Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 151 The traces of the demonic cult

Ma Ziyan squatted in a corner of the cave, rubbing stones vigorously, trying to produce sparks. After trying again and again, her forehead was covered with sweat and her hands were shaking from excessive effort.

Finally, a spark bloomed in the darkness. She hurriedly and carefully nurtured the weak flame and added dry firewood. After a while, a warm bonfire burned brightly in the cave.

Ma Ziyan walked over to Xu Tian and gently undressed him. Seeing the inflamed and festering wound, she couldn't help but gasp, tears blurring her eyes again.

"Xu Tian, ​​I'm sorry, it will hurt, but I have to do this." Her voice trembled with deep guilt and helplessness.

Ma Ziyan first took off her wet clothes and put them by the fire to dry. The firelight illuminated her face, outlining her resolute features.

After the clothes dried, she quickly put them on and walked over to Xu Tian again. She picked up the torch and looked at Xu Tian's heart-wrenching wound, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.

"Xu Tian, ​​be patient, it will be fine soon." Ma Zi Yan took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and hardened her heart to bring the torch close to Xu Tian's wound.

"Ah!" The intense pain woke up the unconscious Xu Tian suddenly, and he let out a loud scream of pain.

Ma Zi Yan was startled by the sudden shout, but her hand still held the torch firmly, not daring to shake it at all.

"Xu Tian, ​​you'll be fine soon, hold on!" she said as she continued to treat the wound.

There was a sizzling sound from the wound, accompanied by a burning smell. Xu Tian's body trembled continuously, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Finally, Ma Zi Yan moved the torch away, and Xu Tian fell unconscious again due to the severe pain.

Ma Ziyan looked at Xu Tian's pale face, her heart aching. She gently wiped the sweat from Xu Tian's forehead, and then tore her clothes into strips with trembling hands.

"Xu Tian, ​​you will definitely get better." As she said this, she carefully bandaged Xu Tian's wound.

After treating her wounds, Ma Zi Yan walked out of the cave again to look for herbs and water.

In the moonlight, she searched carefully in the grass. Every time she found a potentially useful herb, a glimmer of hope would flash in her eyes.

"Found it!" Ma Zi Yan excitedly picked a herb and put it in her arms.

After gathering all the herbs, she searched for water and finally found a clear stream at the foot of a mountain not far away.

Ma Zi Yan scooped up the cool stream water with both hands and drank it in big gulps, then filled a bamboo tube and hurried back to the cave.

Back in the cave, Ma Zi Yan discovered that Xu Tian's high fever had not subsided.

"What should I do?" Her eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness.

Without any hesitation, Ma Zi Yan sat next to Xu Tian and hugged him tightly in her arms, hoping to cool him down with her body temperature.

"Xu Tian, ​​you must get better. I can't lose you." She whispered in Xu Tian's ear, her voice gentle but firm.

As the night deepened, the fire in the cave gradually dimmed. Ma Ziyan's eyelids grew heavier, but she still dared not fall asleep. She hugged Xu Tian tightly, feeling his weak breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky began to turn pale. Ma Ziyan opened her tired eyes and immediately checked on Xu Tian's condition.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that Xu Tian's high fever seemed to have subsided slightly.

"That's great, it must be effective." Ma Zi Yan showed a relieved smile on her face.

She gently put Xu Tian down, stood up, changed the herbs for him again, and fed him some water.

Xu Tian was still unconscious, but Ma Ziyan believed that he would wake up.

Time passed slowly as they waited, the afternoon sun streaming into the cave through the entrance. Ma Ziyan sat beside Xu Tian, ​​her eyes never leaving his face.

Suddenly, Xu Tian's fingers moved slightly.

Ma Zi Yan's eyes widened instantly, she held her breath, and stared at Xu Tian closely.

"Xu Tian, ​​Xu Tian, ​​can you hear me?" Her voice was full of anticipation and nervousness.

Xu Tian slowly opened his eyes, his eyes confused and weak.

"Zi Yan..." His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Ma Ziyan was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes, "You finally woke up, you finally woke up!"

Xu Tian tried hard to force a smile, "I'm sorry to have made you worried..."

Ma Ziyan wiped her tears and said, "Don't talk, have a good rest, you will get better."

In the following days, Ma Ziyan continued to take good care of Xu Tian.

In Xihai City, the streets were bustling with people and traffic, a cacophony of noise rising and falling. Yet, amidst this clamor, Tengchong, the Tenth Elder of the Nine Emperors Pavilion, wore a solemn expression, burdened by his worries. His imposing figure was closely followed by the uneasy Man Jiawen.

Tengchong was dressed in a black robe, the corners of which fluttered in the wind, and the jade pendant at his waist shimmered, highlighting his noble status. His eyes were deep, like a bottomless cold pond, making it difficult to understand his inner thoughts.

At this moment, the jade pendant in Tengchong's hand suddenly shone with light, and a mysterious wave of power came from it. He frowned slightly, and after reading the message in the jade pendant, his face instantly turned gloomy.

"The city lord has sent news that dozens of warriors died after their cultivation was drained away in the Haifeng Mountains north of Xihai City." Tengchong whispered to himself, his voice full of confusion and shock.

Man Jiawen, who was standing by, trembled involuntarily when he heard the news, his eyes filled with extreme panic. His face turned pale instantly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Tengchong keenly noticed Man Jiawen's abnormality. He turned his head, stared at Man Jiawen with a sharp gaze, and asked sternly, "Man Jiawen, why are you so panicked? Do you know something?"

Man Jiawen's heart tightened under Tengchong's gaze. He stammered, "Elder, I... I just thought that Lin Feng might not be dead yet. If he shows up again, I'm afraid it will cause more trouble, so I'm a little scared."

Tengchong snorted coldly, a hint of suspicion in his eyes: "Lin Feng? Humph, if it is really him who did it, I will definitely not let him go. But this matter may not be that simple."

Man Jiawen quickly nodded in agreement: "Elder, you are wise, maybe it really is not Lin Feng." But his eyes were erratic and he did not dare to look Tengchong in the eye.

Tengchong said no more. He flashed and transformed into a dark shadow, rushing towards the Sea Breeze Mountains. Seeing this, Man Jiawen also quickly activated his skills and followed closely behind.

The Haifeng Mountains, with their undulating peaks and rolling hills, stretched endlessly. Mist shrouded the mountains, and towering trees shone into the sky, exuding a mysterious and eerie atmosphere. When Tengchong and Man Jiawen arrived at the site of the dozens of bodies, a strong, bloody odor filled their nostrils, making them nauseous.