Although the quality of Elder Fox’s essence blood was rely "three-tailed," after Song Yan absorbed it, he quickly gained the inherent talent of the Multi-tailed Fox Race—illusion technique.
Because of the Hundred Forms Demon Body, he swallowed Elder Fox and a Demonic Fox Shadow Puppet, thus obtaining the illusion technique, in addition to the illusion technique he practiced himself.
With the layering of illusion techniques, he now had stronger confidence.
Even facing Elder’s scrutiny, his illusion technique would not be seen through.
This gave him peace of mind.
The reason for choosing the "Multi-tailed Fox Race" essence blood as the critical "Second Crimson Palace Blood" was because it still held the potential for purification, unlike the unique "Nightmare Beast," which did not.
At this mont, he had already digested this battle, even the last one.
"Nightmare Beast Blood," "Cold Ice Hell Bracelet," and previously the "Multi-tailed Fox Race Blood," all significantly boosted his personal power.
Besides, the situation was undergoing subtle changes, at least there was more buffer between him and the Mountain and Sea Demon Race, giving him both ti and opportunity to see things more clearly.
In the bamboo hut, Song Yan opened his eyes and looked at the distorted red light on the horizon outside the window, and the ripples generated by energy collisions on the sky.
Everything was slowing down.
With Elder’s joining, the restraining of Blood Granny...
This battle was nearing its end.
Song Yan flipped his palm, pulling out the storage bag left by Sword Master Kuye, cautiously flipping through the notes, folding the two previously read letters again, then carefully checking them, before placing them back towards the end of the last notebook.
Page number, position, angle, all without any discrepancy.
After doing this, he began to sit cross-legged and wait.
At this mont, he felt he had truly turned into Bai Xiuhu, an ordinary Sword Sect disciple with so talent in Sword Dao, yet with a heart as dead as ashes, while Song Yan... was just the identity he discarded outside.
If possible, he wished his peaceful life not to be disrupted by anyone.
Suddenly, it seed as if Song Yan rembered sothing, hurriedly got up, and began quickly concocting healing decoctions, like Washing Evil Soup.
He knew how terrifying that Evil Qi thing was. For cultivators not yet in the Crimson Palace Realm, any wound inflicted by the Evil Shadow would cause the ghostly creature within the Evil Qi to try desperately to burrow into the flesh, making the wound impossible to heal.
And the Slaughter Liquid in the seclusion hall of Luoxia Bamboo Island was even more terrifying. In simple terms, Crimson Palace cultivators facing Slaughter Liquid were akin to Refining Profound cultivators facing Evil Qi.
Swish, swish...
Sizzle, sizzle...
Song Yan swiftly brewed the decoctions.
The stove in front of the courtyard flared up, and the dicine cauldron in the backyard burned bright.
Song Yan was busy here and there, picking dicines, cutting them, weighing by pound, calculating the amounts, casually tossing the pill recipe on the table.
He was sweating profusely while the fierce battle in the distance gradually slowed down over ti, completely stopping by noon.
...
At the edge of the sky, silhouettes gathered inside and outside the array shield.
They were high above, like two opposing armies across a city wall, seemingly discussing and saying sothing.
From this distance, Song Yan couldn’t hear a word.
However, he couldn’t care less about that.
Because there was sothing more urgent, more important that appeared before him, urgently needing his attention.
Many disciples descended from the sky, so covered in blood, so deathly pale, others barely clinging to life.
"Brother Bai, Brother Bai!"
"Brother Bai, over here, over here!"
There were many places in the Misty Sea where ailnts could be treated, but this battle was too brutal; elsewhere was already filled to capacity, prompting many disciples to head towards Song Yan.
Song Yan hurriedly ushered the disciples inside, taking out the prepared Washing Evil Soup, healing dicine, and quickly tending to the wounded.
Soon, the previously empty courtyard was filled with temporary beds.
Song Yan checked each one, disregarding the risk to himself, removing the Evil Qi for the injured.
Many sword cultivators had heard the story of this Bai Xiuhu, and witnessing his transformation, they were all filled with emotion, so accompanying companions, others actively helping Song Yan with serving the soup and applying ointnts, joining in the healing efforts.
After such a busy ordeal, when slightly coming back to his senses, it was already evening.
Song Yan let out a long sigh, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, looked around, suddenly asking a sword cultivator beside him: "Have you seen Junior Sister Xiaojui?"
That sword cultivator shook his head and then looked around.
A senior Refining Profound sword cultivator then loudly asked: "Has anyone seen Junior Sister Xiaojui?"
Instantly, several people spoke up.
"I saw Xiaojui; she was at the northwest corner on Cyan Moss Island, resisting the Evil Shadows trying to break into the array with other disciples. I rember it was a group of four-eyed undead vultures."
"I rember Junior Sister Xiaojui was injured, scratched on the shoulder, Evil Qi leaking, the wound wouldn’t close, continuously bleeding. I told her to quickly retreat and go for treatnt, then... didn’t notice further."
Song Yan glanced at those few people, his gaze quickly landing on a female cultivator who seed hesitant to speak.
He rembered that female cultivator. It was Junior Sister Xiaojui who brought him to this Red Leaf Island when she was injured.
Song Yan cast his gaze toward her.
The female cultivator understood, looked at Song Yan, silent for a mont, then sorrowfully said: "Junior Sister Xiaojui is already dead. Her body is currently on Cyan Moss Island, being guarded by so disciples, waiting to be dealt with after things end."
A corpse tainted with Evil Qi must be handled promptly; otherwise, if it breeds a ghost cultivator, it would be troubleso.
This point, the Nanwu Sword Sect had long reached a consensus.
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