Inside the tent

Jiang Sheng untied the layers of gauze and looked at the hideous scar, which was slightly red with no signs of swelling.

I breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, as long as the spiritual spring water was diluted, the wound could be prevented from festering, the healing speed would be accelerated, and it would not arouse suspicion from others.

"Major General, the wound is healing and will be fine in a while. Please be careful not to use force in the near future."

Jiang Ling hummed and said casually: "Xiao Tong's medical skills are really good. Since you came to help me heal, the wound is not so painful anymore."

Jiang Sheng felt uneasy, and his voice softened unconsciously: "Young General has deep internal strength and a good physical foundation. As long as he takes good care of himself, he will recover quickly."

As the two were talking, Cheng Xia rushed in with a serious expression: "Something happened to the eldest son. The second son took a dozen people to Luhe Mountain for investigation and was assassinated. It's very dangerous now."

"What?"

Jiang Ling sat up straight, his eyes sharp: "Tell me, how many assassins are there, and what's the situation with the second brother now?"

Cheng Xia hurriedly said, "There are thirty or forty assassins, all of them are top-notch fighters. The Second Young Master sent Dashan back to report the situation. The situation is critical. Please, Eldest Young Master, mobilize the troops."

"I'll go pick up the Second Young Master. We can't delay any longer."

"No, I'll go there myself."

Seeing this, Jiang Sheng reached out and held the man down, saying, "No, the young general's wound has just healed, so he can't use force at all. If the wound breaks again, even the arrival of a Daluo Immortal will be useless."

"How about this, I'll go with Guard Cheng. He'll support the Second General, and I'll be responsible for treating his wounds."

After saying that, he glanced at Cheng Xia and winked.

Cheng Xia was also smart. He nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Yes, Doctor Mo is right. Young Master, you have just recovered from your injuries. Even if you go, you can't use force."

"How about I lead the troops to support them, and with Doctor Mo's miraculous healing skills, it will be much safer this way."

Jiang Ling also knew the current situation, and this arrangement was the most appropriate. He no longer hesitated and nodded: "Okay, then you go and mobilize a thousand Xuanjia soldiers."

"Yes, young master."

The two men left the tent one in front and the other behind, and after counting the troops, they rode away at full speed, with thousands of soldiers following behind.

In less than a cup of tea, both of them heard the sound of fighting. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. There were corpses lying on the ground, and a tall figure in the middle was being surrounded.

An assassin jumped high and chopped towards the middleman's head with the long knife in his hand. Seeing this scene, Jiang Sheng's pupils suddenly shrank.

Before his brain could react, his hand was already on the crossbow, pulling the trigger and shooting out. When the assassin's knife was about to fall on Jiang Ziang's head, his neck was pierced by a poisonous needle.

His hand gave out, the knife fell to the ground, and the assassin's body hit the ground with a thud.

Jiang Sheng didn't care about anything else. He shot arrows from his sleeves and crossbows in turn. More than ten assassins who were not on guard from behind fell down in an instant. The assassins who realized something was wrong attacked more fiercely.

There was a sound of a knife entering flesh.

Jiang Ziang looked down at the sword that pierced his abdomen. He opened his mouth to say something, but a mouthful of blood spurted out.

When Jiang Sheng saw this scene, the tension in his brain broke. He stared at the assassin with red eyes. At this moment, murderous intent spread and unknown energy dissipated.

Shouted: "No!"

No one noticed that the space suddenly twisted and the bodies of the remaining twenty assassins were instantly cut into pieces and scattered on the ground.

When Cheng Xia saw this scene, his scalp went numb.

Jiang Sheng quickly jumped off his horse, reached out to catch the fallen person, opened the medicine box with one hand, and took out a bottle containing undiluted spiritual spring water.

He pinched his mouth open and forced the spiritual spring water into his mouth. When he saw that he wanted to say something, he roared with red eyes: "Shut up and drink it, or I will poison you to death!"

“…?”

Jiang Ziang felt dizzy. After gulping down the drink, he felt a cool sensation all over his body, followed by heat, and his wound felt numb and itchy.

Jiang Sheng reached out to feel his pulse and found that it was slowly becoming stronger. He let out a long breath and thought that his second brother would not die.

Fortunately, fortunately there is the spiritual spring water.

My tense body relaxed, and my head felt a sharp pain, as if it were pricked by needles. I gritted my teeth and endured it.

"Second General, are you okay?"

Jiang Ziang sat up and felt that it didn't seem to hurt much. He tore open his clothes and looked at the blood on his abdomen. He reached out and touched the wound, feeling a little confused.

He murmured, "Doctor Mo, I was stabbed just now, why is there only blood but no wound?"

"...You're mistaken. That's someone else's blood, definitely not yours. Second General, you have to believe me. I didn't see you being pierced at all."

Cheng Xia dismounted, panting, "Doctor Mo, you're riding too fast. How's the Second Young Master? Is he injured somewhere vital?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "No, it's just a few minor injuries. His life is saved. Go check the assassin's body and see if there are any clues."

"Oh, yes, I'll go check it out..."

Seeing the scattered body parts, I couldn't help but retching.

“Ugh~~~~”

Jiang Ziang didn't know what had just happened. Seeing Cheng Xia retching, he asked curiously, "What's wrong? Guard Cheng is actually retching at a corpse. I didn't chop the assassin."

Jiang Sheng's eyes flashed, and he urged, "Second General, this place is very strange. We should leave as soon as possible. Can you still ride a horse?"

"Yes, I feel very well now."

"That's good."

The two men stood up and glanced around. When they saw the body parts, one of them was surprised, while the other was shocked and guilty. They quickly turned away and stopped looking.

Jiang Sheng thought about the feeling just now. The assassin was cut into pieces. Could it be him who did it? No, no, how could he have such ability?

Just when he was frowning, Jiang Ziang's voice came.

"Doctor Mo, you have a nosebleed. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

He raised his hand to wipe it, and the back of his hand was covered in blood. His vision went black, and he fell backwards, fainting.

Jiang Ziang was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly reached out to catch the person, anxiously saying, "Doctor Mo, wake up! What's going on? Why are you still unconscious?"

Not long after, the group returned to the tent. Jiang Sheng was placed on the couch. Cheng Xia reported the situation in a low voice with a strange expression on his face.

"Sir, this is exactly what happened. I'm not lying. It's just... too unbelievable. Those people turned to stone in an instant."

"It's truly horrific. I've never seen anything like this before. Fortunately, the Second General is fine. It's just Doctor Mo who fainted from a nosebleed."

Jiang Ling looked at the person on the couch, her brows twitching, and she subconsciously thought that those body parts might have been made by San'er.

But how did he do that? Is it harmful to his body? Why did he have a nosebleed?

Could it be some evil martial arts?