After hearing what I said, my second brother quickly took out the frying pan and handed it to me.
Afterwards, the lightly injured people, led by the second brother, quickly headed towards the cave.
After entering the cave, everyone started the rescue in an orderly manner, carrying the people trapped inside out one by one and placing them on the open space outside the cave.
Some of the people who were rescued were unconscious, some were groaning weakly, and their faces were filled with fatigue and fear after surviving the disaster.
At this time, Sister Yanran and I looked at each other and started to prepare to refine the elixir tacitly.
We took out the ingredients for the reduction pill that we had prepared long ago and carefully placed them in the pan.
As soon as the ingredients were put into the pot, a strange aroma emitted and instantly filled the air.
After the rescued people smelled the fragrance of the herb, they gathered around curiously.
When they saw the medicine in the pot, their eyes widened and their faces were filled with horror.
One of the old men pointed at the medicine in the pot with a trembling finger and said in a hoarse voice, "This is the ten thousand year old spiritual wood, and the ten thousand year old golden cicada."
Oh my God, how could such precious medicinal materials be wasted in this pot to cook the medicine.
After hearing what the old man said, everyone agreed and looked at us with grief in their eyes, as if we had committed some unforgivable crime.
As the flavor of the herbs in the pot grew stronger, the strange aroma grew stronger, as if an invisible force was flowing through the air.
Those heartbroken people were so stimulated by the fragrance that they couldn't help but close their eyes, but the expressions on their faces gradually became relaxed.
A monk standing nearby accidentally touched another person next to him and said softly, "After I smelled the fragrance of this medicine, I feel that all the pain in my body is gone."
The monk had been closing his eyes and enjoying the aroma of the medicine, but he became a little impatient with the sudden interruption.
He opened his eyes slightly and said dissatisfiedly: "I feel that my injuries are now healed. No, I need to smell more quickly."
As he spoke, he took another deep breath, an intoxicated expression on his face.
Just then, my second brother, carrying someone on his back, squeezed through the crowd with difficulty and walked towards me.
His steps were heavy and slow, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were extremely red, as if he had just experienced great pain.
When I heard my second brother's shout, I quickly looked back and saw that his figure looked so thin and helpless in the crowd.
I hurried forward, held my second brother's hand, and together with him, we slowly put the person down from his back.
I saw a woman lying on the ground, her head covered in blood, her hair scattered messily on her face and shoulders, and her clothes were tattered.
She was so thin that only skin and bones were left, and she lay weakly on the ground, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
My heart ached, and I couldn't help but guess that this woman might be the original owner's mother.
At this time, the second brother cried out, his voice trembling and hoarse: "Little sister, this is mother."
After saying that, tears couldn't help but burst out and slid down her cheeks.
I looked at my second brother and my mother lying on the ground, feeling mixed emotions and my eyes gradually became moist.
After a moment, the second brother suppressed his inner grief, raised his slightly trembling hands, and wiped away the tears that kept flowing from the corners of his eyes. His red and swollen eyes were full of determination and persistence.
He took a deep breath, his voice slightly choked but very determined, and said, "Little sister, leave mother here for now. You take care of her first. I'll go find father later."
After saying that, he clenched his fists tightly, then turned around and strode towards the depths of the cave without hesitation.
As the herbs in the pot slowly stewed under the flame.
At this moment, a young monk who had just been rescued from the cave smelled the fragrance of medicine and his eyes inadvertently swept over the pot in front of him.
Suddenly, his eyes widened like copper bells, and his mouth couldn't help but scream in surprise: "This is the real person's pot!"
I heard that eating the food cooked in this pot can improve your cultivation!
Everyone was suddenly disturbed by the sudden scream. They frowned in displeasure and looked towards the monk in the direction of the sound.
However, the monk completely ignored everyone's gazes and excitedly took out something from his storage bag as if it were a treasure.
He took out his mobile phone, which he hadn't played with for a long time, and hurriedly started a live broadcast facing the pot.
His fingers trembled slightly with excitement, and his eyes flashed with an irrepressible light, as if he had discovered a huge secret and wanted to share it with others immediately.
The moment he started the live broadcast, the phone suddenly started to vibrate, and the sharp ringtone seemed particularly abrupt in the tense atmosphere.
The monk looked down and saw that it was his father calling.
He was stunned at first, then an expression of surprise and excitement appeared on his face, and he quickly answered the phone with slightly trembling fingers.
The next second, his eyes quickly turned red, and he cried out in a sobbing voice, "Father!"
At this time, in the main hall of Beiyuan Xianzong, Sect Master Wang was pacing back and forth with an anxious and worried look on his face, holding his mobile phone tightly in his hand.
When I saw my son, who I hadn't been able to contact for a long time, suddenly started a live broadcast, I called him in a hurry.
When Wang Zongmen saw his son was safe and sound, his bloodshot eyes instantly turned red, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice was filled with longing and concern as he asked, "Zheng'er, are you okay now? Where are you now?"
Wang Zheng looked at his father's familiar, haggard face, and a pang of bitterness welled up in his heart. He almost cried out loud, but he fought back his tears and replied, "Dad, I'm fine now. Tell Mom not to worry. I'll be back soon."
Sect Leader Wang looked at his son carefully and saw that although his hair was messy and his clothes were a little torn, he was in good spirits.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and then he said, "Tell me where you are now? I'll come pick you up right now."
Wang Zheng raised his head slightly, frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know where this is, but it should be not far from the North Sea Fairyland. I was captured here by the demon cultivator."
After hearing this, Sect Leader Wang quickly thought of the terrifying thunder tribulation that had just shaken the heavens and earth. He seemed to have guessed something and asked anxiously, "Is the thunder tribulation just now far away from you?"
Wang Zheng pursed his lips, thought seriously for a moment, and then said, "It seems very close, Dad. I heard the sound was very loud, but I was locked in the cave just now and didn't see it."
Hearing his son's words, Sect Master Wang's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt even more distressed about his son's experience. He quickly said, "Zheng'er, you must take good care of yourself first. Dad will come to find you soon."
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