Chapter 1192: Yi Mu Hui Chun Array

Outside the Shi Dian, cries of battle and flashes of fire alternated.

The barbarian soldiers' blades and spears clashed, their force shaking the mountains, and colorful spiritual energies surged, starkly visible in the night.

Wounded soldiers were continuously carried into the Shi Dian.

At this moment, Elder Bachuan also arrived, organizing people to treat these casualties.

Mo Hua asked Elder Bachuan: "Is it the Bi Fang tribe?"

Elder Bachuan, composed by nature, nodded and muttered in silent fury:

"These Bi Fang scoundrels attacked suddenly under cover of night, fighting like madmen intent on killing us."

Mo Hua stared at the dark bluish-black wounds on the dead soldiers' chests and frowned: "Were all these killed by Bi Jie?"

Elder Bachuan nodded. "Yes."

"Where is Dan Zhu Shaozhu?"

"He's fighting alongside Chifeng Elder at the mountain's front, against Bi Jie and the Bi Fang Jin Dan. I… am no match for them."

Elder Bachuan's face flushed with shame.

He could hold his own against an ordinary Jin Dan.

But against someone like Bi Jie, he was helpless—he came from a lowly background and his treasures were subpar.

Thus, he could only follow orders, handle the aftermath, and hold the rear.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, left the Shi Dian, and looked up toward the distance, seeing red and dark blue interwoven in the night.

The crimson light blazed brilliantly, like the splendid feathers of a Zhu Que.

The dark blue blades were grim, like the omen of Bi Fang's calamity.

In addition, there was a figure wreathed in fire, even his hair crimson, slashing out waves of blade-light with tremendous force.

The spiritual energy of a Jin Dan realm hardened into force, crystallizing into tangible substance. In an instant, the forest turned to ash, rocks shattered.

This was the combat of a Jin Dan master—devastating power, utterly incomparable to Foundation Establishment.

Mo Hua hesitated a moment, but ultimately did not go to the battlefield.

In the pitch dark, with the situation unclear, his presence would help little and only expose him to the Jin Dan's battle ripples.

His frail body couldn't withstand a single punch from a Jin Dan cultivator.

A man of wealth does not sit near the eaves—watching from afar was enough.

And the battle in the distance continued.

Dan Zhu had high talent and excellent treasures, but his realm was lower, and his combat experience scarce—he gradually fell into disadvantage.

His vermilion feathers were being suppressed by Bi Fang's fierce blade.

Fortunately, Chifeng, a mid-Jin Dan barbarian general, held the line beside him, allowing Dan Que's side to stalemate with Bi Fang.

Thus, the fighting dragged on for a long time.

Throughout, more Dan Que barbarian soldiers fell, carried back to the Shi Dian for treatment.

Until dawn, when the horizon turned pale with the first light, both sides finally ceased hostilities.

Dan Zhu and Chifeng returned to the Shi Dian, both bearing wounds—Chifeng's arm was covered in fine cuts.

Dan Zhu's lips were stained with blood, his handsome face pale.

After this battle, he seemed to have grown—his youthful features had slightly faded, replaced by a colder edge.

A precious sword's edge is forged through grinding. A sword unsharpened remains ornamental, hollow.

A true precious sword, once ground, reveals a piercing sharpness.

On Dan Zhu, the once gentle aura now carried a trace of sharpness.

Of course, his brow still bore more worry than anything else.

This night raid inflicted heavy casualties on Dan Que.

Dan Zhu was kind—he never used "barbarian slaves" as cannon fodder; the frontline combat had always been led by Dan Que's elite.

But Bi Jie spared no means.

Barbarian slaves, small tribes, and outsiders were all thrown in as expendable troops to drain Dan Zhu's strength.

Bi Fang's elite, meanwhile, rested and waited, striking suddenly in the midst of battle.

Thus, Dan Que suffered greatly.

Fortunately, Dan Zhu led from the front, using his deep cultivation and the Dan Que's Zhu Que Li Lingyi treasure to block Bi Jie's frontal assault—otherwise, casualties would have been even worse.

After this night raid, Dan Que's soldiers grew even more loyal to Dan Zhu.

But heavy losses inevitably dampened morale.

And treating the wounded had become a problem.

Barbarians mostly cultivate body refinement—thick skin, high defense, high offense. Their self-healing is strong, and injuries are relatively easy to treat.

Many, upon injury, simply chew herbs themselves.

Thus, most barbarian tribes pay little heed to the transmission of "pill-making and medical arts."

"Dan Wu" and "Wu Yi" exist, but are not valued.

The great path of witchcraft lies in the gods.

The barbarians' true peril lies in spiritual thought and faith.

These cannot be resolved by Dan Wu—thus, the "medical pill" path remains a minor art.

In small tribes, only weak children unfit for battle or a few elderly too old to fight ever learn pill-making and herbal arts for emergency aid.

True young adult witch-cultivators revere martial strength—they do not "learn medicine."

Dan Que was somewhat better off.

Dan Que was a great tribe, and within it, they kept several specialists devoted to the path of pill-making—the "Dan Wu."

Moreover, the Grand Chief feared Dan Zhu might be in danger, so he specially assigned two Dan Shamans to accompany Dan Zhu's hundred-man unit into battle.

Now, these two Dan Shamans are responsible for treating the wounded.

Under normal circumstances, these two Dan Shamans would be sufficient, for the barbarian soldiers are strong and robust; as long as they are not dead, as long as their lives are held, simple treatment of their wounds allows them to heal quickly on their own.

But this time, the situation is dire.

The wounded Dan Que tribe barbarians' wounds across their entire bodies have begun to ulcerate and turn purple, bleeding incessantly.

Their "self-healing" ability has been nullified, and the Dan Shamans' proper healing methods are far too inadequate.

Thus, the situation deteriorated instantly.

Many lightly wounded barbarian soldiers, as they bled, bled into severely wounded states.

Some severely wounded barbarian soldiers have even begun to feel cold in their limbs, gradually slipping toward death.

Chifeng approached a wounded soldier, dipped his finger into the blood on his wound, brought it to his nose, sniffed, and his face turned utterly grim:

"Blood Fang Poison."

Blood Fang Poison is a rare herb in the Wilds, containing extreme toxicity; once inside a cultivator's body, it bites like a beast's fang, causing continuous bleeding—hence the name "Blood Fang."

As long as the blood does not run dry, the poison will not vanish.

Elder Bashan roared: "Damn it, these Bird-Men of the Bi Fang tribe are beasts!"

In warfare between tribes, unless it was a blood feud to the death, no one would expend such effort coating weapons with such vile poison.

The key is, Blood Fang Herb is extremely rare—it's not something you can just obtain casually.

Even if you obtained it, you usually wouldn't dare use it lightly.

Deploying Blood Fang Poison often means a heart set on ruthless, no-quarter battle.

Chifeng's gaze burned with anger: "Bi Jie, this brat, seems to have lost his mind—he's determined to fight us to the death."

Dan Zhu looked solemn beyond measure, but his nature was compassionate, and what he worried about most was these wounded Dan Que tribe barbarians.

This was his first time leaving to wage war.

These fighting barbarians were also the first unit he had personally led.

He did not want these barbarians to die here.

Dan Zhu blamed himself and asked Chifeng: "Lord Chifeng, is there a way to counter Blood Fang Poison?"

Chifeng looked solemn: "We can only replenish blood—constantly replenish blood—to make up for the lost qi-blood. Otherwise, we can only endure it—but the problem is, too many are wounded, the medicine is insufficient, casualties will only grow worse…"

Chifeng understood: Bi Jie's move was to use poison to cripple the Dan Que tribe barbarians' "self-healing" ability.

The Dan Que tribe's elite barbarians total only a hundred or so; over time, they will either lose too much blood and slip toward death, or bleed dry and die—eventually, they will be "worn down" by this poison.

Once casualties mount too heavily, they become fish on the Bi Fang tribe's chopping block.

"Bi Fang's Young Master Bi Jie is despicable and ruthless; for his goals, he leaves no tactic untried. No wonder Bi Fang's Grand Chief holds him in such high regard."

"Once Bi Jie becomes Grand Chief, Bi Fang tribe will surely become Dan Que tribe's greatest threat."

Chifeng looked solemn and sighed slowly.

Dan Zhu also frowned deeply, but his experience was scant; after thinking long and hard, he had no solution, and instinctively turned to Mo Hua.

"Mr. Wu…"

Mr. Wu possesses great divine powers—perhaps he has a way.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly.

Seeing the Dan Que tribe barbarians, all stained with blood, suffering heavy casualties, Mo Hua felt deep sorrow.

These hundred elite barbarians, though Dan Zhu's "core,"

were, in another sense, the living force for his plan.

They were all his "people." Now, watching fully thirty or forty elite barbarians bleeding uncontrollably, their wounds worsening, Mo Hua too grew anxious.

If all these elites bled dry and died, the loss would be immense.

His prior planning would have to be completely overturned.

Moreover, if casualties worsen, Dan Que tribe will surely fail to hold the Shu Gu tribe's military supplies.

If these military supplies are seized by Bi Fang tribe, they cannot forge superior barbarian armor, further arm their barbarians, and strengthen their power—then the external conquest plan must be postponed again.

Progress toward Golden Core will be delayed further.

This Mo Hua could not tolerate.

But he was no Alchemist, and had never done "healing the sick and saving lives."

At Grand Void Gate, his alchemy grades had never exceeded "C."

His alchemy furnace had exploded several times.

If it were a spiritual perception injury, perhaps he could devise a solution.

But for flesh-and-blood injuries, Mo Hua was truly powerless.

Mo Hua sighed: "I also…"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly froze—something occurred to him.

Dan Zhu stared at Mo Hua, dumbfounded.

Mo Hua glanced at Dan Zhu, then said slowly: "I… must consult the Divine Lord to know if I can save them."

Everyone was startled.

Could you really consult the Divine Lord on the spot for something like this?

Is the Divine Lord too favoring this Lord Wuzhu?

"Wait here," Mo Hua said.

Everyone nodded.

Dan Zhu said solemnly: "Thank you, Mr."

"Mm." Mo Hua gave a slight nod, then left the others and entered a nearby sealed stone chamber, where he took a box from his Storage Ring.

The box bore inscriptions: "First in the Qianxue Sword Debate," "Bestowed by the Dao Court," "Awarded by the Tianshu Pavilion."

Inside the box was sealed a jade slip.

The jade slip recorded a set of array diagrams, named:

Yi Mu Hui Chun Array.

This was a reward granted by the Dao Court's Tianshu Pavilion to the top-ranked sect in the Qianxue Sword Debate.

The ancient jade slip contained a complete lineage of Yi Mu medical arrays, from first-grade to fourth-grade.

In the Dao Court's Nine Provinces traditions, this ancient medical array technique, due to its narrow application, limited scope, and difficulty in rendering, had gradually been supplanted by the flourishing art of pill-making and fallen into obscurity as a recondite array discipline.

But under current conditions, this medical array technique was precisely what was needed.

Here in the Wilds, conditions were harsh, and pill-making skills were backward.

Bloodfang Poison caused continuous loss of blood qi.

With many wounded and insufficient blood-replenishing pills—or even medicinal herbs—the Yi Mu Hui Chun Array could fill this gap.

This was a medical array: no fine pill furnace, no pills, no herbs, no spirit liquids, no open flame, no expert pill-making skill required.

It required only abundant spiritual awareness, wood-element spirit ink, and high-level array proficiency.

And since Mo Hua was the one drawing the array, he could even substitute "the earth" as the array medium.

This was the mystery of arrays.

This was the power of a master arrayist.

Mo Hua had long ago learned the Yi Mu Hui Chun Array.

He was naturally an "array fanatic," curious and insatiable in his thirst for knowledge.

Any array he saw, he wanted to obtain; any array he obtained, he inevitably wanted to learn.

The Yi Mu Hui Chun Array was no exception.

Though a recondite medical array, to Mo Hua—who practiced daily with "forbidden arrays"—it was not especially difficult.

In fact, Mo Hua had learned it long ago.

But since he never treated the sick or healed the wounded, he had never put the Yi Mu Array to use, and thus never knew whether it worked well—or at all.

But he never treated the sick or saved lives, so the Yi Wood Array had never been put to use, and Mo Hua didn't know if it would work or how well it would work.

Mo Hua selected several cleaner patches of ground, sat cross-legged, and took out several vials of pale green wood-element spirit ink from his Storage Bag.

Mo Hua rarely used wood-element spirit ink.

His most common choice was fire-element spirit ink, used to draw Groundfire Arrays that blew people apart—blast after blast, no one dared make a sound.

Blasting people with Groundfire Arrays was strangely addictive.

Only those who had done it understood this pleasure.

Unfortunately, since committing the Sin of Fate's Curse and being ordered to "purify himself," Mo Hua had not used Groundfire Arrays for a long time—and had not felt this pleasure in ages.

Unfortunately, since he had incurred the Curse of Fate and had to "keep himself pure," Mo Hua hadn't used the Earth Fire Array to blow anyone up in a long time, nor had he felt this kind of pleasure in a long time.

Then he focused his mind and began drawing the Yi Mu Hui Chun Array.

This was the first time he had drawn this obscure, recondite "medical array" with genuine intent—to apply what he had learned.

Pale green spirit ink, guided by Mo Hua's spiritual awareness, curled through the air before sinking into the ground like a spirit serpent, coalescing into an ancient array steeped in the scent of flora.

This was merely a second-grade, nineteen-stroke array.

To an ordinary Foundation Establishment arrayist, this would be a "top-tier" second-grade array.

But to Mo Hua, it was commonplace—he finished it in no time.

Mo Hua studied the array, then frowned.

He had indeed drawn the array correctly.

Yet a strange, inexplicable sense of self-doubt lingered in his mind.

The array was complete—nineteen strokes, not one missing—yet he felt he had not drawn it at all.

The array was completed, all nineteen patterns present without a single missing one, yet he still felt he hadn't drawn the array at all.

No…

Not that something was missing—but that what he had drawn seemed fundamentally wrong.

This subtle, disorienting dissonance left Mo Hua deeply puzzled.

Yet this was merely intuition; in reality, a perfect Yi Mu Hui Chun Array lay before him.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then lay down upon the array.

Spirit energy began to flow, transformed by the array into Yi Mu qi, seeping into his meridians and nourishing his blood qi.

A gentle, fresh floral scent filled him, bringing a sense of profound peace.

"No problem…" Mo Hua muttered, frowning.

He examined the entire array again, stroke by stroke, comparing it meticulously with the jade slip's diagram—still, he found nothing amiss.

Mo Hua shook his head and set the thought aside.

He then summoned spirit ink with his awareness and drew five more Yi Mu Hui Chun Arrays on the ground; the stone chamber soon filled with Yi Mu qi.

Mo Hua crushed spirit stones into powder and infused them into the arrays, then spread a blanket over each.

Afterward, he sat cross-legged in mock solemnity and offered a few prayers to the "Divine Lord."

Once he confirmed the arrays were stable and functioning correctly, Mo Hua rose, face grave, and departed.

Dan Zhu and the others had been anxiously waiting for a long time; seeing Mo Hua emerge, they immediately asked:

Once the formation was running safely and confirmed error-free, Mo Hua rose and left, his expression grave.

Dan Zhu and the others had been anxiously waiting for a long time; seeing Mo Hua emerge, they immediately asked:

"Lord Wuzhu, the Divine Master..."

Mo Hua said with a compassionate expression:

"Before the Divine Master, who pities all living beings, has used divine power to commune and preach, granting me the sacred runes for healing and saving lives. But..."

Mo Hua's expression turned solemn, "I have not mastered these runes well; they possess less than one ten-thousandth of the Divine Master's divine power. Whether they can truly save everyone remains uncertain..."

Mo Hua had already laid the groundwork.

The "Divine Master" had bestowed teachings upon him, instructing him to save lives.

But since he himself was unskilled, if anyone died, it would be his fault—not the Divine Master's lack of power.

He would take the blame for his "Divine Master."

Lord Wuzhu could be questioned, but not the Divine Master.

Dan Zhu had no idea of Mo Hua's hidden motives; he was only moved, and said sincerely:

"Regardless, this is the Divine Master's grace. Thank you, Lord Wuzhu."

Mo Hua nodded, then said: "Bring the wounded inside."

The first six wounded were carried into the stone chamber and placed upon the Yi Mu Hui Chun Array, as Mo Hua ordered.

The array activated; its runes lit up in sequence.

A greenish glow enveloped the wounded.

As time passed, streams of fresh herbal energy transformed into emerald light, flowing into the soldiers' meridians, replenishing their blood qi, repairing their flesh, and even partially suppressing the crimson toxin of the Blood Fang Grass.

The wounded's injuries visibly improved.

The effect of the Yi Mu Hui Chun Array was nearly instantaneous.

Even Mo Hua found it surprising.

Everyone's hearts swelled with joy.

Dan Zhu felt immense relief and looked at Mo Hua with deep admiration.

Upright in spirit, banishing great evil, filled with compassion, saving the dying and healing the wounded.

Though only at Foundation Establishment realm, he wielded heavenly power—no wonder he is the "Lord Wuzhu."

Elder Bashan, Elder Bachuan, two Jin Dan elders, along with the other Dan Que tribe barbarian soldiers, witnessing this near-resurrection miracle, felt even greater gratitude and reverence for Mo Hua, the "Lord Wuzhu."

Chifeng, watching the scene before him, found it almost unbelievable.

In less than an hour, without any ritual or sacrifice, this "Lord Wuzhu" had truly communed with the Divine Master?

And even received the Divine Master's direct teachings, drawing the sacred runes for healing on the spot?

What kind of divine power was this?

What profound divine favor?

Could the lofty Divine Master truly show such favor to mere mortals?

Was this "Lord Wuzhu" sent down to the mortal world by the Divine Will?

Chifeng was shaken, his heart unable to settle for a long time.

But Mo Hua stared intently at the Yi Mu Hui Chun Array, puzzled, lost in silent thought.

The Yi Mu Hui Chun Array continuously generated Yi Mu energy, replenishing the blood qi lost by the Dan Que wounded.

The Dan Que soldiers, whose faces had turned pale and whose foreheads had darkened, gradually improved.

The "death qi" on their bodies slowly receded, replaced by faint white threads...

"Life force."

As Mo Hua watched, his heart suddenly jolted, his expression changing.

Death qi... and life force?

Death... and life?!