The injured crowd slowly approached the village.
A large rabbit ran up to Li Fanming, squeaking softly.
Li Fanming nodded, saying nothing.
The rabbit carefully examined Li Fanming’s body. A large chunk of flesh was missing from his leg, seemingly torn off by sharp claws. His left arm’s clothing was gone, and in the middle of his forearm was a clear wound encircled by white, fluffy threads, emitting the fragrance of healing fruits.
The Demon Barbarians in the village peeked out, many showing sympathy but none offering help. The others didn’t care and continued with their own business.
The crowd slowly returned to the village, no one spoke, enduring the pain and resting in turns.
Li Fanming changed into a new set of clothes, covering his wounds, and came to Fang Yun’s tent.
Li Fanming saw that Fang Yun’s skin was dark around his eyes, his lips were cracked, his breathing was much weaker than in the morning, and even his eyes had thin black lines.
“How… are you?” Li Fanming asked softly.
Fang Yun blinked, and Li Fanming didn’t understand what he was trying to say.
“Sigh… Today was not very smooth, I used up all my healing fruits. But…” Li Fanming suddenly squeezed out a smile, “It’s good that we made it back.”
Fang Yun had a lot to say, but in the end, he just blinked, his eyes stinging a bit.
Li Fanming said a few words and left Fang Yun’s tent to rest.
By night, Fang Yun heard Hua Yuqing wake up. His energy had recovered, and he began to use the medical books to treat everyone’s injuries. As long as it wasn’t a severed limb, all injuries could be healed, even if a large chunk of flesh was missing, the wound could heal and grow skin in a short time, but it would take some time to fully recover.
Then, Fang Yun heard the others gathering outside to chat.
“Today’s events were too strange, why would that Tyrant Crab ambush us? It wouldn’t normally do such a thing.”
“Think carefully about the wound on the Tyrant Crab, I always feel it was left by a War of Words. I used to work in the criminal department and have enough experience in identifying injuries.” Han Shoulu said.
“But that wound was fresh. The only ones who came here this time were Presented Scholars and Talented Scholars, how could there be an Imperial Scholar?”
“Let’s not talk about that. That Tyrant Crab seemed to have consumed holy blood or holy jade. Its strength is even above that of an ordinary Demon General. Even if there is an Imperial Scholar who can hurt it, it can only be one of the top Imperial Scholars. Especially with that shell, unless someone can enhance the power of ‘Arrow in the Stone’ to form a poetic soul, it might be possible to break it, but killing it is too difficult. Unfortunately, we can’t even break it.”
“That Tyrant Crab is more terrifying than an ordinary Demon General of the holy clan. My mechanical tiger was easily crushed by it. I have no mechanical beasts left in the Holy Land.”
“You’re still okay, I lost a hand. Apart from the ‘Life Fruit’, there’s nothing that can help me recover. But my other hand can still write war poetry, it won’t affect my future. When I become a Hanlin Scholar or a Grand Academician, I may have a chance to get a Life Fruit to regrow my hand.”
“With Hua Yuqing’s medical books, we can fight again tomorrow. However, it seems that we have no chance of winning against that Tyrant Crab.”
“Sigh, let’s wait a bit longer. If another five or six people come, we might be able to find a way. With just the ten of us, there’s no way we can beat the Tyrant Crab. Let’s go somewhere else tomorrow. The bottom of the Dead Lake is safer, we can take another trip there.”
“Yeah, that Tyrant Crab is too powerful.”
Xun Ye suddenly said, “You guys forgot, since the Tyrant was willing to do anything to snatch Fang Yun’s blood drop beast skin, that blood drop beast skin must hide a big secret. Since Fang Yun has become a cripple, why not let him contribute the blood drop beast skin, maybe there’s a chance to save him.”
“Despicable!” Li Fanming cursed angrily.
Han Shoulu couldn’t help but say, “Xun Ye, don’t go too far! Not to mention that it’s Fang Yun’s property, Brother Fanming has already said that probably only the Tyrant knows how to use it. We can’t even deal with the Tyrant Crab, how can we possibly have the strength to search for the big secret of the Holy Land? Are you so foolish? Put away your despicable thoughts. You just want to anger Fang Yun to death!”
The others originally thought Xun Ye made sense, but after hearing Han Shoulu’s words, they realized that going to find the big secret of the Holy Land was no different from seeking death.
Xun Ye retorted, “Nonsense! I just want him to make the best use of everything. Since you guys don’t agree, let’s forget it. Why slander me? This is the Holy Land, even if I kill him, no one can punish me once I leave the Holy Land. What’s wrong with dividing his unused things? Sigh, good intentions are taken for granted! Forget it, you guys go tomorrow, I’ll stay here to recover.”
Li Fanming suddenly shouted in the language of the Demon Barbarians to the Savage Cow, “Find more people tomorrow, be careful someone harms your Moon Emperor.” After saying that, he pointed at Xun Ye.
The Savage Cow immediately raised his axe and said, “Do you want me to kill him first?”
Xun Ye instinctively stared at the Savage Cow, snorted coldly, turned around and went back to rest.
The next morning, Li Fanming and the others left the village and headed for the safer bottom of the Dead Lake. Xun Ye stayed in the village to recover. The Savage Cow found two Demon Barbarians to guard Fang Yun’s tent, and it squatted at the entrance of Xun Ye’s tent, staring at Xun Ye without blinking.
Xun Ye could only pretend not to see.
Fang Yun lay stiffly on the sickbed, casting aside all personal thoughts, silently reciting all the medical books, because those books had powerful power. As long as he could understand them, it might be beneficial for his condition.At first, Fang Yun only sought to cure his illness, but gradually, he was completely captivated by the profound and extensive knowledge of medicine. He recited medical books while pondering their principles.
Observation, listening, questioning, pulse-taking, the Yin and Yang, exterior and interior, deficiency and excess, cold and heat, the eight guiding principles, sweating, vomiting, purging, harmonizing, warming, clearing, tonifying, reducing, the eight internal treatment methods, Chinese herbal medicine, acupuncture, massage, cupping, theories of etiology, meridians, Qi and blood, vital energy, five elements, medical classics school, classic prescription school, cold damage school, warm disease school…
Countless theories, some existing on the Holy Origin Mainland and some not, were constantly churning in his mind. Those things that he had previously memorized by rote or skimmed through were now all transformed into his own knowledge, deepening his understanding of medicine.
By the afternoon, Fang Yun felt a bit tired.
“Confucius said: ‘He who learns cannot be straightened, he who is bent cannot be made straight.’ I am now unaware of the impending death…”
After Fang Yun finished his self-deprecating remark, he was startled to find that although he couldn’t control his Wen Palace, he felt it was bulging, as if it was about to overflow.
“This… When I became a Talented Scholar before becoming a Saint, I had the same feeling! Could it be that my intensive study of medicine has led to a breakthrough in my talent?”
As Fang Yun was thinking, he saw his Wen Palace located in a dark void, and the surface of the Wen Palace was pitted, with countless colorful toxins attached to it. They were constantly eroding the walls of the Wen Palace, emitting a faint smoke.
Suddenly, the talent within the Wen Palace erupted, and cracks appeared all over the walls. Beams of orange light shone through the cracks, illuminating the void.
Those colorful toxins, like bugs being roasted by fire, made strange noises. Fang Yun couldn’t hear them, but they shook his Wen Palace, making it wobble.
“What’s going on? The last time I became a Talented Scholar before becoming a Saint, I was almost shaken to death by the movement of the God of Literature. This time… it’s even more intense? My Wen Palace seems to be about to explode!”
As Fang Yun was thinking, there was a loud bang.
“It’s over, the Wen Palace has really exploded…” Fang Yun passed out with this final thought.
At the same time as Fang Yun’s Wen Palace exploded, the sun above the Holy Land suddenly trembled slightly. Then all the creatures in the Holy Land instinctively looked at the sky, saw nothing, and continued with their own affairs.
Only a few peculiar creatures saw a star next to the bright sun.
The God of Literature appeared, the star showed in broad daylight!
The God of Literature emitted a faint starlight from the sky, falling into the tent.
This starlight was far less bright than the sunlight, and no one in the Holy Land noticed it.
The starlight of the God of Literature fell into where Fang Yun’s Wen Palace was.
The toxins were originally resisting the talent. But under the illumination of the starlight of the God of Literature, they instantly vanished.
The starlight of the God of Literature contained a tremendous power. It first exploded Fang Yun’s Wen Palace, and now, based on the original Wen Palace, it infused pure power of the God of Literature to rebuild the Wen Palace.
The God of Literature shone, and the Wen Palace transformed.
Fang Yun was still unconscious, and the starlight of the God of Literature slowly rebuilt everything in the Wen Palace. It was so quiet that it seemed as if nothing had happened. Even the Savage Cow outside the tent didn’t notice anything.
Everything in the Wen Palace became a semi-transparent entity, slowly solidifying under the power of the God of Literature’s starlight.
Only that strange book remained unaffected by the starlight of the God of Literature. It didn’t shatter when the Wen Palace exploded, and it didn’t move when the Wen Palace was rebuilt. It silently floated in the Wen Palace, quietly watching the dramatic changes in the Wen Palace.
On the Holy Origin Mainland, in the Four Seas, and in the Five Mountains of the Demon Realm, gazes that could pierce through the void looked towards the sky.
The Holy Academy trembled slightly, and talent soared into the sky. The orange talent rose millions of miles, as if it wanted to connect with the God of Literature.
In the East Holy Nation, Wang Jinglong looked up at the sky. Above his head was the ceiling, but in his eyes, day and night alternated, stars and moon moved, and finally fixed on the first star of the night, the God of Literature.
The light of the God of Literature greatly increased, and it condensed into a force that shot into the void, falling in a place that the East Holy couldn’t see.
“First there was an inexplicable five movements, and then the star appeared in broad daylight. The beneficiary is the human race. Could the curse of the Demon Clan really come true?”
In the Wu Nation.
Yi Zhishi was sitting in the Wu Nation Academy, sitting in a Wen Temple, looking outside the door, his face expressionless, his mouth constantly teaching “Spring and Autumn”. His voice formed a strange echo, constantly reverberating in the Wen Temple.
The hundreds of students in front of him listened with reverence. The echoing voice not only didn’t interfere with their listening, but it deepened their memory, making their understanding of “Spring and Autumn” more thorough.
Whenever he reached an exciting part, flowers fell like rain above the Wen Temple, fragrant and disappearing when they hit the ground.
The Great Scholar was teaching, the sound lingered, and flowers fell from the sky.
“Qi Shi, Song Shi, Cao Bo next to Nie Bei…” Yi Zhishi’s voice suddenly stopped. He stood up and, under the horrified gaze of many students, rushed out of the Wen Temple barefoot and looked up at the sky.
Yi Zhishi looked at the sky for a long time and sighed softly.
“Why doesn’t the starlight shine on me!” After saying that, clouds formed under Yi Zhishi’s feet, and he flew out of the academy.
The students looked at each other, not understanding what he meant.
In the Qing Nation.
“Are there aliens outside the Holy Land?”
The Four Seas were turbulent, and the nineteen states along the coast were shrouded in dark clouds. Endless giant waves surged, but they disappeared in a moment.
In the East Sea Dragon Palace.
“That bastard God of Literature, disturbing my beautiful dream again, moving and flashing, sooner or later you’ll pay for this! Little turtle, put away the dragon gate, raise the East Sea Dragon Pillar, suppress the eight directions and nine lands! Go and buy the best poetry in the world, if you can’t buy it, rob it!””Ah? Yes! Your Majesty, Dragon Saint!” The three-thousand-year-old turtle hastily left.
.(To be continued.)