Chapter 671: Rescue

Pan Xiao Hei had nothing to say in response.

Xue Shao couldn't help glancing at the black cat on her shoulder, smiling: "Pan Xiao Hei's intelligence seems to be getting higher and higher."

Pan Xiao Hei muttered inwardly: 【Compared to knowledge accumulation, memory, computing power, I'm stronger than him in every way, my intelligence was always very high, alright?】

Pan Yun heard its silent grumbling, pretended she hadn't, and nodded perfunctorily: "It means the food it eats hasn't been wasted."

Xue Shao: …

The two of them crossed the field ridge and saw Zhang Weiyi and Xue Hua, who were working hard to save Zhang Weiliang.

Seeing Pan Yun and Xue Shao, Zhang Weiyi's eyes reddened: "Junior Sister Pan, come look at Weiliang quickly, he, he seems to be at his last breath."

Pan Yun hurriedly ran forward to look.

Zhang Weiliang was seriously injured—one sword thrust into his abdomen, another into his heart—and had already gone into shock.

She immediately used her elemental force to protect his heart meridian, then quickly probed into his Upper Dantian with elemental force—thank goodness that sword had pierced his upper abdomen, narrowly missing the dantian.

It was just that his internal organs were severely injured.

While using elemental force to protect him, she asked: "Did you give him medicine?"

"We gave him a Rejuvenation Pill and a Hemostatic Powder."

Pan Yun saw the wound that wouldn't stop bleeding, gritted her teeth and said: "Lift him up, go find Yanbai and Miaohe, their medical skills are the best. You've used both internal and external hemostatic medicine, and bandaged as best you could—if it still won't stop, only they can act."

Xue Shao had already dragged a board over from nearby.

It was left behind in the tent where the army had previously camped.

The army retreated in such a hurry that only the people ran; everything was left where it was.

The three immediately lifted Zhang Weiliang onto the board, and Pan Yun didn't dare let her hand leave him.

Xue Shao had already determined the direction, pointing left: "Head straight outward. Once Miaohe and the others are out of danger, they'll only go in the direction the army left."

That was fine too—no need to wander around aimlessly searching everywhere.

Zhang Weiyi and Xue Hua lifted the wooden board and went.

Pan Yun's hand pressed on Zhang Weiliang's shoulder, and in less than half a quarter-hour cold sweat was pouring down.

Xue Shao saw it, reached his hand over, and said in a low voice: "You're injured, let me take over."

Pan Yun didn't move her hand, frowning: "Saving someone consumes a hundred times more elemental force than killing. That little bit of elemental force you have…"

Xue Shao smiled: "Though meager, I can still take over for you for a quarter-hour."

Zhang Weiyi and Xue Hua stared wide-eyed at Pan Yun: "Junior Sister Pan, you're injured?"

Pan Yun: "Minor wound."

Zhang Weiyi recalled the sky-blanketing lightning from earlier, his face shifting slightly: "Is the Divine Way of the Wa country really this powerful? Or is it that you were fighting something through that Divine Way?"

Pan Yun sighed: "Senior Brother Zhang, sometimes people don't need to be this clever."

Zhang Weiyi immediately grew deeply worried, saying in a low voice: "The fact that you're injured absolutely cannot be allowed to reach the Wa people, especially the Yamana clan."

He handed the wooden board to Pan Yun: "Young Master Xue and I will channel elemental force into him."

Zhang Weiyi and Xue Shao walked on Zhang Weiliang's left and right sides, one protecting his heart meridian, the other protecting his internal organs.

Pan Yun and Xue Hua exchanged a glance and quickened their pace.

After walking about two quarter-hours, Xue Hua had even replaced Xue Shao. All three of them were deathly pale when they finally saw the army.

All four of them quickened their pace in unison.

Wang Cong, who was treating the wounded, sensed something and looked up to see Pan Yun carrying the wooden board and hurrying toward them.

He immediately jumped up: "Little Xiao Shishu!"

Everyone looked over in an instant.

Looking at Pan Yun was like looking at a great general returning victorious, their eyes full of admiration and wonder.

Wang Cong was also very happy. He greeted her with a smiling face, and only when he got closer did he notice Pan Yun's deathly pale complexion.

He was stunned, then hurriedly ran over: "Little Xiao Shishu, you're injured?"

"I'm fine. Zhang Weiliang suffered a heavy blow, we were channeling elemental force to heal him, and I just over-exhausted myself. Quickly call Miaohe and Yanbai."

Tao Yanbai and Miaohe had already heard and came running.

The people who had been bandaged halfway by them cried out "Ouch, ouch": "What about us?"

"Your injuries aren't serious, others can handle it too!"

The two ran to Zhang Weiliang's side, examined him from head to toe, and their hearts sank halfway: "Injuries this serious, lost this much blood—he may not survive."

Pan Yun frowned—she had said she would bring everyone back safely.

She stood with hands on hips and asked: "Should I channel some more elemental force into him? I still have Healing Talismans—give him one to eat?"

Miaohe, while swiftly threading her needle, said: "At this point Healing Talismans aren't much use anymore; a Rejuvenation Formation would be better."

Pan Yun: "Then set up a Rejuvenation Formation for him. I'll perform a blessing ritual for him in a bit."

Miaohe didn't refuse.

Tao Yanbai had already cut open all his clothing—except the pants on his lower body, his upper body was fully exposed.

Song Xuan and the other female knights looked away, but still saw seven or eight sword wounds on his body, and couldn't help frowning: "How did he get hurt this badly?"

Pan Yun sighed: "I just smelled the scent of a vengeful spirit near him. Such vengeful spirits are regarded as mountain god messengers, also called Tengu—dozens of times more powerful than the dolls you encountered. That he survived and held out until the heavenly thunder struck the vengeful spirit dead is already quite impressive."

Pan Yun rubbed her chin: "His luck is a bit bad. I watched you all leave, and by rights you should have gone in pairs. How did he end up alone?"

Everyone fell silent—they didn't know either~

Luck is sometimes such a mysterious thing. For instance, neither Xue Shao nor Pan Yun had expected that as they walked, they would run into each other.

Miaohe and Tao Yanbai were already cleaning his wounds, pulling out whatever could be pulled out, stitching and patching things up, then stuffing them back in.

Zhang Weiyi and the others were seeing this kind of treatment for the first time. Seeing Tao Yanbai reach into his belly and pull out a severed intestine, their faces changed drastically and they turned aside to vomit violently.

Pan Yun looked at them with a face full of disgust, waved her hand to disperse the foul stench, and at the same time pulled out a large stack of talismans to set up the Rejuvenation Formation for him.

When the formation was complete, Pan Yun summoned a wooden basin out of thin air, cast a spell to draw a stream of water, and carefully wiped her hands and face clean, then took a deep breath and began to invoke Heaven and Earth to perform a ritual for Zhang Weiliang's blessing.

She silently performed the ritual, murmuring the incantation; when it was complete, she pointed at Zhang Weiliang, who lay on the wooden plank.

Xue Shao saw a thread of green qi arise between Heaven and Earth, then vanish into Zhang Weiliang's forehead.

Pan Yun, with her keen insight, saw it too—and since she had performed the ritual, she saw even more.

That thread of qi entered his body and settled in his Niwan Palace, pulling back and reinforcing his nearly dispersed soul-body.

Pan Yun knew that only Miao and He could revive his physical body; only then could his soul fully return and awaken.

Thus, the blessing could only grant him a sliver of hope—whether he could seize that sliver depended on the doctors.

Pan Yun sighed, hands behind her back: "I have done all I can. Now it is up to them to contend with Heaven for his life." (End of Chapter)