Chapter 261 Gold and Wood, Life and Death
A high-level meeting was held at Mingfeng Mountain, but very few cultivators in the Immortal City knew about it.
The next day, Sheng Liyue strode into the courtyard with a brisk pace and announced loudly:
"Breaking news: various sects have dispatched a group of high-level cultivators to reinforce Mingfeng Mountain, and they will arrive tomorrow."
"OK!"
"It must be the senior brothers who entered the Azure Mist Secret Realm returning!"
"Haha, the city wall defenses will definitely be secured."
The monks cheered, their faces beaming with hopeful smiles.
Compared to others, Ji An was quite taken aback when he heard the news, thinking to himself:
Is it still necessary to employ a piecemeal approach?
The Mingfeng Mountain area has already consumed a massive number of demonic beasts. At this point, the most important thing to do is to evacuate, right?
Then, disperse the monsters using spatial means, and each sect should defend its formation to the death.
The number of independent cultivators is decreasing, and if this continues, it will be a drain on the lives of the sect's cultivators.
Mingfeng Mountain is only a second-tier high-grade spiritual vein, and the defensive strength of its mountain-protecting array is far inferior to that of the sect's third-tier array, giving it more confidence in defending itself within the sect.
Moments later, the sun rose and the battle resumed. Not long after, the first wounded soldier was brought down.
A cultivator greeted them:
"Senior Brother Ji, this wounded soldier is seriously injured. Do you think you can save him?"
"Here I am!"
Ji An no longer treats ordinary wounded soldiers, but only those who are seriously wounded.
In the absence of elixirs, his magical healing effects are at their best.
If he can't handle the wounded, then other cultivators have even less of a chance.
Later on, he was the one who treated all the seriously wounded.
Thanks to the magical power refined from the Everlasting Spring Technique, the Rejuvenation Technique at the Great Perfection level, and likely the power of the Dao Seed, he healed a large number of seriously injured people.
Of course, there are many times when there is nothing that can be done, and one can only watch helplessly as the light of life of a fellow disciple dims and goes out.
The wounded soldier had a large frame and a strong physique, and his injuries were shocking.
Half of his face was torn open, revealing a grayish-white brain with two clear wounds on it. The other half of his face was covered in blood, making his features unrecognizable.
The injured person's brain has been genuinely damaged, and even if the injury can heal, the original effects will remain.
While miraculous elixirs and advanced spells can regenerate severed limbs, they are not as effective against brain injuries.
The wounded man not only suffered brain damage, but also had three deep claw marks on his chest, with cracked bones exposing his beating heart.
It's going to get cold!
Ji An sighed inwardly and shook his head secretly.
These days I've witnessed countless deaths and comebacks; every day, too many of my fellow disciples die before my very eyes.
He is now heartless, or perhaps somewhat indifferent.
His hand seals shifted, and his right palm quickly turned emerald green. The Rejuvenation Technique was activated, and emerald light flashed, covering his exposed brain and "growing" a patch of green grass.
The brain's gray matter healed rapidly, and the injured man's rapid breathing quickly stabilized.
'What a miracle!'
Ji An was overjoyed and quickly placed the wounded man's exposed skull on it. Just as he was about to cast a spell, he felt the man's spiritual power rapidly dissipate.
Ji An was stunned for a moment, then let out a long breath:
"Take it away."
He had encountered this situation before. When the cultivator was brought in, he was already on his deathbed, and the Rejuvenation Technique stimulated his last remaining life potential, which only hastened his death.
It's all about timing and fate.
Seriously wounded patients were being brought in from time to time, keeping Ji An busy.
For some reason, there are a lot more seriously injured people today.
When his magical power was exhausted, he found that the courtyard was still full of wounded people.
"Liyue, I'm going to restore my magic power."
Ji An gave a greeting and left in a hurry.
He returned to his temporary resting place, took out two pills issued by the sect to restore his mana, swallowed them, and began to circulate his cultivation technique.
After refining the spiritual energy in the elixir, he hurriedly returned to the courtyard.
Then he noticed a familiar monk lying there.
Chu He's neck and chest were ripped open, revealing clear claw marks as thick as four fingers, and there were also two deep wounds on his heart.
Blood sizzled out, leaving a pool of fresh blood on the soil beside him.
He felt the pain in his body lessen, and his body became lighter, as if he were floating, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.
Ji An rushed to Chu He's side, his hand seals transforming into afterimages as he unleashed the Rejuvenation Technique, the nascent and growing magical intent spreading outwards.
Emerald light flashed, the spell began to take effect, producing the extraordinary phenomenon of green trees growing.
As the green tree grew, Chu He's wounds rapidly contracted, flesh grew, and the wounds healed.
He grasped the other person's wrist and said firmly:
"Hang in there."
Chu He's unfocused gaze gradually sharpened, and after a moment of confusion, he clearly saw Ji An's face.
His lips parted slightly, and he uttered a muffled sentence:
"Senior brother, it's so cold."
Two breaths later, his eyes became unfocused again, completely devoid of any spirit.
The effects of the rejuvenation spell came to an abrupt end, and his throat and heart injuries had only healed slightly.
Ji An had seen many deaths and injuries in recent days, but this was the first time that someone he knew had died in front of him. The impact of this was on a completely different level than the death of a stranger.
It felt as if a piece of cold mud was stuck in my mouth, the coldness spreading upwards to the top of my head, and the chill seeping into my consciousness.
The coldness spread downwards throughout my body, as if a large, icy hand were clenching my heart tightly.
Chu He was the first person he met after he transmigrated. He could still remember that sunny afternoon when Chu He rolled up his sleeves and waved his fist in front of him.
At that time, the Taoist robes were worn by the other party as tight-fitting clothes, which had a strange sense of humor.
This was the first time a familiar cultivator had fallen on the path of cultivation. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he could only let out a helpless sigh.
The other cultivators beside him, upon seeing his appearance, immediately guessed that the deceased was someone he knew, and they all sighed in sorrow.
As the sun set, Ji An arrived at the entrance of the cave dwelling of a cultivator in the Chaoyuan stage and addressed the disciple on duty:
"Please inform my Uncle-Master Lin Qiubai that Ji An from Crimson Flame Peak has come to discuss important matters."
The disciple immediately cupped his hands in greeting, "Uncle-Master, please wait a moment, I will inform them for you right away."
The disciple jogged into the cave and came out quickly.
"Grandmaster Uncle invites you in."
Ji An entered the cave and bowed, saying:
"Disciple Ji An greets Martial Uncle."
Lin Qiubai sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes still closed, and said calmly:
"What is it for?"
He recognized the name "Ji An" because his junior brother Jia Yu had spoken to him, so he arranged for him to stay in the back.
He felt a slight disdain for it.
It's a waste that a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator is hiding in the back doing some healing tasks.
At this level, cultivators possess sufficient magical power, allowing them to wield any magical artifact with great effectiveness in battle.
Now that monsters are everywhere, there's no need for combat experience; all you need to do is unleash your magic power.
Even if things don't go well, killing a few hundred low-level monsters every day should be easy, right? That would greatly relieve the pressure on the city walls.
Although the opponent is a high-level spiritual farmer with great potential, the danger level of the battle on the city wall is not high for a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Because the Chaoyuan stage demon beasts are dealt with by Chaoyuan stage cultivators, the other disciples only deal with Foundation Establishment stage demon beasts.
Lin Qiubai remembered that after he broke through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, killing monsters at the peak of Foundation Establishment was as easy as slaughtering dogs.
"I have been at Mingfeng Mountain for two months and have been carrying out healing missions."
Witnessing his fellow disciples die tragically before his eyes every day, his fear grew with each passing day.
"I humbly request my master's permission tomorrow to ascend the city walls and defend the immortal city, to fight the demonic beasts, and to avenge my fallen comrades."
"oh?"
Lin Qiubai opened his eyes, a hint of surprise showing in his sharp gaze.
He met Ji An's gaze and said, word by word:
"Fighting always comes with the risk of death. Are you afraid?"
His tone carried a murderous edge, emanating a chilling aura.
A sense of desolation permeated the room, as if countless fallen leaves were rustling down.
Sensing the manifestation of the Golden Element's Dharma intent, Ji An remained calm and composed, saying without changing his expression:
"It would be a lie to say that one is not afraid of matters of life and death."
But as a late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple, I see many junior disciples in the early and middle stages of Foundation Establishment injured or even killed every day. I always feel I should do something, instead of letting them shelter me from the wind and rain.
He had a deep understanding of the meaning of the Metal element, after all, when he used the Daoist rhyme to enhance the Geng Metal Dao Seed, he was 'sliced a thousand times' by the torrent of Geng Metal Qi, and those Qi contained a trace of killing intent that could sever spirits and destroy souls.
Having witnessed ruthless power, he remained calm and composed in the face of the opponent's imposing aura.
"That's right, it's good to have this awareness. As a senior brother, you should act like one."
"And I ask you, have you prepared for battle?"
Seeing his disciple's performance, Lin Qiubai smiled slightly and softened his tone.
Although he only revealed a fraction of the Autumn Sword Intent, the opponent was able to handle it with ease, which was unexpected.
The other party is a spirit farmer who cultivates wood-element techniques, so in theory, he should be severely suppressed.
He continued to maintain his sword intent, wanting to see how long his disciple could hold out.
"This disciple possesses two spiritual artifacts, the Flame Light Banner and the Apricot Yellow Banner, one for offense and one for defense, sufficient to deal with Foundation Establishment stage demonic beasts."
As he spoke, Ji An activated the magical power within his body, unleashing a vibrant aura to resist the relentless onslaught of magical intent.
Inside the room, spring had returned, and the desolate atmosphere of the endless fallen leaves immediately faded considerably.
A vibrant life force and a desolate deathly aura coexist, with the two opposing forces waxing and waning.
"good!"
Lin Qiubai's eyes suddenly lit up; his disciple's understanding of the cultivation technique had reached a rather profound level.
He began to consider testing the waters and gradually increased the output of his sword intent.
Ji An responded calmly, with a peaceful smile on his face.
Gradually, yellow leaves appeared, fluttering and falling.
A north wind seemed to rise, and the chilling cold that tore at one's soul was like silk threads, relentlessly assailing.
Lin Qiubai unleashed the power of sword intent!
Ji An immediately felt the pressure and suffered repeated defeats in the contest between France and Italy.
The wood element's energy was weakened layer by layer, becoming increasingly dim.
Seeing that his disciple was gradually losing strength, Lin Qiubai prepared to withdraw his sword intent.
Suddenly, green grass sprouted from the ground, and green trees budded, with a vibrant energy surging out like a surging river.
A sense of desolation lingered, and the green grass and trees seemed to be subjected to the punishment of axes, quickly turning yellow and withering.
However, the green is like wild grass that cannot be burned out and will grow again when the spring breeze blows.
Amidst the changes of life, death, decay, prosperity, and decline, the spirit of budding and growth never ceases.
(End of this chapter)
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