After returning the less-than-ideal immortal sword to the young cultivator, Xiao Yuhan asked, "You just said you wanted me to help rescue someone, where is that person?"
"Please, senior, take a step!" the young cultivator bowed respectfully.
Xiao Yuhan followed him to the rebels' secret stronghold. In a hidden room, they saw a man lying on the bed, barely alive. He was covered in wounds and his breath was very weak.
But seeing someone coming, he still opened his eyes. Xiao Yuhan knew that this man was not weak, after all, the entire secret room was filled with murderous intent the moment he opened his eyes.
As Xiao Yuhan stepped forward, the man saw Xiao Yuhan's face and exclaimed, "Brother Xiao, it's you..."
"Who are you?" Xiao Yuhan was increasingly puzzled as to why people recognized her wherever she went.
"Hmm? Brother Xiao, you don't remember me? My name is Han Xiong."
Xiao Yuhan certainly didn't remember; he didn't remember anyone at the moment. However, Han Xiong was unaware of Xiao Yuhan's situation.
Xiao Yuhan didn't say much. He thought that since this person knew him, he must be an acquaintance from before. There was no point in saying more. He began to check Han Xiong's injuries. Fortunately, he was not poisoned.
However, the injury was extremely terrible. The injuries of cultivators are not like those of ordinary people. If it is a physical injury, it can naturally recover in time. But Han Xiong's spiritual sea, golden core and even nascent soul have been severely damaged. It is estimated that he will be unable to fight again. Perhaps if he uses his spiritual power slightly, it will collapse. In an instant, he will lose all his cultivation and even his life.
Xiao Yuhan frowned.
Han Xiong smiled slightly, "So I know there's no way out. You don't need to worry. I know the extent of the injury all too well. With such a serious injury, your junior sister might be able to help, but we martial artists really can't think of any proper way to deal with it."
Xiao Yuhan was taken aback, thinking to herself, "This person mentioned Junior Sister, so it seems they really know me. But who is Junior Sister?"
However, he didn't think much of it and simply used his spiritual power to stabilize Han Xiong's injuries. But when his spiritual energy entered Han Xiong's body, his expression changed. He immediately told the young cultivator to leave and then stared at Xiao Yuhan, asking, "Have you joined the Heavenly Demon Abyss?"
"What do you mean?" Xiao Yuhan didn't understand.
Han Xiong had once made a deal with Qian Yu, becoming Qian Yu's demon disciple, so he was very sensitive to the aura of demon disciples. When he sensed that Xiao Yuhan's spiritual power had become unusual, he immediately noticed it. In addition, Xiao Yuhan clearly did not recognize him at this moment, so his expression changed immediately, and he continued, "You have become a demon disciple, right? Xiao Yuhan! I have heard about what happened at the Heavenly Sword Sect. Ye Qingyun died at the hands of the Demon Lord of the Heavenly Demon Valley. You actually became a traitor, Xiao Yuhan. You really are a gentleman."
Xiao Yuhan stood there, stunned. "You seem to have a lot of feelings towards me. I don't know you, and I don't know what the original Xiao Yuhan should or shouldn't do, but I am who I am, and I'm not as bad as you make me out to be. Fine, that's it. In short, do you want me to treat you, or do you not need to?"
Han Xiong gave a bitter laugh. "Speaking of which, we are all traitors. Am I not also a member of the Demonic Sect? It's just that I don't need a demonic disciple to save my life. Bai Yu is also a Demon Lord. My sister-in-law died at his hands. Qian Yu is also a Demon Lord. She lied to my brother that he could come back to life. But he did come back to life, but he became a killing tool. Now he can't be found anywhere. I am irreconcilably at odds with Tianmojian. Xiao Yuhan, you should leave. We are not on the same path."
Xiao Yuhan thought for a moment, "I'm not with that demonic dragon, nor am I from the Heavenly Demon Valley. Although it's not really worth explaining these things to you, I'm afraid you might have been my friend before, so I'll try to explain as much as possible. I am still me. Your name is Han Xiong, right? I have a bottle of pills here that should be good for your injuries. Whether you want to take them or not, I'll leave them here. You can decide for yourself!"
After saying this, Xiao Yuhan put down the pills and left the secret room. He felt a little uncomfortable. No matter what, he had come to save people with good intentions, but he was scolded like this. He was somewhat resentful.
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