Listening to the anxious words of the disciples around him, and watching them orderly prepare rescue tools, Wan Lei suddenly had an illusion.
It wasn't his friend who was injured, but a fellow disciple of these Xiangren Sect disciples.
It was too rare to find such a warm and kind sect.
No, it was completely abnormal. How could there be such kind people in the cultivation world?
Compared to them, Wan Lei instantly felt that he was extremely evil and wicked, deserving to be struck down by lightning.
"You all move aside, this is a Tai Xu realm cultivator, you can't treat her. I'll go see the Old Ancestor."
The Tai Xu realm cultivator yelled at the disciples, asking them to clear the way, and then led Wan Lei and a few others into a spacious building at the summit of the mountain.
Following the cultivator as he pushed open the door, Wan Lei and the others saw that the walls of the room were carved with countless runes, emitting a wondrous Dao charm. In just this short while, Wan Lei felt his mind become much purer, with an impulse to lay down his butcher's knife and become a good person.
At this moment, an old man emerged from the inner room. The old man had white hair and a kind, benevolent face, the kind of person you'd know was a highly respected and trustworthy elder just by looking at him.
This person had a Tai Heng realm cultivation, and was likely the Xiangren Old Ancestor.
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The old man frowned and reprimanded, then looked at Qing Wu, who was being held, and his expression changed greatly.
"Such a strong heart fire aura, how can it be so potent? A Mortal realm cultivator cannot possibly have such a strong heart fire?"
The old man frowned and said quickly.
"Junior greets the Xiangren Old Ancestor, this is my good friend..."
"Quick, quick, bring her to my infirmary. I'll examine her first. Oh dear, poor girl, how did she incur such serious heart fire?"
The Xiangren Old Ancestor ignored Wan Lei's greeting and explanation, and immediately led them towards the inner room.
Wan Lei was once again taken aback, only able to inwardly lament that everyone here was a living Bodhisattva, rushing to save people as if putting out a fire.
Upon entering the inner room, Wan Lei saw some white beds and some technological creations. Of course, with his kindergarten-level understanding of technology, he certainly couldn't figure out what these things were for.
Wan Lei surveyed the room. Similarly, the walls and ceiling were covered with strangely shaped runes. In a corner, on a bed, a pale young man half-reclined, curiously observing them.
That young man was a Tai Xu realm cultivator.
The old man had Huo Feng place Qing Wu under a technological instrument. It was a flat bed, and four or five Tai Xu realm cultivators who followed in busily adjusted the equipment.
Not a single person paid attention to Wan Lei and his companions. They were like professional doctors, urgently saving the patient, leaving them aside. This made Wan Lei and his three companions feel somewhat awkward.
As various soft lights on the instrument lit up, the Tai Xu realm cultivators also moved aside. The Xiangren Sect Old Ancestor pointed a light bulb-like object at Qing Wu's forehead, then looked at the instrument.
"What is that thing? Such wild heart fire, the power of this heart fire is too immense, far more powerful than any heart fire I've ever seen. How can she, a Mortal realm cultivator, withstand it? How did she develop such potent heart fire?
It shouldn't be, it's unreasonable. To not have burned the soul to nothing by now, it's completely unreasonable.
Oh, something is helping to suppress it. What is it? I can't see clearly. Let me check with my divine sense."
The old man mumbled to himself, shifting his gaze from the instrument, then closed his eyes and released his divine sense, probing into Qing Wu's sea of consciousness.
One second later...
"Ah, it hurts so much, what is this? It actually burned away my divine sense directly."
After a couple of pained cries, the old man returned to normal, then his brow furrowed again. Stroking his beard, he began to mutter,
"My Tai Heng realm cultivation, heart fire that can burn away my divine sense, how did this girl withstand it, and what could seal such a terrifying thing?
I can't figure it out, I can't understand it..."
"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor."
The Tai Xu realm cultivator who had led Wan Lei in earlier called out.
"If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it. Why not just ask her companions what happened? Why bother racking your brains?"
"Oh, right."
The old man looked at Wan Lei.
"Do you know her condition?"
"I do."
"You know and you didn't tell me, causing me to waste half a day on examination and get my divine sense burned. Insolent child!"
I...
Wan Lei was dumbfounded, his face flushing red. He almost wanted to give the old man a slap, but remembering that he still needed the old man to save someone, he held back.
"I was going to tell you, but Senior didn't give me a chance to speak."
"Sigh, young people these days, all so hesitant, not as decisive and energetic as I, an old man. Don't dawdle, quickly tell me her situation."
Well, you call that decisive? Your impatience is already in its final stages.
Wan Lei prepared his words. In just these few seconds, the old man was sweating profusely from impatience.
"We, along with a few other companions, went to eliminate a criminal organization...
Wan Lei narrated their experience in great detail. When he spoke of the Qiyu Sect enslaving people and disregarding human lives, he clearly felt the anger of the surrounding Xiangren Sect personnel soaring.
They cultivated benevolent thoughts, their hearts were kind and pure, and they most detested such evil-doers.
Wan Lei concealed the part about the giant hand, only saying that a companion killed a Boundless realm expert, they destroyed that sect, and rescued all the victims.
Upon hearing this, the gazes of the people around them changed. It was a look of admiration and praise, like looking at a hero.
Finally, Wan Lei described Qing Wu's condition.
It wasn't that he deliberately beat around the bush to show off his achievements, but rather that for them to treat Qing Wu, they needed to understand the characteristics of the Qiyu Sect's cultivation methods to administer the correct treatment.
"Hmph, how can there be such beasts worse than animals in this world? If I knew where that place was, I would definitely lead my disciples to raze that sinful den and bring clarity to the world."
Wan Lei raised his eyes, "You?"
The old man was completely oblivious to being looked down upon. Fortunately, someone reminded him.
"Old Ancestor, you can stop dreaming. With just your Tai Heng realm, can you defeat their Boundless realm? You were bullied by the Three Eccentrics of Jingshan a few days ago and didn't dare to fight back, yet you want to kill Boundless realm experts. Our entire sect combined isn't enough for them to slap us."
"Silence! Go back and meditate in seclusion for three years of the vow of silence!"
The Xiangren Old Ancestor, having been embarrassed, flew into a rage and berated his subordinate elder.
"That... Senior, let's talk about my friend's situation first. Can she still be saved? Can you help her?"