Chapter 78

Having not eaten or drunk water for about seven days, Yang Cance still managed to emit a luster as alluring as a pearl, leaving Bu Li's mind unable to settle. Although it was a common human reaction, Bu Li still blamed himself, forcibly gathered his thoughts, took a mouthful of aged liquor, and sprayed it onto Yang Cance's back.

Slightly recovering her spirit, Yang Cance fell into a deep sleep, but the liquor instantly invigorated her. A scorching pain, as if penetrating to the bone, was unbearable.

"Don't move," Bu Li said in a deep voice, his throat having turned hoarse at some point, making his tone unfamiliar even to himself.

Yang Cance knew that Bu Li was treating her fatal wounds, unsure if she would recover. She had little confidence, but Bu Li's words reignited her will to live. Although this flame had never been extinguished, it had gradually faded with the loss of her vitality, leaving very little.

Bu Li forced himself not to look at Yang Cance's lower body. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and cleared his mind. He exhaled the turbid air from his chest, and the tip of the knife in his right hand began to pick out maggots from the rotting flesh. One by one, the maggots were accurately removed. The rotten flesh was directly cut away. Bu Li sprinkled the medicinal powder he had made onto Yang Cance's back, and the blood, which was flowing profusely, quickly formed a scab and stopped.

No matter how bad the smell was, it was still better than the stench of decay.

The powder contained herbs commonly used by the remnants to remove decay and promote new tissue growth. Bu Li was proficient in pharmacology, but he was unfamiliar with most of the herbs on the Soul澜 Continent. He could only choose the ones he was confident in. Over the years, he had only a few emergency medications available. Sometimes, Bu Li felt he was unworthy of the sages who had crossed over. He knew nothing and, despite crossing over, could not use his skills. There were no ventilators, no operating tables, no emergency medications. There was little he could do.

However, the crude medications Bu Li made were still very effective. With his right hand, he used the tip of the knife to remove maggots and rotten flesh, and with his left hand, he sprinkled the medicinal powder. The bleeding quickly formed a scab and stopped. Though not a miraculous cure, it was close enough. Bu Li was satisfied with his skills, which he had maintained for so many years, still clean and efficient.

Yang Cance's wounds were completely different from those of the battle bear Wan Liqun. One was a seeping wound, the other a large, bowl-sized through-and-through injury. Therefore, Bu Li was at a loss with the battle bear's wound. At this moment, with a female disciple of the Henshan Sect nearby, Bu Li did not want to use his own blood to treat Yang Cance. Though he pitied her, it was not to the extent of Wan Liqun. Wan Liqun was a brother, and he had been injured for Bu Li's sake. Bu Li was very clear about this.

Bu Li was a good person, but not overly so.

It didn't take long for Yang Cance's back to become a bloody mess, with some areas revealing the white bone, which was quite frightening.

Holding his breath all this time, Bu Li finally exhaled. He wondered if he had been holding his breath for too long since coming to the Soul澜 Continent. Why did he have such a reaction at this moment? He felt he was worse than a beast...

Bu Li turned around without looking at Yang Cance again and said, "Xian'er, cover her up, don't let her get cold."

Cai Xiaoxian, without any ulterior motives, did as Bu Li said. She softly "hmm"ed and covered Yang Cance with a fur. Yang Cance felt the pain, numbness, and itching on her body, knowing that she had survived. Though she would surely be a cripple or have to start her cultivation from scratch, it was better than dying in the wasteland and being devoured by wolves.

Feeling the pain, numbness, and itching, Yang Cance knew she had survived. She bit her lips hard to keep from fainting, and only then did she let go. A salty, bloody taste filled her mouth, and she thought, "It's good to be alive."

After doing all this, Bu Li turned to look at the distant, desolate West Mountain, feeling a sense of loss. The West Mountain, where he had lived for ten years, was about to be left behind. The remnants of the West Mountain were still struggling. Perhaps the path he would take to the Henshan Sect was even more arduous, but Bu Li did not regret it. No matter how difficult the path, he would walk it. He had seen too many struggles of the remnants. To survive, one had to be ruthless, and Bu Li did not want this to happen to him.

He had once thought about being killed and Cai Xiaoxian being taken away. Every time he thought about this, he felt helpless and distressed. All his efforts were to survive and to live better.

Helplessness was a pain that was hard to describe. Even if it did not happen to him, Bu Li felt as if thorns were piercing his back. Today, he suffered in silence, not knowing if he could smile silently tomorrow.

The storage bag was a great invention. In the past, Dahu had to carry a large amount of luggage, most of which belonged to Cai Xiaoxian and seemed useless to Bu Li and Dahu. But Cai Xiaoxian insisted, and neither Bu Li nor Dahu could refuse.

With the storage bag, Dahu no longer had to labor like a pack horse. Bu Li took out a small pot from the storage bag, set up a stove, and Cai Xiaoxian happily cooked meat soup for Yang Cance.

Cai Xiaoxian was incredibly kind. Even though Yang Cance and Bu Li had once been enemies, after seeing Yang Cance's condition, Cai Xiaoxian's last bit of resentment vanished. Taking good care of Yang Cance and helping her recover was something Cai Xiaoxian naturally thought of.

Perhaps in Cai Xiaoxian's view, there were no good or bad people. Those Bu Li liked were good, and those he didn't like were bad, that simple. As for Hu Wu... he was not even human.

The female disciple of the Henshan Sect said nothing. Bu Li's earlier roughness had left her shaken. For some reason, she felt no hatred towards Bu Li, even though she had almost died at his hands. Looking at Bu Li's back, which was strong and full of masculinity, she gradually became entranced.

This was a true man!

After a while, Cai Xiaoxian fed Yang Cance some meat porridge. The rest was gulped down by Dahu, who didn't even mind the heat and didn't leave any for others, as if afraid someone would take it from him.

Bu Li was well aware of Dahu's gluttonous habits and could do nothing about it. If he hit him, Dahu's thick skin would not hurt. If he really hit hard, Bu Li would not bear it. He could only let Dahu be.

After tidying up, the group dispersed to rest. Bu Li did not assign anyone to keep watch. If he had to, he would do it himself.

The female disciple of the Henshan Sect was clearly inexperienced. Relying on her to keep watch was worse than Bu Li staying awake all night. Dahu, the beast, snored like thunder, and no one could wake him. Cai Xiaoxian? Bu Li couldn't bear to. As for Hu Wu, Bu Li respected him but kept his distance. Asking him questions was fine, but asking him to do something was too much.

After thinking it through, Bu Li patted Cai Xiaoxian's head and told her to take good care of Yang Cance. He then patrolled the area, finding no other large animals besides the wolves, and fell into a light sleep.

His sleep was not peaceful. Yang Cance's half-exposed, firm buttocks were like a nightmare, always in front of his eyes, tempting him to touch. The touch would surely be elastic, a primitive desire tempting Bu Li, coming from his nature and heart.

What other alluring scenes lay beneath the firm buttocks? Bu Li did not dare to think. The more he tried not to think, the more it lingered.

Women were indeed tigers. Bu Li decided not to sleep, propped himself up with his arms, and gazed at the stars, recalling the scenes of the past few days, which seemed to play out before his eyes like a calm, flowing river.

Dahu's snoring was like thunder. Sometimes, Bu Li thought that without the campfire, the wolves would not dare to approach. The snoring alone was enough to scare away ghosts and gods, let alone the cautious and timid wolves.

Cai Xiaoxian and Yang Cance were huddled under a fur, with Cai Xiaoxian's small hand on Yang Cance's body, ready to wake up if anything changed. Yang Cance's face was already looking better, no longer like a corpse.

The female disciple of the Henshan Sect was sleeping soundly by the pit. As for Hu Wu, whether he was sleeping or not, he seemed like a ghost, showing no difference.

At midnight, Bu Li suddenly felt the ground trembling. Something large was approaching.

He sprang up from the ground, light and silent. He crouched down, pressed his ear to the ground, and listened carefully. One, weighing about three tons. In an instant, Bu Li estimated the basic information.

He woke Dahu, and the two disappeared into the night.

In the darkness, both Bu Li and Dahu felt at home, like they were in the mountains, with no fear, only a familiar feeling. Or rather, they did not disappear but merged into the night.

Hu Wu watched Bu Li and Dahu's figures blend into the night, a smile appearing on his withered face under the black hood. This child, who had lived with Cai Xiaoxian for eight years, had the purest natural aura deeply ingrained in his bones. It showed in his every move, very casual, as if he were a child of nature.

Child of nature, a strange and distant name. Hu Wu thought of his experiences in that wondrous world many years ago, wondering what kind of charm he had in that world, whether he had charmed all the elven girls.

Thinking about it, Hu Wu scolded himself. Of course, he had been charming, with his every word and action. How could any girl resist?

He... Sigh, even the most powerful existence could not resist the flow of time.

Hu Wu sighed slightly.