Chen Xiao couldn't remember how he avoided the huge waves and how he got to the shore.
His mind was in a mess and his consciousness was fuzzy. Everything in front of him was like a broken film, jumping from one scene to another.
She hugged Xi Yunting tightly, trembling, and tried to check his breath again and again in panic, but found that she could not find his breathing or heartbeat no matter what, and her collapsed consciousness was blank.
It was not until Jinghui was supported by Deyuan and found them that Zhao Fang and Chang Shou, at Jinghui's order, forcefully pulled him away.
"Wake up!" The pain on his cheek finally woke Chen Xiao up.
Chen Xiao was stunned, his pupils reflecting Jing Hui, who was panting due to the violence. Deyuan beside him looked at him worriedly.
"Brother!" He recalled the previous scene and shouted out.
Pushing Jing Hui aside and brushing past him, Chen Xiao ran towards Xi Yunting, who was lying not far away and surrounded by disciples of the Zhongxuan School.
"Chen Xiao!" Jinghui shouted helplessly and angrily, and staggered two steps after him. Deyuan quickly supported him and pulled him over there.
"Brother..." Chen Xiao saw Xi Yunting's face through the gap made by the disciples. It was a lifeless white, as cold as stone. "Brother..." Chen Xiao choked up, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Jing Hui squeezed into the crowd, panting weakly. Seeing Xi Yunting's miserable condition, she shook her head sadly.
There was a hole in his abdomen, and it was obvious that his Dantian had been destroyed. A more serious penetrating wound would not kill a cultivator, but this wound was in his Dantian, so everything was over and there was no hope of recovery.
Chen Xiao stared at Xi Yunting without blinking. Until now, he still couldn't believe that everything in front of him was real. He just felt it was ridiculous.
Jing Hui sighed softly. He was sad to lose his friend Xi Yunting, but he knew Chen Xiao was even sadder.
He pulled himself together and tried to comfort Chen Xiao, when he felt the body next to him shudder. Chen Xiao threw himself on Xi Yunting and shouted in surprise, "He's still alive! He's still alive! I saw his chest move!"
Jinghui couldn't bear it. Many people would have this kind of hallucination when they were unwilling to believe the death of an important person.
"Go, help your uncle Chen to the side." He ordered Deyuan.
Maybe staying away from him and not letting him see Xi Yunting's body would make Chen Xiao feel better.
"Yes." Deyuan responded in a low voice and went over to support Chen Xiao.
Chen Xiao held his hand tightly and said anxiously: "I'm not crazy, I did see big brother's chest rise and fall, really! Look at him, Deyuan! Your disciples of Jin Zen Sect know healing spells, look at him!"
Seeing his pleading look, Deyuan couldn't bear to refuse, so he stretched out his palm and sent a stream of true energy into Xi Yunting's body.
He originally just wanted to comfort Chen Xiao, but he exclaimed "Huh" in surprise.
Suddenly looking up, Deyuan said to Jinghui in doubt: "Uncle Master! There is a cold and cold true energy flowing in Uncle Master Xi's body. It seems to be left in his body by the evil cultivator!"
"What?" Jing Hui asked anxiously, "Look again carefully!"
De Yuan stopped talking and began to sense it carefully. After a moment, he looked at Xi Yunting, who looked like a dead man, in surprise and said, "This is really it! I don't know if it's a miracle or a coincidence, but Master Xi's Qi is completely gone, but this true energy just happened to replace the function of blood, and it keeps flowing, preserving a little vitality, so that the body doesn't die immediately."
When a cultivator is seriously injured, he relies on the true energy in his dantian to maintain his life, and he will rely on the true energy to repair the injuries to his body later on.
Xi Yunting's Dantian was destroyed, so no matter how many elixirs he took, they would be ineffective, and eventually all the spiritual energy would be lost from the broken Dantian.
The true essence of this evil cultivator, which under normal circumstances could only be regarded as an alien energy that could cause harm to the body, played an unexpected role when Xi Yunting lost his breath, maintaining a little bit of his vitality.
Deyuan used several healing spells, but they had no effect.
He said with a worried look on his face, "What should I do? If I want to cure Master Xi, I must dispel this evil true energy. But once this true energy dissipates, Master Xi will be completely hopeless."
While the evil cultivator's true energy was still there, Xi Yunting could still rescue him, but this true energy conflicted with the healing spell and the Taoist cultivator's true energy.
After all, it was the true essence of an evil cultivator, and it was very aggressive and destructive. At this moment, it was equivalent to completely occupying Xi Yunting's body. Spells and true essence from different sources would only arouse its ferocity, and drive it away and devour it.
Hoping to regain Chen Xiao's sanity, he began to think.
Xi Yunting is now in a state of suspended animation thanks to the evil cultivator's true essence. Although he has no breathing and heartbeat, the energy contained in the evil cultivator's true essence stimulates his body cells and they still have a certain degree of activity.
If this true energy is dissipated, Xi Yunting's cell activity will be completely reduced to the lowest level, and it will be useless to use magic and true energy to save him.
Chen Xiao unconsciously glanced at Deyuan and Jinghui, who were discussing something with serious expressions. Excluding elixirs and healing spells, how could he save his elder brother?
He patted his head, thinking that the means of cultivating immortals were useless, so he thought about the modern medicine in his previous life!
He laid Xi Yunting's body flat, lifted his chin, opened his lips, and blew air mouth to mouth.
Zhen Yuan is not omnipotent, the most important thing is to restore breathing!
The others didn't understand what he was doing, Jing Hui frowned but didn't stop him from trying.
Chen Xiao placed his palm gently above Xi Yunting's heart. His sternum was severely injured and he could not apply pressure.
Then he used his vital energy to gently massage Xi Yunting's stopped heart, allowing it to start pumping blood again.
The Yuan Qi lived up to expectations and smoothly fell into Xi Yunting's chest, gently squeezing his heart.
Chen Xiao had a flash of inspiration and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Yes, vitality!
Yuan Qi and Zhen Yuan are fundamentally different. Although they both belong to the same energy attribute, their sources and production are different from Zhen Yuan. The fact that it was not rejected by the evil Zhen Yuan in Xi Yunting's body is the best proof!
Chen Xiao was shaking with excitement. He lowered his head and focused on blowing air to Xi Yunting, massaging his heart with his vital energy.
Others just thought that Chen Xiao couldn't accept the reality, lost his mind, and was doing something incomprehensible.
Only Jinghui and Deyuan watched carefully, and when they noticed that Xi Yunting's chest rose and fell with Chen Xiao's blowing, he slowly felt that Chen Xiao might not be fooling around.
He said to Deyuan, "Go over there and cooperate with your Uncle Chen to see what can be done."
Deyuan also knelt beside Xi Yunting, and when Chen Xiao looked up, he hurriedly asked, "Uncle Chen, what can I do for you?"
Chen Xiao also said quickly: "Use the medicine to stop the bleeding of the wound on the stomach. Be careful, stop the bleeding of all the wounds in the stomach, no matter how big or small, one by one!"
Deyuan hesitated for a moment, "But I don't have any medicine."
Chen Xiao didn't even raise his head, and threw the storage box off his wrist: "I have it, you can find it yourself!"
Seeing that they were busy, Jinghui could not stand anymore and sat on the ground with the help of another disciple of Jin Chanzong.
It sounds slow to describe, but in fact, from the time Chen Xiao and the others got ashore, to Jing Hui coming over, and then to the start of the rescue, it took less than a quarter of an hour.
Jing Hui raised her hand and called out, "Who is that? Chang Shou! Yes, it's you. Hurry up and call a few people together to call your Tai Sheng Dean!"
Although the appearance of the island in the middle of the lake caused a huge commotion, the Taoist practitioners stationed at the other end did not hear it because of a mountain and a long defense line of the evil cultivators.
The lakeside shoreline is very long. Just because they have not been discovered by the evil cultivators under Fu Wumo does not mean they will always be safe. It would be better for them to get reinforcements as soon as possible.
Changshou's spiritual root is a top-level single spiritual root. He practices the best skills given by his master, and the magic tools he uses are also first-class.
He just wanted to get help quickly; the evil cultivators couldn't stop him at all.
Chen Xiao worked tirelessly, constantly blowing air and pressing his heart with his vital energy.
Beads of sweat ran down his temples and forehead because of nervousness, and the sweat dripped into his eyes, but he endured the stinging pain and didn't even bother to wipe it off.
The others didn't know how to wipe his sweat off. They just held their breath and watched intently this rescue operation which was completely different from the traditional practice in the world of immortal cultivation.
After twenty minutes of non-stop efforts, Xi Yunting finally coughed lightly, with a trace of blood flowing from his lips.
"Brother!" Chen Xiao cried and laughed, and stroked his face with trembling hands. Xi Yunting slowly raised his chest, exhaled, and slowly opened his eyes.
After looking for a long time, he finally saw the person in front of him clearly. He moved his fingers, trying to wipe away the tears on Xiaodi's face, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his arms.
He blinked, and felt waves of pain in his abdomen and internal organs, and he couldn't help but frown.
Chen Xiao kissed his eyebrows lovingly, "Don't move, you are seriously injured and need to rest well."
Xi Yunting really wanted to respond to him and say something to comfort him, but his lips moved and only sporadic broken syllables came out.
"Stop talking and save your energy." Chen Xiao held his hand, lifted it up, and pressed it against his cheek.
I felt a wet feeling on the back of my hand, which were Xiaodi's tears.
Xi Yunting felt dizzy and very tired. He struggled to raise his eyelids and saw a blurry figure flying in the sky.
He felt a little uneasy, not knowing whether it was an evil cultivator or someone else... Before he could think any more, Xi Yunting fell into a coma.
"...No, his injuries are still very serious, especially the shattered internal organs. If we dispel that evil cultivator's true energy now, it may only aggravate his internal injuries." A voice came from his ear, waking up Xi Yunting who had been sleeping for who knows how long.
When he opened his eyes again, several days had passed. They had evacuated from the lake and were on their way back to Huanggu Town.
I learned from Xiaodi that the Taoist practitioners suffered heavy losses during this trip to the Immortal Palace, and almost two-thirds of them did not return.
After reuniting with the disciples in the rear led by Tai Sheng, they learned that the Taoist practitioners who had left the Immortal Palace earlier had not reappeared, and even a sect as large as Changyang Palace was not spared.
They were only missing. The number of Taoist practitioners who were lost, captured, and killed during the last battle was impossible to count clearly.
Many elite disciples from large sects and chief disciples who were trained as key disciples died in the battle, including Qu Zhao, who had a grudge against Chen Xiao and his friends.
The losses of the Chongxuan School and the Jinchan Sect were relatively light, with more than a dozen Jindan-stage disciples killed or injured.
As soon as he returned to the rear, Chen Xiao reported the harvest from the smelting furnace to Tai Sheng as their profit this time.
Seeing that Xi Yunting was injured so seriously, Tai Sheng thought that this time he suffered heavy losses and gained nothing, but he did not expect such a big surprise.
For this smelting furnace, it was worth it no matter how much it was damaged. After returning from this trip, Tai Sheng, the leader of the team, could report to the emperor.
However, what Tai Sheng felt most sorry for was Xi Yunting. Although he saved his life, his cultivation was ruined.
What’s even more regrettable is that when he had reached the stage of promotion to the Spirit Severing Realm, the thunder tribulation appeared, and that Evil Lord intervened and strangled Xi Yunting’s life.
Tai Sheng felt very upset. There were so many high-level cultivators in the out-of-body stage who were stuck in their promotion, but Xi Yunting never had the chance to try again.
Out of pity for Xi Yunting, Tai Sheng agreed to Chen Xiao's request immediately and used his merits in exchange for the Chongxuan Sect's full-strength treatment of Xi Yunting.
In fact, even if he didn't say it, Taixuan and Taisu would do their best for Xi Yunting after returning.
A hole in the Dantian is not a terminal illness for the Chongxuan School. With more effort, there is always a way to restore the Dantian to its original state.
The destruction of Xi Yunting's natal sword was the fundamental reason why his cultivation was wasted.
Without a sword, one cannot be called a sword cultivator. Xi Yunting losing Xue Feng is like Chen Xiao losing the compass in his sea of consciousness. There is no possibility for him to succeed.
Putting himself in the other's shoes, Chen Xiao fully understood the seriousness of the situation.
Therefore, he has been taking careful care of Xi Yunting and avoiding any words that could be associated with cultivation in front of him.
He even refused to allow disciples from the Chongxuan School to visit him.
Xi Yunting was seriously injured and had to lie down all the way.
Now that he no longer has true essence to provide energy to his body, Xi Yunting must rely on eating to replenish his nutrition.
Chen Xiao prepares nutritious meals for him in different ways every day. It is amazing that he can find so many different kinds of food while on the road.
"Brother, can you eat some more?" Chen Xiao leaned forward, holding the bowl, and looked at Xi Yunting with concern.
Xi Yunting could only eat some liquid food and could not move, which made him unable to eat. Seeing Xiaodi's anxious eyes turned red, he forced himself to drink another bowl.
Shaking his head, Xi Yunting firmly refused the third bowl.
Seeing that he didn't want to eat anymore, Chen Xiao picked up the bowl and ate his dinner.
These days, Chen Xiao eats whatever Xi Yunting eats, and at most he eats more dry food.
He had been a patient for many years and didn't like being treated specially. If there were two different sets of food on the table, it would be better for them not to eat together.
After dinner, Xi Yunting fell asleep and Chen Xiao walked out of the carriage where they were.
Tonight they are camped by a river valley. Chen Xiao hasn't taken a shower for several days, so he plans to find a quiet place to wash up under the cover of night.
As soon as he reached the river, he saw Tong Nuonuo squatting alone by the river.
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