Chapter 66

Ye Qing hurriedly apologized to Qin Xianyu, then went to Lord Liu's side. First, he bowed to the young lady, and then, without regard for propriety, he quickly squatted down to examine Lord Liu's injuries.

Lord Liu was the greatest support for the mission to the Chancellor's residence, with an inner strength of eight inches, just one step away from the nine-inch inner strength of a grandmaster in martial arts.

The ambush here, with the two divine mechanism crossbows, was specifically aimed at Lord Liu.

If something happened to Lord Liu, the journey back to the Chancellor's residence would be fraught with danger. As in this case, Lord Liu was restrained by the divine mechanism crossbows, and an inner strength expert was sent to hold Ye Qing back, making it difficult for the others to resist.

Su Wenxiu held a wooden box and looked at Grandpa Liu on the ground, feeling very worried.

Since the young Taoist priest saved her, she had stayed by Grandpa Liu's side. Unfortunately, she knew nothing about medicine and could only stay by his side, helpless in the face of his injuries.

Ye Qing squatted down and examined for a long time, his expression serious. He said, "A piece of flesh has been torn from his shoulder, and the wound on his waist is even more severe, with a large piece of flesh cut away by the crossbow bolt, even breaking his ribs. Fortunately, Lord Liu, with his experience, sealed his acupoints before losing consciousness, slowing the blood flow. Otherwise, the shoulder wound alone could have caused him to bleed to death, let alone the more severe waist injury."

Su Wenxiu sighed, "With such severe injuries, what about Grandpa Liu...?"

"Although Lord Liu is older and his blood and qi are not as vigorous as in his prime, with his cultivation of eight-inch inner strength, his vital energy is strong and his vitality is active. As long as he is treated properly, there should be no danger to his life."

As he spoke, Ye Qing had already taken out the wound medicine and sprinkled it on the wound. "Lord Liu has sealed his acupoints, so the blood flows slowly, and there is no massive bleeding to wash away the medicine. After I apply the medicine and bandage him, we just have to wait for him to regain consciousness. Unfortunately, he is unlikely to wake up in the next two days, and he will probably not be able to act for a month."

Applying the medicine and bandaging the wound were routine tasks for Ye Qing, and it didn't take long to finish.

He looked up.

The young Taoist priest, whose skills were almost superhuman, was squatting on the ground, apparently treating the injured.

"At such a young age, with such astonishing martial arts skills, and this person can still find time to learn medicine?"

Ye Qing was surprised for a moment, then called his subordinates.

The Chancellor's guards were all skilled and experienced, and they were currently treating their own injured.

At this time, most of the enemy's injured had already been finished off, and only a few with lighter injuries were tied up and kept alive.

"Commander Ye, the brothers with minor injuries can apply the wound medicine and bandage themselves. But there are nearly ten brothers with severe injuries, bleeding profusely, and the medicine is washed away by the blood, unable to stop the bleeding." The man's face was sad, his eyes red, and he whispered, "In addition, three brothers have lost their arms, unable to stop the bleeding or bandage themselves, and have already fallen unconscious."

Lord Liu, with his eight-inch inner strength, was unconscious for two to three days after being injured in the shoulder and waist. How much more so for the others? Although martial artists are strong and robust, they cannot withstand such severe injuries. Moreover, among the severely injured, many had injuries even more severe than Lord Liu's.

Su Wenxiu clenched her teeth and said, "We have been out of the city for half a day, and it's too late to return. The next city is a full day's journey away, and there is only one inn within ten miles, with no doctors."

Ye Qing glanced around and sighed, "Even if there were skilled doctors, these brothers couldn't survive the ten-mile journey. Moreover, the injuries of those ten or so brothers are indeed too severe. Even the famous doctors of Qingyuan Prefecture might find it difficult to treat them."

Su Wenxiu stood up and looked at everyone. They were all loyal guards of the Chancellor's residence, who had risked their lives for the Chancellor. How could this gentle and quiet woman remain calm in such a tragic situation?

She felt a pang of sympathy and said softly, "What should we do?"

Ye Qing gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "We don't know what other ambushes the enemy has set. We must set off early, and these brothers... we will have to leave them behind."

Su Wenxiu's body trembled, and her face turned pale.

"Looking at the dense forests on both sides, which lead straight into the mountains, there should be snakes."

A voice sounded, and it was Qin Xianyu, who was squatting and treating the injured.

Everyone turned to look and saw the young Taoist priest, still treating the injured, but speaking calmly, "There is a blood-clotting herb, with one plant divided into three branches, each branch having five or six leaves, long and slender, green and blue, with yellow tips."

"Crushing this blood-clotting herb and applying it to the wound can stop the bleeding. The crushed grass has a sticky quality, so it won't be washed away by the blood, making it more effective than the medicine."

"The blood-clotting herb mostly grows near snake dens, especially those of venomous snakes. Most of you have experience traveling, so you should be able to quickly find the dens of venomous snakes and collect some of the blood-clotting herb, but be careful of the venomous snakes."

Everyone was stunned.

Many were severely injured, and every moment of delay increased the danger. Qin Xianyu, displeased, shouted, "Why aren't you going?"

Su Wenxiu, as if waking from a dream, said, "Quickly, two of you, come with me to collect the herbs."

With that, she led two people and hurried into the forest.

At this moment, two people rushed out from the western forest, their faces full of panic. Seeing the people in the clearing, they were even more frightened and quickly turned to head in Su Wenxiu's direction.

Behind them, two deputy leaders of the Chancellor's residence, leading a few people, were chasing after them.

These two were among the bandits who had been guarding the divine mechanism crossbows. After destroying the crossbows, the bandits were pursued, and only two remained, fleeing in panic and stumbling into this place.

Ye Qing's face changed, and he exclaimed, "Not good."

Turning his head, he saw that one of the Chancellor's guards accompanying the young lady had been caught off guard and was cut down from behind, while the other guard, realizing the situation, was fighting back.

The bandit who had cut down the guard saw an opportunity and lunged at Su Wenxiu, intending to capture her to use as a hostage to ensure his safety. Otherwise, once the guards behind caught up, he would have no chance of escape.

Su Wenxiu was seized, but she struggled and managed to break free.

The bandit stumbled back a few steps, colliding with a tree. In a panic, he tried to grab her again.

At that moment, a breeze blew through the clearing.

It was a gentle breeze, neither too fast nor too slow, light as smoke, thin as a wing.

The breeze settled, and there stood a young Taoist priest with a clear and refined demeanor.

The young Taoist priest held a sword and, from above, brought it down in a single stroke.

The young Taoist priest and the bandit were separated by a tree.

But he ignored the tree and brought the sword down.

Thus, the sword struck the tree.

A straight vertical mark appeared on the tree trunk.

The sword mark was so fine that it did not even cut through the tree, and if one had not seen it happen, it would be hard to notice the mark on the tree.

The bandit, leaning against the tree, stiffened and fell forward. On his back, there was a straight wound, running from his neck down, almost splitting his spine in two.

Everyone who saw this stood in shock.

The young Taoist priest, separated by the tree, brought down the sword in a straight line, killing the bandit.

The tree, which required two people to encircle, seemed as if it were nothing, easily pierced by the sword.

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