"Put the young lad into the tripod!" The Old Clan Patriarch said solemnly.
"Yes!" Immediately, two strong young men lifted Lin Feng and placed him into the boiling Ancient Tripod.
When Lin Fengâs body made contact with the Ancient Tripod, an astonishing scene occurred.
A golden-colored strange snake appeared inside the Ancient Tripod.
The strange snake began to swim around Lin Feng.
This Ancient Tripod, called the Holy Snake Tripod, is connected to this peculiar golden snake.
The golden snake kept coiling within the Holy Snake Tripod, flicking its tongue, making a hissing sound.
And originally, the boiling water, due to the golden snake, didnât harm Lin Feng; instead, the medicinal liquid inside the Holy Snake Tripod started merging into Lin Fengâs body.
Sigh...
Suddenly, the golden snake spewed out burst after burst of golden energy.
This was a type of energy transformed after the strange snake absorbed the medicinal liquid.
This snake is called a Holy Snake by the villagers because it can absorb medicinal liquid, transform it into golden energy, and heal the wounded.
The energy merged into the origin of Lin Fengâs Dantian.
This energy began to repair Lin Fengâs Origin Injury.
For so many days, although Lin Fengâs Origin Injury had been slowly healing, the speed was extremely slow.
But now.
The speed at which Lin Fengâs Origin Injury healed had increased significantly, and his aura also became much stronger.
"Add more Spiritual Medicine, and also bring the villageâs Thousand-year Blood Ginseng," the Old Clan Patriarch ordered.
This is the most precious Spiritual Medicine in the village, regarded as a treasure, a life-saving thing in critical moments. Many villagers suffering from serious injuries had never used it for healing with the Holy Snake Tripod.
"Old Patriarch, must we really use the Blood Ginseng?" an elder said begrudgingly.
"He was injured here," the Old Clan Patriarch pointed to his own abdomen, "I heard the old grandmaster say, when this place gets injured, itâs hard to heal. Although I donât know why itâs difficult, an injury here requires precious Spiritual Medicine to save the injured."
In the end, the Blood Ginseng was taken out and placed into the Medicine Tripod together with dozens of herbs.
The Blood Ginseng quickly dissolved, transforming into pure energy.
The golden snake would absorb this energy, then convert the energy dissolved from various medicines into that golden energy, which was infused into Lin Fengâs Dantian.
As time slowly passed, the original 15 centimeters long crack in Lin Fengâs Origin gradually shortened, eventually remaining at 10 centimeters, and Lin Fengâs aura also became much more stable.
"Bring him out. If he still doesnât wake up, wait for Dashan to return and have him gather some Spiritual Medicine," the Old Clan Patriarch said.
Then the two young men carried Lin Feng out of the Holy Snake Tripod.
"There is still energy left, Xiaojie, you young ones jump in too," the Old Clan Patriarch said.
The boy called Xiaojie was the one who had carried Lin Feng to the mountain village earlier.
Xiaojie nodded. Although he was young, due to the early death of his parents, he had developed a steady personality from a young age.
The rest of the dozen or so teenagers all had expressions of terror.
The Medicine Tripod Body Refining was a process of near-death recovery each time.
But they dared not disobey the Old Clan Patriarch. After Xiaojie jumped into the Holy Snake Tripod, the other teenagers also followed suit.
...
"Little Ying, take good care of him," the Old Clan Patriarch said.
"I will take good care of this big brother," nodded a young girl.
This girl was sixteen or seventeen, tall, wearing a braid, with delicate and lovely features, but her skin wasnât pale; rather, it was a wheatish color, adding a lively vibe.
In truth, how could ordinary villagers in the mountain village have pale skin? They toil daily for a living, especially Little Ying, who had been dependent on her brother Xiaojie since their parents died. Although taken care of by the villagers, Little Ying wasnât someone to just wait on hand and foot. From a young age, she went out to pick wild fruits, gather wild vegetables, helping the women in the village gather firewood, light fires, and cook. Despite her youth, she knew how to do everything and was diligent, earning the affection of the village elders.
...
By evening, over thirty men returned to the mountain village, carrying back a wild boar that was seven or eight meters long.
This wild boar was called the Red Demon Pig King, incredibly ferocious, often capable of destroying a mountain village.
Such a wild boar, if taken out to sell, would fetch at least ten thousand taels of silver, a fortune for a mountain village.
The village instantly burst into joy, celebrating the capture of such a Red Demon Pig King by making a rare meat stew.
Many children were jumping up and down in excitement because they hadnât smelled the scent of meat for over half a month.
"Dashan, youâll need to go into the mountains again tomorrow," the Old Clan Patriarch said.
Dashan was the Old Clan Patriarchâs son and the leader of the villageâs hunting party, nearly two meters tall, like an iron tower.
Dashan nodded and said, "Even using the Thousand-year Blood Ginseng couldnât save him. Iâm afraid weâll need more precious ingredients."
After a pause, Dashan said, "Tomorrow I plan to take two people and go to the Medicine Valley once."
The face of the Old Clan Patriarch slightly changed, hesitating to speak.
"Dad, rest assured, I will act cautiously and not alarm the Fierce Beasts inside," Dashan said.
"Safety above all, donât take any risks if thereâs no opportunity," the Old Clan Patriarch said.
Dashan nodded, the blazing bonfire illuminating the resolute expression on his face, turning it crimson.
The next day, Dashan left with two others.
The Old Clan Patriarch anxiously waited; he hadnât informed the rest of the villagers about this, as it would only cause collective worry, to no avail.
By evening, Dashan and the two hunters from the village finally returned.
Dashanâs six-year-old son, upon seeing his father return, happily ran over but burst into tears upon reaching Dashanâs side.
"Daddy, your hand..."
The little boy pointed to Dashanâs missing arm.
Everyone was alarmed and quickly rushed out.
Seeing that Dashan had lost an arm, many began to cry.
"Got a hand bitten off by a beast, but at least Iâm not dead, and managed to bring back something from that place," Dashan said.
Dashan, with trembling right hand, took out two green fruits from his bosom.
"Dad, use this to heal the young lad," Dashan said, his lips pale.
The Old Clan Patriarch nodded with a choked voice, taking the two green fruits in his hand.
Dashanâs towering body fell, having lost too much blood.
"Quick, carry him inside..."
The Old Clan Patriarch said with a trembling voice.