Li Mu never imagined that he would encounter such a situation of being injured without a fight in this world.

If the person playing the drum hadn't been a martial artist who couldn't fully unleash the drum's power, he probably would have already perished.

He was seriously injured after only two strikes on the drum.

He struggled to his feet, took a few breaths, and dared not linger there any longer.

He knew all too well that, in his current state, any slight disturbance could pose a fatal danger.

He took out several iron nails and threw them at Wu Daozi.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The sound of iron nails piercing flesh rang out, and Wu Daozi's entire face was smashed to pieces.

Li Mu was shocked to release his divine sense to investigate and found that Wu Daozi had already died.

He didn't understand why Wu Daozi would use such a fighting style that would cause him to lose a thousand men while injuring eight hundred men.

What he didn't know was that when Wu Daozi saw that Li Mu was still not defeated after the two drumbeats, he severed his own heart meridian.

After he struck the Haotian Drum a second time, all the true energy in his body had vanished, and he couldn't even stand up.

Only then did he remember what his father had told him: what it meant that the Haotian Drum could only be struck once.

Li Mu walked to Wu Daozi's side and put away the large drum that had injured him, as well as Wu Daozi's storage bag.

Turning to look at the main square, the dozens of martial artists who had been feigning death were still lying on the ground.

He had lost the will to kill.

He didn't know if any high-level martial artists from the Thunderclap Sect were still alive; all the high-level martial artists present had died.

Even if there are still some, they probably wouldn't dare to provoke him again.

After leaving the Heavenly Thunder Sect, Li Mu boarded his flying sword and flew away unsteadily.

Half an hour after Li Mufei left, among the dozens of people who were pretending to be dead, a martial artist who was about thirty years old raised his head.

He was Yan Lin, the personal disciple of the deputy sect leader Lin Sen. He glanced blankly at the corpses scattered on the ground and slowly crawled to Lin Sen's side.

Upon confirming that his master was dead, he burst into tears, overwhelmed with grief.

After a while, the disciples who had been pretending to be dead mustered their courage and got up one by one, with wails all around.

After the grief subsided, all the disciples gathered around Yanlin, asking him what he would do next.

Now, besides the dozen or so martial artists who have entered the mortal world, Yan Lin, who is in the late stage of the Profound Realm, has become the strongest person in the Heavenly Thunder Sect.

Moreover, as Lin Sen's personal disciple, he was qualified enough to be elected as the sect leader.

The first thing he did after becoming the sect leader was to take out a communication iron plate from Lin Sen's storage bag, seal the mountain gate, and order it to remain closed for twenty years.

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Li Mu was unaware that after he left, the Thunder God Sect had a new sect leader and closed its gates.

He now has abundant spiritual energy, but his soul is severely injured and he needs to find a place to heal.

Because his soul was damaged, his consciousness was also affected.

Previously, his divine sense could cover a range of 10,000 meters, but now it can only cover a few hundred meters, and it is not very stable.

Li Muqiang struggled to control the flying sword, moving through the air like a drunkard, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and constantly changing direction.

He didn't know how long he had been flying in the air, nor where he had flown to.

Only when his control reached its limit did he fall from the sky along with the flying sword.

He landed in a vast, boundless forest.

He was greeted by a giant forest python, seven or eight meters long.

Although he was thrown from the sky and was completely disoriented, he still managed to control his flying sword and kill the giant python.

After killing the giant python, he didn't even put away his flying sword and immediately began to meditate and regulate his breathing.

He could heal both external and internal injuries in a short time, but he had no way to heal injuries to the soul.

The best medicine for treating the soul is the Spirit Restoration Pill, followed by the Soul Returning Pill.

Both of these elixirs can heal injuries to the soul, but he does not have the Soul-Guiding Grass to refine them.

Even with the Soul-Guiding Grass, given his current level of spiritual power, he probably wouldn't be able to refine pills.

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Li Mu circulated his cultivation technique, expending considerable effort to slowly draw the chaotic spiritual energy within his body back into his dantian.

After calming himself down, he began to think of ways to recover from his injuries as quickly as possible.

For now, we can only repair our divine sense first. Only after our divine sense is strengthened can we refine other elixirs.

There is a pill for repairing the spirit, called the Spirit Nourishing Pill. Since we cannot refine pills now, we can only settle for brewing medicinal soups and pills.

Fortunately, I bought a lot of medicinal herbs in Nanpei last time, which is enough to barely gather the herbs needed to brew the Nourishing Spirit Soup.

Li Mu controlled his flying sword to cut down all the trees within a radius of several dozen meters, clearing a flat area.

He took a silver-white house-shaped magical artifact out of his ring and tossed it casually. The artifact instantly transformed into a house of about a hundred square meters.

The house was left empty after it was built, without any furnishings.

After entering the house, he took out the stove and medicine pot, preparing to brew the medicine.

Having grown accustomed to alchemy, he shook his head as he looked at the pile of odds and ends used for brewing medicine, never expecting to need to use these primitive tools again.

Li Mu added two drops of stalagmite water to the first pot of medicinal soup, and after it was cooked, he drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking the Nourishing Spirit Soup, Li Mu was overjoyed. His spiritual sense had recovered by more than half and could now cover a distance of seven thousand meters.

Not only that, the injuries to his soul have also recovered a little bit, but to fully recover, he still needs to refine a Soul Nourishing Pill.

Normally, the Nourishing Spirit Decoction shouldn't have such a strong effect. This is because the stone bamboo shoot water enhances the medicinal efficacy of the decoction.

He was now very grateful to Shi Jian; without his generosity, he might not have been able to obtain the Thousand-Year-Old Stone Bamboo Shoot Water.

With his consciousness largely restored, Li Mu began refining the Spirit Nourishing Pills, producing fifteen pills in two batches.

After taking a Spirit Nourishing Pill, his spiritual sense recovered somewhat, reaching about eight thousand meters.

This is because I just drank the Nourishing Spirit Soup. Even if I take the pills, the improvement is not significant. I will have to take my time to fully recover.

While the damage to the spiritual consciousness can be healed with the Nourishing Spirit Pill, the damage to the soul requires either the Restoring Spirit Pill or the Rejuvenating Soul Pill to be fully recovered.

Afterwards, he refined several batches of Blood Clotting Pills and Injury Recovery Pills, which are medicines for external injuries.

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Just as Li Mu put away the pills and cooking utensils, he sensed movement outside the house.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he saw two fully armed soldiers in camouflage running toward the house.

The two men quickly reached the vicinity of the house. After a moment of confusion upon seeing the house, they put on headsets, picked up their rifles, and went straight into the house.

The two men saw Li Mu as soon as they entered the house. After a gasp, they pointed their guns at Li Mu and asked:

"Don't move. Who are you? What are you doing in Dead Man Mountain? State your nationality and name."

He then repeated it in English.

'Dead Man Mountain?' Li Mu had no idea where he was, let alone heard of Dead Man Mountain.

He looked at the two soldiers, who seemed tense, pointing their guns at him.

He ran into his house and even asked him who he was. Li Mu really wanted to say something back to him.

If he hadn't seen the national emblem hidden in their backpacks, he would have been killed by two wind blades long ago.

Although he had never met any Chinese soldiers, he respected those who protected their country.

Moreover, there were ten soldiers dressed similarly on guard on both sides of the house.

Further away, thirty or forty people dressed in different ways were also creeping towards them.

Li Muxin said, "I was just here to heal my injuries, how did it cause such a big problem?"

"I am Li Mu, from Jiangcheng."

"We are Chinese soldiers, ordered to apprehend drug traffickers. Please show your ID cards so I can verify your identity."

The young soldier on Li Mu's right gave him a stern order.

In this desolate wilderness, the sudden appearance of houses and people made him suspect that Li Mu was a drug dealer.