Chapter 254: Where Did That Rake Come From?

Jiang Feng's steps paused, and he hurried toward the direction the cries for help came from.

After walking for roughly the time an incense stick burns, Jiang Feng emerged from the thick woods.

He saw on a nearby clearing a woman in a purple Daoist Robe lying on the ground, her eyes tightly shut, clearly already unconscious.

Jiang Feng stepped forward, and after seeing the woman's features, his gaze tightened slightly.

He happened to know this woman; she was Lin Qinghan's uncle‑master, Zi Xuan!

His first impression of the woman wasn't good, but since she was Lin Qinghan's uncle‑master, Jiang Feng still crouched down and examined her injuries carefully.

Her purple Daoist Robe was already stained red with blood, and a gruesome wound gaped at her chest, looking as if a sharp weapon had pierced it.

Jiang Feng's heart sank, and he reached out to gently lift the collar of Zi Xuan's robe.

A close inspection showed the gunshot clearly pierced straight through the chest.

Moreover, the attacker was brutally ruthless, clearly intent on taking her life.

For some reason, upon seeing the wound, Jiang Feng immediately thought of Mo Tianheng, who had just fled.

Jiang Feng silently speculated that Zi Xuan had most likely also encountered the two brothers Mo Tianbao and Mo Tianheng.

Those two surely used the same method.

First Mo Tianbao stepped forward to draw Zi Xuan's attention, then Mo Tianheng hid in the shadows and, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, launched a surprise gunshot.

Fortunately, Zi Xuan's cultivation was not low; she had reached Eighth Rank Grandmaster, her strength was formidable, and she stubbornly withstood the lethal blow.

If she had been an ordinary Grand Master, she would probably have been dead long ago.

Nevertheless, even now, without prompt rescue, she likely wouldn't live much longer.

Although Zi Xuan had not treated him well before, she was still Lin Qinghan's uncle‑master.

Out of respect for Lin Qinghan, he could not watch Zi Xuan die here with his eyes wide open.

"Consider yourself lucky to have met me; otherwise you'd probably have met your end here today,"

Jiang Feng glanced at the unconscious Zi Xuan, said coolly, and immediately began preparing to treat her.

Zi Xuan's injuries were severe: a long spear pierced her chest and also bruised her internal organs.

Jiang Feng hadn't brought any Healing Pill, so he had to gather materials on the spot.

His eyes swept the surroundings, and he quickly zeroed in on several spirit herbs.

These herbs looked ordinary, but they were genuine top‑grade spirit herbs, containing pure Spiritual Energy, perfect for treating Zi Xuan's wounds.

He circulated his internal Qi, and a faint golden aura shimmered on his palm as the Qi slowly flowed into the herbs.

Under the Qi's drive, Emerald Leaf Herb and Red Velvet Herb were instantly crushed, turning into a clump of ink‑green medicinal paste.

Jiang Feng carefully cupped the medicinal paste in his palm, then looked at Zi Xuan's chest wound.

To let the paste work at its best, it must be applied directly onto the wound.

Jiang Feng did not hesitate; he reached out and gently unfastened the collar of Zi Xuan's Daoist Robe.

Although Zi Xuan was not young, she kept herself in excellent condition.

Her skin was fair and delicate, glossy like goat‑fat jade, and her figure was curvaceous and graceful, exceedingly alluring.

Unfortunately, the gruesome chest wound marred that beauty, making it hard to look at.

Jiang Feng was unmoved; his focus remained entirely on Zi Xuan's wound.

He carefully placed the medicinal paste onto Zi Xuan's wound.

The paste, upon touching the wound, was instantly absorbed, turning into a cool medicinal force that slowly seeped into the skin.

Zi Xuan's body trembled slightly, and her brows furrowed instinctively.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng immediately placed his palm near Zi Xuan's chest.

He circulated Qi, letting it flow slowly into her body to help her refine the paste's medicinal force.

The golden Qi, like a stream, followed Jiang Feng's palm and gently entered Zi Xuan's body, moistening her damaged internal organs.

Under the combined action of Qi and medicinal force, Zi Xuan's chest wound healed at a visibly rapid pace, and her complexion ceased being so pallid, gaining a hint of color.

Her breath also gradually steadied.

Jiang Feng remained fully focused, daring not a moment of slack.

Time passed bit by bit, and after roughly half an hour, Zi Xuan's chest wound had almost fully healed.

Only a shallow scar remained, her breath finally stabilized, clearly out of mortal danger.

Jiang Feng only then exhaled a sigh of relief, withdrew his palm, and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

Having spent a lot of Qi to treat Zi Xuan, he felt somewhat fatigued now.

At that moment, Zi Xuan's eyelids, lying on the ground, twitched briefly, then slowly opened.

Her gaze was still a little dazed, clearly not fully awake; after a few seconds, it gradually cleared.

The moment she regained consciousness, Zi Xuan sensed something was wrong.

She only felt a chilling coolness on her body, and an odd sensation at her chest.

She instinctively lowered her head, and her pupils instantly contracted, her face turning a steel‑blue.

She saw her Daoist Robe's collar undone, her chest exposed.

And Jiang Feng was half‑crouched before her, his palm still hovering near her chest!

Zi Xuan exploded with anger instantly!

Who is he?

He is an Elder of the Penglai Qingxiao Sect, an Eighth Rank Grandmaster!

Not to mention, she has devoted herself to the Dao, always kept herself pure; when has she ever suffered such insult?

Fragments of the memory before she lost consciousness surged to her mind.

She had been ambushed, shot, and then lost consciousness.

I woke up to find a man moving his hands and feet in front of my chest, his clothes already undone?

"Where did this scoundrel come from, daring to disrespect His Seat!"

Zi Xuan True Immortal sprang up abruptly, anger blazing in her eyes, and let out a sharp scream.

Not only that, her true Qi erupted instantly, the Eighth Rank Grandmaster's oppressive aura poured out unabated, shrouding Jiang Feng.

"His Seat must kill you!"

As the words fell, Zi Xuan True Immortal raised her right hand without hesitation.

A sphere of purple true Qi gathered in her palm, bearing fierce killing intent, and she slammed it toward Jiang Feng's head!

Whoa! Woman, you're returning kindness with hatred?

Jiang Feng almost instantly felt the sky‑filled killing intent; just as he tried to dodge, Zi Xuan's terrifying cultivation had already bound him.

Although his strength is not something Zi Xuan can suppress.

Yet in such a short time, Zi Xuan still managed to hard‑control him.

Do I have to be palm‑killed by this woman?

Jiang Feng was utterly speechless, watching Zi Xuan's palm wind fall.