Chapter 927 - 628: Injuries

Chapter 927: Chapter 628: Injuries

However, moments later, another elder, donning a Taixu Taoist robe but with an emblem of a Pill Furnace embroidered on his lapel, arrived. Seeing the charred ground and the full wall of Formation Patterns, he couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.

Then, he saw Mo Hua lying on the ground.

“Don’t just stand there, save him first.”

The two hurried forward to examine Mo Hua’s injuries and then both exhaled in relief.

Mo Hua looked miserable, his injuries were not light, but nothing was life-threatening.

The Danshi Elder took out a bottle of Spiritual Liquid and sprinkled it on Mo Hua’s wounds, neutralizing the lingering fire toxin, cleaning the charred bloodstains, and simultaneously stopping the bleeding.

Afterward, he took out a pill and administered it to Mo Hua.

Then with his hand on Mo Hua’s chest, he continuously directed his energy, nourishing Mo Hua’s meridians with thick and pure Wood-series Spiritual Power to treat his injuries…

Some time later, color gradually returned to Mo Hua’s pale face, and his breath also steadied.

Only his physical body was too weak, which slowed down the healing of his wounds, leaving him still unconscious for the time being.

The Danshi Elder, feeling relieved, said, “That should do it…”

“Fortunately, it was just a minor involvement of magical spiritual power…”

“A half-month’s injury, with proper care, won’t be a big issue. However, his hand is injured and his meridians are also damaged. For the time being, he cannot use his Spiritual Power…”

The Danshi Elder felt somewhat fortunate, yet shook his head:

“Just that, his constitution is really too poor…”

“Fragile and delicate, he gets hurt upon the slightest knock, and the injuries aren’t easy to heal…”

The Danshi Elder looked at the unconscious Mo Hua with a bit of heartache, then turned to reprimand the Elder of Daoist Law:

“You, being the Elder of Daoist Law, should have at least taught him some Body Refinement. I’m not expecting great achievements, but at least to strengthen his physique. If he’s injured, he would recover faster…”

The Elder of Daoist Law gave a bitter smile, “How could I not know that?”

“But it’s not that simple. If he could really practice, I would have had him do it long ago…”

“Learning those superficial things, they’re useless in a real fight.”

“He’s still going to get hurt with the slightest knock, fatally wounded with a slice. It’s better to spend more time learning a movement technique to avoid getting hurt at all…”

“Moreover, the Cultivation Techniques for Body Refinement are robust and powerful, not easy to learn at all.”

“With his poor foundations, if he practiced too much, his flesh might wither, his Blood Qi could burst in reverse, and he could end up harming himself…”

Hearing this, the Danshi Elder shook his head helplessly and said:

“Then I will refine a few batches of pills to nourish his Blood Qi…”

Although the effects might not be significant, it was better than nothing.

After finishing, the Danshi Elder looked sympathetically at the Elder of Daoist Law, “Be careful, Elder Xun will definitely be looking for you.”

The Elder of Daoist Law’s scalp went numb.

“Why on earth did you teach the kid a Superior Skill for no good reason?” asked the Danshi Elder, puzzled.

“I didn’t teach…”

“Do you think I believe that?”

The Elder of Daoist Law tasted bitterness in his mouth, “I really didn’t teach…”

The Danshi Elder was taken aback. Seeing that he did not seem to be lying and looking around, his expression changed slightly, “Then what is this…”

“It’s a spell…”

“You’re stating the obvious, aren’t you? If it’s not a spell, could it be a Formation? The question is, what kind of spell is it?”

The Elder of Daoist Law pondered, “From the looks of it, it seems to be… Fireball Technique…”

The Danshi Elder’s face remained expressionless, “Very impressive… What Fireball Technique, could you teach me, let me broaden my horizons?”

The Elder of Daoist Law ran out of words to say.

The Danshi Elder pointed towards the place where the practice wooden puppet was originally situated:

“This puppet, although it’s for Foundation Establishment Initial Stage, was created initially to withstand spells, hence its high magical defense. Usually, even disciples in the Foundation Building Middle Stage can’t break it, let alone now…”

The Danshi Elder’s eyelids twitched, “It’s been blown into ashes…”

And this kid, is just a beginner who has not yet completed one year of Foundation Establishment Initial Stage.

The Danshi Elder took another look at Mo Hua, feeling shocked in his heart.

The Elder of Daoist Law also had suspicions in his mind.

He didn’t remember teaching Mo Hua any powerful spells.

Moreover, even if such spells existed, with Mo Hua’s grade of Spiritual Root, and the Circulation of Spiritual Power in his Qi Sea, he wouldn’t be able to learn or use them…

Unless…

The Elder of Daoist Law felt the surrounding residual heat and the abnormal spiritual power, his expression growing more serious.

The Danshi Elder asked, “What have you figured out?”

The Elder of Daoist Law furrowed his brow and said, “This is not simple. It’s not just the power of the spell, but rather it seems like…”

“Like what?”

The Elder of Daoist Law shook his head, not voicing his thoughts, but considering Mo Hua’s age and cultivation, he found it hard to believe and muttered:

“It shouldn’t… be possible…”

…

When Mo Hua awakened, he felt dizzy, and his hand was in pain; his meridians were still somewhat blocked.

Looking around, he realized he was lying in a pristine white, soft bed, in a clean space with Spirit-Concentrating Incense burning and a faint, bitter scent of pills lingering in the air.

By his side was a woman in a Taixu Elder’s robe, elegant and dignified with a hint of allure, silently watching him.

Mo Hua was taken aback, “Murong… Elder?”

His voice was hoarse and weak as if retaining the trauma from the fire spiritual power, making speaking difficult.

Murong Elder nodded slightly, “Elder Master Xun feared your injury would worsen, so he sent you here to me.”

Mo Hua was startled, only then realizing that Murong Elder was actually a Pill Master.

Murong Elder moved closer to Mo Hua, her fingers white and slender as she gently touched his forehead, her voice as gentle as the evening breeze:

“You’re not badly hurt…”

“But the burn on your left hand has damaged your meridians; you cannot use your Spiritual Power for half a month. Your right hand has a flesh wound, and you shouldn’t hold a pen for seven days…”