Outside the stone hall, the sounds of shouting and battle mingled with the flickering firelight.

The Man Bing’s blades and spears clashed, their powerful blows shaking the mountains. Various spiritual energies surged, distinctly visible in the darkness.

Wounded soldiers were continuously carried into the stone hall.

At this moment, Elder Ba Chuan also arrived, arranging for people to treat the injured.

Mo Hua then asked Elder Ba Chuan, “Is it the Bi Fang tribe?”

Elder Ba Chuan, calm by nature, nodded and muttered resentfully,

“Those scoundrels from the Bi Fang tribe attacked suddenly under the cover of night, like madmen, trying to kill us.”

Mo Hua looked at the dark green wounds on the chests of the dead soldiers and frowned, “Were these people all killed by Bi Jie?”

Elder Ba Chuan nodded, “Yes.”

“Where is Dan Zhu Shao Zhu?”

“He is with Elder Chi Feng, fighting Bi Jie and the Bi Fang tribe’s Jin Dan cultivators at the foot of the mountain. I… am not their match.”

Ba Chuan looked ashamed.

He could fight an ordinary Jin Dan, but facing someone like Bi Jie, he was helpless. He came from a humble background, and his magic treasures were not very good.

Therefore, at this time, he could only obey orders to handle the aftermath and guard the rear.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, left the stone hall, and looked up into the distance. In the darkness, he saw fiery red and dark green intertwined.

The fiery red light was brilliant, like the gorgeous feathers of a Zhu Que.

The dark green blades were ominous, like a premonition of disaster from Bi Fang.

In addition, there was a figure radiating fire, even their hair was fiery red, cleaving out streaks of blade light with great momentum.

The spiritual energy of the Jin Dan realm transformed into a powerful force, solidifying into a crystalline substance. In an instant, trees turned to ash, and rocks collapsed.

This was the battle of Jin Dan masters, incredibly destructive, completely incomparable to that of Zhu Ji cultivators.

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

In the dark of night, with an unclear situation, he wouldn’t be of much help and might even be caught in the Jin Dan cultivators’ battle.

His frail body could not withstand a punch from a Jin Dan cultivator.

A son of a thousand jin does not sit under a crumbling wall; it was enough to watch from a distance.

The battle in the distance continued.

Dan Zhu had high talent and good magic treasures, but his cultivation level was still lower, and he had less combat experience, gradually falling into a disadvantage.

The crimson feathers were also suppressed by Bi Fang’s fierce blades.

Fortunately, there was Chi Feng, a Man Jiang at the mid-Jin Dan stage, holding the line, which allowed the Dan Que tribe to maintain a standoff with the Bi Fang tribe.

The fighting continued for a long time.

Throughout this period, Dan Que tribe Man Bing were constantly defeated and carried into the stone hall for treatment.

It wasn’t until dawn, when the sky showed the white belly of a fish, that both sides finally ceased hostilities.

Dan Zhu and Chi Feng returned to the stone hall, both wounded. Chi Feng’s arm was covered in fine blade marks.

Dan Zhu had blood at the corner of his mouth, and his handsome face was pale.

After a battle, he seemed to have grown much, the childishness in his eyes receding, replaced by a colder look.

A sharp sword comes from grinding. A sword without grinding is ultimately flashy but impractical.

But a true sword, once sharpened, reveals its imposing edge.

Dan Zhu’s formerly gentle demeanor now carried a hint of sharpness.

Of course, his brows were mostly furrowed with worry.

The Dan Que tribe suffered severe casualties in this night raid.

Dan Zhu was kind-hearted and did not use “Man Nu” as cannon fodder. The direct combat always involved the elite of the Dan Que tribe.

Bi Jie, however, used unscrupulous methods.

Man Nu, small tribes, and some Man Xiu from outer tribes were used as irregulars to deplete Dan Zhu’s forces.

Their elite Bi Fang tribe members, on the other hand, rested and then launched a surprise attack mid-battle.

Consequently, the Dan Que tribe suffered greatly.

Fortunately, Dan Zhu led from the front, relying on his profound cultivation and the Dan Que tribe’s precious Zhu Que Xuan Huo Ling Yi armor, to fend off the frontal assault by Bi Jie and others, otherwise the casualties would have been even greater.

After this night raid, the Dan Que tribe soldiers became even more loyal to Dan Zhu.

But with heavy casualties, morale was inevitably low.

Moreover, treating the injuries also became a problem.

Most of the Man tribes were body cultivators, tough-skinned and thick-skinned, with high offense and defense. Their self-healing ability was strong, and once injured, they were relatively easy to treat.

Many injured people just chewed on herbs themselves.

Therefore, among the Man tribes, most tribes did not attach much importance to the inheritance related to “Dan Yao medical skills.”

Similar “Dan Wu” and “Wu Yi” existed, but they were not highly valued.

The great path of sorcery lay in the gods.

The true danger of the Man tribes, in fact, also lay in divine sense and belief.

This was something Dan Wu could not solve, so the path of “Dan Yi” was, after all, a minor one.

Generally, in small tribes, only children who were weak and unable to fight, or a few elderly people who were too old for battle, would learn some alchemy and medicine to help in emergencies.

True young and strong Wu Xiu, who revered martial power, would not “learn medicine.”

The Dan Que tribe was actually better off.

As a large tribe, the Dan Que tribe did keep some “Dan Wu” who specialized in the Dao of Dan Yao within the tribe.

Moreover, the Da Qiu Zhang, worried about Dan Zhu’s safety, specifically assigned two Dan Wu to accompany Dan Zhu’s hundred-person team on their campaign.

Currently, these two Dan Wu were responsible for treating the wounded.

Under normal circumstances, these two Dan Wu would have been sufficient, because the Man Bing were strong and healthy; as long as they didn’t die, their lives were sustained, and with simple treatment, their self-healing was quick.

But the situation this time was very perilous.

The wounds on the injured Dan Que tribe Man Bing began to fester and turn purple, bleeding incessantly.

Their “self-healing” ability had been nullified, and the Dan Wu’s proper treatment methods were far too limited.

Thus, the situation rapidly worsened.

Many lightly wounded Man Bing bled and bled, becoming severely wounded.

Some severely wounded Man Bing even began to grow cold in their limbs, gradually becoming critical.

Chi Feng approached a wounded soldier, dipped his finger into the blood on the wound, sniffed it, and his face became extremely grim:

“Xue Ya poison.”

Xue Ya poison is a rather rare poisonous herb in the Man Huang, containing intense toxicity. Once it enters a cultivator’s body, it causes continuous bleeding as if being bitten by a demon beast’s fangs, hence the name “Xue Ya.”

The poison will not dissipate until the blood has completely drained.

Elder Ba Shan raged, “Damn it, these birdmen from the Bi Fang tribe are truly beasts!”

When tribes fought, unless there was a deep-seated blood feud, they generally wouldn’t go to such great lengths to smear such extremely vile poison on their weapons.

The crucial point was that this Xue Ya grass was extremely rare, not something that could be easily obtained.

Even if one obtained it, they usually wouldn’t be willing to use it casually.

Using Xue Ya poison often implied a grim determination, an all-out fight to the death.

Chi Feng’s eyes flashed with anger, “It seems this kid Bi Jie has lost his mind, determined to fight us to the end.”

Dan Zhu’s expression was extremely grave, but his nature was compassionate, and he was more worried about these injured Dan Que tribe Man Bing.

This was his first time campaigning.

These campaigning Man Bing were also the first team he had personally led.

He did not want these Man Bing to die here.

Dan Zhu felt guilty and asked Chi Feng, “Lord Chi Feng, is there a way to cure Xue Ya poison?”

Chi Feng’s expression was solemn: “We can only replenish blood, continuously replenish blood, to make up for the depleted qi and blood. Otherwise, they can only endure it, but the problem is, there are too many injured people, and there isn’t enough medicine. Casualties will only gradually increase…”

Chi Feng understood that Bi Jie’s action was intended to use poison to cripple the Dan Que tribe Man Bing’s “self-healing” ability.

The elite Man Bing of the Dan Que tribe numbered only over a hundred. Over time, those with minor injuries would suffer from blood loss and become critically ill, while those with severe injuries would eventually bleed to death. They would eventually be “worn down” by this poison.

Once casualties became too high, they would become like fish on Bi Fang tribe’s chopping block.

“Bi Jie, the Shao Zhu of the Bi Fang tribe, is despicable and ruthless. He will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. No wonder the Da Qiu Zhang of the Bi Fang tribe values him so highly.”

“Once Bi Jie becomes the Da Qiu Zhang in the future, the Bi Fang tribe will undoubtedly become a formidable enemy to the Dan Que tribe.”

Chi Feng said with a solemn expression, sighing slowly.

Dan Zhu also frowned deeply, but he was inexperienced and, after thinking for a long time, had no solution. He habitually turned to look at Mo Hua.

“Wu Xian Sheng…”

Wu Xian Sheng was immensely powerful; perhaps he would have a solution.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly.

Seeing the Dan Que tribe Man Bing, all covered in blood and severely wounded, Mo Hua also felt a pang of distress.

These hundred elite Man Bing, though Dan Zhu’s “foundation,” were, in other words, the vital force for him to realize his plans.

These were all “his” people. Now, seeing three or forty elite Man Bing bleeding profusely and their injuries worsening, Mo Hua was also a little anxious.

If all these elites bled to death, the loss would be immense.

All his previous plans would have to be overturned and started anew.

What’s more, once casualties increased, the Dan Que tribe would inevitably be unable to hold on to the military supplies of the Shu Gu tribe.

If this batch of military supplies were seized by the Bi Fang tribe, and they could not forge high-grade Man Jia to further arm the Man Bing and strengthen their forces, then the plan for external conquest would have to be temporarily shelved.

The progress of Jie Dan would be further delayed.

This was something Mo Hua could not tolerate.

But he was not a Dan Shi, and he had never done “healing and saving lives.”

At Tai Xu Men, his highest alchemy score was only a “C.”

His alchemy furnace had also exploded several times.

If it were injuries to the divine sense, he might still be able to come up with something.

But for injuries to the flesh and blood body, Mo Hua was truly powerless.

Mo Hua sighed, “I also…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when he suddenly paused, remembering something.

Dan Zhu stared blankly at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua also glanced at Dan Zhu and slowly said, “I… need to ask the Shen Zhu for guidance to know if I can save them.”

Everyone was somewhat astonished.

Could such a matter also be immediately presented to the Shen Zhu?

Was the Shen Zhu not too fond of this Wu Zhu Da Ren?

“You all wait,” Mo Hua said.

Everyone nodded.

Dan Zhu solemnly said, “Thank you, Xian Sheng, for your trouble.”

“Hmm.” Mo Hua nodded slightly, then left the crowd and went to a nearby sealed stone room. From his Na Zi Jie, he took out a box.

On the box were marked the words “Qian Xue Lun Jian Di Yi,” “Dao Ting En Ci,” and “Tian Shu Ge Jia Jiang.”

Inside the box, a jade slip was sealed.

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

Yi Mu Hui Chun Zhen.

This was the reward granted by the Dao Ting’s Tian Shu Ge to the top sect in the Qian Xue Lun Jian.

The ancient jade slip contained a complete set of Yi Mu-type medical array inheritance, from first-grade to fourth-grade.

In the inheritance of Dao Ting Jiu Zhou, these ancient medical array formations, due to their singular application, narrow categories, and inconvenient construction, were gradually phased out by the flourishing Dao of alchemy, becoming an obscure array method.

However, in the current environment, this medical array formation happened to be useful.

Here in the Man Huang, conditions are harsh, and the level of alchemy is backward.

Xue Ya poison causes a continuous loss of blood qi.

And with many injured people, there aren’t enough blood-replenishing Dan Yao, nor even many medicinal herbs for treating injuries.

The Yi Mu Hui Chun Zhen can precisely compensate for these deficiencies.

This is a medical array formation; it does not require a good alchemy furnace, nor Dan Yao, nor herbs, nor spiritual liquid, nor open-flame refining, nor sophisticated alchemy skills.

What it needs is a large amount of spiritual sense, wood-element spiritual ink, and high-level array formation expertise.

In fact, because Mo Hua was drawing the array, he could even use “earth” as a substitute for the array medium.

This is the profound mystery of array formations.

It is also the power of a skilled array master.

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

He was inherently an “array fanatic,” highly curious and eager to learn.

He wanted to acquire every array he saw. And every array he acquired, without exception, he wanted to learn.

This Yi Mu Hui Chun Zhen was no different.

Although it was an obscure medical array, it wasn’t too difficult for Mo Hua, who constantly practiced with “Jue Zhen.”

Mo Hua had actually learned it a long time ago.

It’s just that he didn’t heal or save people, so this Yi Mu formation had never been put to use, and Mo Hua didn’t know if it would work or if it would be effective.

But in the current situation, there were no other options.

Mo Hua chose a few clean spots on the ground, sat cross-legged, and took out several bottles of pale green wood-element spiritual ink from his storage bag.

Mo Hua didn’t use much wood-element spiritual ink.

His most frequently used was fire-element spiritual ink, for drawing earth-fire arrays to blast people, blasting a pile of them into silence.

Blasting people with earth-fire arrays was actually quite addictive.

This kind of pleasure is only understood by those who have experienced it.

Unfortunately, ever since he incurred the Ming Sha and had to “keep himself clean,” Mo Hua hadn’t used earth-fire arrays to blast people for a long time, nor had he experienced that pleasure for a long time.

Mo Hua felt a little regretful.

Then, he concentrated and began to draw the Yi Mu Hui Chun Zhen.

This was also his first time, seriously and with the attitude of “learning for application,” drawing this obscure and rare “medical array.”

The pale green spiritual ink, controlled by Mo Hua’s divine sense, snaked through the air and then swam into the ground, like a spiritual snake, automatically congealing into an ancient Yi Mu array with a faint scent of vegetation.

This was just a second-grade, nineteen-pattern array.

For an ordinary Zhu Ji array master, this would naturally be a “top-tier” second-grade array.

But for Mo Hua, it was quite common, and he finished drawing it in no time.

Mo Hua examined the array, then suddenly frowned.

He had indeed drawn this array.

Yet, in his heart, there was always an unbidden, strange feeling of self-doubt.

Although the array was finished, with nineteen patterns, not one missing, he still felt as if he hadn’t drawn it at all.

As if he had left something out.

No…

It wasn’t that something was missing, but rather that what was drawn didn’t seem to be this array at all.

This subtle, confusing sense of displacement left Mo Hua extremely puzzled.

But this was only his intuition; in reality, a complete Yi Mu Hui Chun Zhen lay perfectly before him.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then lay down on the array.

Spiritual energy began to circulate, passing through the array and transforming into Yi Mu Qi, penetrating his meridians, nourishing his blood and qi.

The gentle, fresh scent of vegetation even made Mo Hua feel refreshed.

“There’s no problem, though…”

Mo Hua muttered, frowning.

He then examined the entire array again, even comparing every stroke to the array diagram on the jade slip, but still couldn’t find anything wrong.

Mo Hua shook his head and temporarily stopped thinking about it.

After that, he continuously used his divine sense to control the ink, drawing five more Yi Mu Hui Chun Zhen on the ground. The entire stone room was instantly filled with Yi Mu Qi.

Mo Hua crushed spirit stones into powder, mixed them into the array, then took out a blanket and placed it over the array.

Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, feigning devotion, and prayed a few words to the “Shen Zhu.”

Once the array was running safely and confirmed to be correct, Mo Hua, with a serious expression, stood up and left.

Dan Zhu and the others had long been waiting anxiously. Seeing Mo Hua emerge, they quickly asked:

“Wu Xian Sheng, the Shen Zhu…”

Mo Hua said with a benevolent expression:

“The Shen Zhu above, compassionate to all beings, has already used his divine powers to impart to me the sacred runes for healing and saving lives. However…”

Mo Hua’s expression became somewhat solemn, “My mastery is not refined, and these sacred runes are less than one ten-thousandth of the divine power conveyed by the Shen Zhu. Whether they can truly save everyone is yet unknown…”

Mo Hua had already made it clear.

The “Shen Zhu” had imparted the Dao to him, instructing him to save people.

But if he himself was not skilled enough, and people couldn’t be saved, it was his problem, not the Shen Zhu’s lack of ability.

He would take this blame for his “Shen Zhu.”

A Wu Zhu could be questioned, but the Shen Zhu could not.

Dan Zhu, unaware of Mo Hua’s subtle intentions, was simply moved and sincerely said:

“Regardless, this is the grace of the Shen Zhu. Thank you for your efforts, Wu Xian Sheng.”

Mo Hua nodded, then said, “Carry the wounded into the room.”

The first batch of six wounded soldiers were carried into the stone room and, as per Mo Hua’s orders, placed on the Yi Mu Hui Chun Zhen.

The array activated, and the array patterns lit up one after another.

A greenish-blue light enveloped the wounded soldiers.

As time passed, wisps of fresh herbaceous energy transformed into streaks of green light, merging into the soldiers’ meridians, replenishing their blood and qi, repairing their physical bodies, and even, to a certain extent, inhibiting the crimson toxins of the Xue Ya grass.

The injuries of these soldiers were visibly improving.

The effect of the Yi Mu Hui Chun Zhen was almost instantaneous.

Even Mo Hua felt somewhat surprised.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Dan Zhu felt a sense of relief, and looking at Mo Hua, his heart was filled with admiration.

With righteous thoughts, he expelled great evil, compassionate at heart, saving lives and tending to the wounded.

Though only at the Zhu Ji realm, he possessed immense divine power; truly worthy of being “Wu Xian Sheng.”

Ba Shan and Ba Chuan, the two Jin Dan elders, and all the other Dan Que tribe Man Bing, witnessing this almost “resurrecting” mystical scene, felt even greater gratitude and reverence for Mo Hua, the “Wu Zhu Da Ren.”

Chi Feng, witnessing the scene before him, was almost incredulous.

In less than an hour, without any rituals or sacrifices, this “Wu Xian Sheng” truly communicated with the Shen Zhu?

And even on the spot, received the Dao from the Shen Zhu and drew the sacred runes to save people?

What kind of profound divine power was this?

What kind of deep divine favor?

Would the high and mighty Shen Zhu really show such favor to “humans”?

Could this “Wu Zhu Da Ren” have descended into the world by the will of the Shen Zhu?

Chi Feng’s heart was shaken, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

Mo Hua, however, was staring intently at the Yi Mu Hui Chun Zhen, his mind filled with doubt and deep contemplation.

The Yi Mu Hui Chun Zhen continuously generated Yi Mu power, nourishing the depleted blood and qi of the injured Dan Que tribe soldiers.

These pale-faced Dan Que soldiers, whose glabella had gradually darkened, saw their injuries slowly improve.

The “death qi” on them gradually receded, replaced by wisps of pale white…

“Vitality.”

As Mo Hua watched, his heart suddenly jolted, and his expression changed.

Death qi and… vitality?

Death… and life?!