bloodthirst, so as long as the poison is not removed, no matter how many spiritual medicines you give him, it will be useless.”
"I happen to have some detoxifying pills here, which will surely be able to cure his poisoning."
A round pill lay in his palm as he spoke. Fu Mingxu looked at him and asked, "If you believe me, I can use it on him now."
Li Chixue didn't think that someone with his cultivation level could pull any tricks on her. If her junior brother's injuries were left untreated, he might eventually bleed to death.
"Okay, you can give it to him."
"The detoxification process will be a little painful, but it's okay. This will speed up his recovery." Fu Mingxu dutifully explained the last remaining side effect, then skillfully crushed the pill into powder and sprinkled it evenly on the wound.
After doing all this, he stood up and waited with Li Chixue for the person on the ground to wake up.
Yan Yun was awakened by the pain. His memory was still stuck on stabbing that boy from the Nine Star Pavilion with a sword. He didn't expect to be covered by the opponent's attack. Then his arm went numb and he suddenly fell to the ground.
The injured area on my arm was burning with pain, as if something was tearing at my flesh. The initial pain was excruciating.
"Look, he's awake." A voice as clear as a mountain stream rang out.
When Yan Yun opened his eyes, he saw that Li Chixue, the senior brother of the sect known as the Ghost of Sorrow, was looking at him with a stern face, while a handsome and extraordinary beauty with a smile in her eyes was standing next to him.
"Am I dreaming? How could I possibly see such a strange sight?"
So, Fu Mingxu saw the person who had just woken up mumble something and then close his eyes and get up.
Could it be that the toxins were too potent, and one pill couldn't completely eliminate them?
Although he felt it was impossible, he still squatted down, preparing to sprinkle the medicinal powder again.
Hearing his junior brother's mutterings, Li Chixue felt embarrassed. He kicked Yan Yun's shin and said sternly, "If you're awake, stop pretending to be dead!"
Then Fu Mingxu saw the person lying on the ground twitch their legs and then stand up with a somersault.
"Senior brother, I'm all better!" Yan Yun confirmed she wasn't dreaming, her eyes lighting up when she saw Fu Mingxu. "How could such a thing exist in this world..."
"Shut up!" Li Chixue, guessing what he was going to say, slapped the back of his head. "Don't talk nonsense!"
Fu Mingxu stood up and praised, "You brothers have such a good relationship."
Yan Yun blushed instantly at his praise, her still-childish face clearly showing her excitement: "Of course!"
When she turned her head and caught a glimpse of her senior brother's warning look, she quickly composed herself and kept staring at Fu Mingxu.
Li Chixue, who had been silent until now, stunned Yan Yun, and then spoke to Fu Mingxu: "Medical cultivators are rewarded for saving lives. What do you want?"
Yan Yun finally couldn't contain herself and excitedly said, "How about my senior brother offers himself to me in return!"
Li Chixue scolded, "Yan Yun!"
Fu Mingxu was amused by him and waved his hand, saying, "I wouldn't dare to ask for an exorbitant amount. Besides, if every medical cultivator did that, wouldn't we have become a harem with seventy-two concubines by now?"
This smile was like the clouds dispersing, revealing a clear blue sky after the rain and wind have stopped.
"They still profited." Yan Yun muttered softly, but under Li Chixue's pressure, she didn't dare to say anything out of line. "Thank you for saving me. I will try my best to satisfy whatever you want."
Although the Mirror Spirit can guide him, it is still not very convenient for a person to be in the secret realm alone, for example, he is unaware of everything that happens in the secret realm.
Fu Mingxu felt that Han Tao must have entered the secret realm, but he still couldn't find him, which clearly meant something was wrong.
Therefore, it is best to find a strong teammate to travel with.
Faced with their probing gazes, Fu Mingxu smiled and said, "If you don't mind me being a burden, then give me a ride."
Just as Yan Yun was about to speak, she remembered her own strength and turned her expectant gaze to Li Chixue.
Clearly, Li Chixue was more clear-headed. He looked at Fu Mingxu and said, "Our goal is the palace deep within the secret realm. This journey will undoubtedly be fraught with danger. Your cultivation level is too low; I'm afraid I can't protect you."
The palace? Fu Mingxu sensed the urgency of the mirror spirit and knew that it must be going there.
"It's alright, you can leave me here anytime." Fu Mingxu had his own plans, but he needed to know more. "I was only recently sucked into the secret realm, I wonder what it's like inside?"
Li Chixue glanced at him and, seeing his composed expression, knew that what he said was true.
Thus, Fu Mingxu learned about the earth-shattering changes that had occurred in the secret realm since he entered.
“There have been other low-level cultivators like you who were sucked into the secret realm before. My senior brother guessed that this was related to the fact that the rules of the secret realm were unstable when it first appeared.” Yan Yun spoke clearly and fluently, and quickly gave a general overview. He subconsciously did not mention the experiences of the low-level cultivators they encountered.
Fu Mingxu's doubts deepened, and he immediately asked after the speaker finished, "What about the high-level cultivators? Where did they go after they came in?"