446: Familiar Yet Unfamiliar
After that day, Yun Qingyue's attitude when facing Jiang Mo was no longer as forthright as before.
Jiang Mo still wanted to use the excuse of applying dicine to disturb her senior sister's composure, but unfortunately, spiritual dicines in the cultivation world were extrely effective. Let alone the fact that she hadn't been injured at all—even if she had been, after one application, the wound would have healed seventy to eighty percent. Combined with her divine beast constitution's natural robustness, using this excuse again would be too obvious; she couldn't treat others like fools.
Fortunately, this impasse was only temporary, because as the spirit boat continued its journey, they encountered persecuted Buddha Sect disciples more than once. Each ti they offered assistance, occasionally capturing enemies, though in the end they could never keep a single prisoner alive.
On this day, Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue rescued another group of Buddha Sect disciples.
As usual, the two handled the aftermath. Once everything was settled and they had bid farewell to the rescued party, Jiang Mo pointed to a small wound on her shoulder and said to Yun Qingyue: "Ah Yue, I'm injured again. Could you help
treat the wound?"
As she spoke, she gazed pitifully at Yun Qingyue, but this wasn't the first ti such a thing had happened recently. Since encountering Tan Ming, whenever Jiang Mo faced enemies, she would invariably return with so minor injury—a bruise here, a scrape there, nothing serious. At first, Yun Qingyue had been fooled and worried about her, but by now she was completely unmoved.
Now, Yun Qingyue rely glanced indifferently at Jiang Mo's shoulder, indeed noticing the torn robe with a trace of bright red blood. However, for soone accustod to life on the road where injuries were commonplace, she could tell the severity of the wound at a glance.
Knowing full well the other's little sche, she tried to restrain herself, but finally couldn't help saying: "It looks very serious. Another mont and the scab will be falling off, right?"
Given the divine beast's robust constitution, Yun Qingyue's words weren't a joke at all.
Hearing this, Jiang Mo could only laugh dryly while surreptitiously moving her shoulder to prevent the wound from healing too quickly: "Not at all! How could that be? My injury is really painful, and only Ah Yue's dicine can make it heal faster."
Looking at her, Yun Qingyue found her childish. Recalling that mont of enchantnt and heart flutter from before, she doubted whether it had been an illusion—how could this person before her make her heart flutter? She was clearly still an immature child, only causing others to worry.
As she thought about it, the feeling of her heart fluttering faded away, but Jiang Mo remained oblivious.
Seeing that her senior sister didn't want to engage, Jiang Mo was about to say sothing more to persist, when suddenly she sensed sothing. She imdiately put away all her frivolity and hastily pulled out the stack of jade tokens stored in her space, unsurprisingly finding one that was flashing and growing hot... Without a doubt, soone was in danger, and not too far from them.
The two had rescued many Buddha Sect disciples on their journey, but this was the first ti they had encountered two attacks in such quick succession. Jiang Mo imdiately set aside her own little sches and urgently reminded Yun Qingyue: "Ah Yue, sothing's happened again. Let's hurry!"
Rescue missions had beco a habit for the two in recent days. Seeing this, Yun Qingyue didn't concern herself with anything else and quickly piloted the spirit boat toward their target.
The spirit boat flew swiftly, but faced with the sudden distress call, it clearly wasn't fast enough. Before long, Yun Qingyue stored the spirit boat away again. Then she transford back into her Swan Goose form and spread her wings to fly. Only this ti, Jiang Mo didn't have the privilege of riding on her senior sister's back—instead, the Swan Goose gripped her by the collar and carried her along...
The little tiger, held by the scruff of her neck like a kitten, swayed in midair, completely deflated.
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The Swan Goose's flight was extrely fast. In roughly a quarter hour, the two arrived at their destination thousands of miles away. However, this ti the white phoenix's appearance didn't cause amazent and attention, because the battle had already ended.
The person who had sent the distress call was dead, as were the attackers. All that remained were corpses strewn across the ground, with a stench of blood so thick it made one nauseated.
Flying in midair, the Swan Goose released her talon, and Jiang Mo floated gently down. As soon as her foot touched the ground, she heard a faint "squelch," followed by a splash of bloody water.
Her heart imdiately sank. Since coming to the cultivation world, she had seen death and tragedy before, but the scene before her still weighed heavily on her heart. This was probably the largest group of Buddha Sect disciples they had encountered since leaving the Buddha Sect—over a hundred people including elders and disciples. Now all of them had lost their lives, collapsed on the ground.
In addition, there were black-clad assassins lying on the ground, their numbers even greater than the Buddha Sect mbers. The blood of all these people had converged in one place, forming a pool that left Jiang Mo, standing there, completely at a loss.
Faced with this field of corpses, having arrived too late, she didn't know what to do.
Fortunately, soone made the decision for her—Yun Qingyue, who had transford back into human form and descended. Her landing was light, her shoe soles barely stained with a touch of crimson: "Why are you just standing there? Check if there are any survivors."
These words reminded Jiang Mo. From receiving the distress call to arriving, only a quarter hour had passed. This ti wasn't long, but it wasn't particularly short either. At the very least, this team of over a hundred Buddha Sect disciples wasn't weak, and even facing stronger enemies, they should have had so self-preservation ability in the short term—even if only using treasures to block for a while, they should have been able to hold out until the two arrived for rescue.
Everything had happened too quickly. Perhaps there was soone who had escaped the net?
Jiang Mo imdiately beca energized, but without ti to check each person individually, she released her divine sense to quickly scan the surroundings.
The condition of those before her was disappointing—the fallen truly had not a trace of life left. However, not far away in the forest, there was still a faint aura, indicating a survivor.
"Ah Yue, soone's still alive over there. I'll go check!" Her heart leapt with joy, and after leaving these words, she strode toward the forest.
As soon as Jiang Mo set off, Yun Qingyue hurriedly followed, while reminding her: "Don't rush. Be careful before confirming their identity—it could be an assassin who escaped."
The scene before them appeared to be a mutual destruction, so the identity of the survivor was unknown.
Jiang Mo clearly heeded the advice, hastily acknowledging before continuing forward. The two quickly found the source of that faint, weak aura. When they caught sight of the figure leaning against a tree trunk in the distance, they lowered their guard by seventy to eighty percent—dressed in monk's robes, with a shaved head, and faint Buddhist light surrounding him, who else could he be but a Buddha Sect disciple?
A survivor!
Jiang Mo's anxious heart relaxed sowhat. Though many had died, saving one was better than none. She rushed over without hesitation, seeing from afar the large amount of blood staining the monk's robes, which aroused more concern.
"Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist, are you alright?" Jiang Mo crouched down and pushed the person, trying to wake him.
The young-looking monk leaned against the tree trunk, eyes tightly shut, seemingly unconscious.
After pushing several tis without waking him, Jiang Mo worried his injuries were serious and quickly took out a healing pill to put in his mouth. Fortunately, dicinal pills in the cultivation world dissolved upon entry and worked quickly. After a few breaths, the person slowly opened his eyes.
He first coughed lightly, a flash of confusion passing through his eyes, then covered his wound and said vigilantly: "Who are you?"
Jiang Mo noticed his hands already forming a mudra, appearing ready to fight to the death at any mont. She hastily raised both hands to show harmlessness: "Don't be nervous, I'm here to rescue you. I've contacted your group before, and you sent out a distress call with the jade token when you were attacked, don't you rember?" As she spoke, she took out the still glowing, hot jade token to show him.
The young monk's gaze quickly swept over the jade token, and after seeing it clearly, he seed to believe Jiang Mo's words. His vigilance gradually dissipated. After a pause, he said hoarsely: "You ca..."
Hearing this, Jiang Mo felt sowhat apologetic and lowered her eyes slightly: "I'm sorry we arrived too late."
By now, Yun Qingyue had already arrived and was observing their conversation and actions. She didn't say anything, leaving Jiang Mo to handle the situation. Seeing the little tiger apologize with a guilty expression, she rely watched from the side. Only after Jiang Mo had finished apologizing did she suddenly speak: "May I ask your Dharma na, fellow Daoist? You look sowhat familiar to ."
Hearing this, Jiang Mo didn't think much of it, assuming that given the good relationship between Xuanqing Sect and Buddha Sect, it wasn't surprising that her senior sister had seen this person before. She looked at him a couple of tis and instead said: "I actually find this fellow Daoist quite unfamiliar."
Of course, finding soone familiar or unfamiliar was normal, given that the Buddha Sect had thousands of disciples.
But upon hearing their completely different remarks, the young monk's face suddenly changed. He flipped his palm and quickly struck out at Jiang Mo, aiming directly at her injured shoulder.
This caught Jiang Mo completely off guard. She froze, her reaction naturally delayed by half a beat. Fortunately, Yun Qingyue beside her had been vigilant and pulled her away in ti, preventing the strike from landing. Even so, the attacker's wide sleeve brushed against her shoulder wound, instantly causing a sharp pain as if struck by a fierce steel whip.
The White Tiger's defense was strong, but a newly healed wound was naturally a weak point. Despite Jiang Mo's typically tough hide, this strike made her inhale sharply in pain—completely genuine this ti.
She covered her wound with one hand, watching her senior sister engage with the opponent, and hastily warned: "Be careful, he's Fusion stage!"
Indeed, this fake monk pretending to be injured was a Fusion cultivator. It was precisely because both sides were at the sa cultivation level that Jiang Mo had been easily struck, suffering a sneak attack.
After her rebirth and nirvana, Yun Qingyue's cultivation had also leaped to Fusion stage, not inferior to Jiang Mo. Hearing Jiang Mo's words, she remained calm, after all, even if the opponent was Fusion stage, they still had a two-against-one advantage.
The fake monk clearly understood this too, so he didn't engage with Yun Qingyue. After landing one strike, he deflected her incoming attack and floated away. Before the two could give chase, they heard his voice carrying from afar: "Rather than chasing , Jianbing would do better to check your wound." After finishing, he let out several loud laughs, full of villainous flair.
Yun Qingyue had initially wanted to give chase, but upon hearing these words, she imdiately stopped and turned to tear open the cloth on Jiang Mo's shoulder.
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