northernbook Chapter 326 Murakami
Chapter 326 Murakami
As the flute music drew closer, a mysterious figure clad in a black robe appeared like a ghost. The robe seemed woven from the very night, its wide hem trailing on the ground, its movement like darkness flowing freely through a forest. The mysterious figure's face was hidden beneath a hood, only his eyes gleaming with a cold, eerie light, like two cold stars in the night sky, fixed intently on Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er, as if they could pierce through their very souls.
"You think you can dominate the world with such meager medical skills?" The mysterious man's voice, as if squeezed out from between clenched teeth, was icy and chilling, echoing through the silent forest and startling a flock of perched birds. Each word was like a poisoned dart, aimed directly at the two men. After speaking, the mysterious man let out a sinister, eerie laugh, the sound echoing through the woods and sending chills down their spines.
Enraged, Ye Jiuchen shielded Dongfang Wan'er behind him and, without a word, thrust his sword forward with the swiftness of a cheetah pouncing on its prey. The sword's momentum was like a rainbow, slicing through the air with a buzzing sound, its intent to kill aimed directly at the mysterious man's throat. But the mysterious man dodged the attack with a flash, as easily as a wisp of black smoke, his speed leaving only a blur in his wake.
At the same time, the mysterious figure moved his hands rapidly, chanting incantations, his fingertips flashing with blue light, instantly releasing billowing black smoke. The smoke seemed to have a life of its own, baring its fangs and claws as it enveloped the two, its pungent odor filling the air and making them want to vomit.
Although Dongfang Wan'er was afraid, her eyes remained resolute. She quickly pulled a packet of powder from the cloth bag at her waist. This powder was something she had carefully concocted, specifically to counter various illusionary spells. She took a deep breath, aimed at the densest part of the smoke, and forcefully sprinkled the powder. The moment the powder came into contact with the smoke, it made a "sizzling" sound, as if water and fire were incompatible. The smoke, as if it had met its nemesis, dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Taking advantage of the mysterious man's stunned silence, Ye Jiuchen seized the opportunity. His eyes sharpened, and he unleashed his long-practiced ultimate move. He spun rapidly like a top, his sword moving with him, creating a dense, impenetrable net of sword light that trapped the mysterious man. Unable to dodge in time, the mysterious man was slashed multiple times by Ye Jiuchen's sword, eventually collapsing to the ground, incapacitated.
Having experienced this battle, Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen deeply understood the treacherous nature of the martial world and the unpredictability of human hearts. They dared not slacken their efforts; after quickly treating their wounds, they continued along the winding path towards the next place in need of help. Their hearts were filled with both anticipation for the unknown journey ahead, hoping to bring hope and health to more people; and with a profound reverence for the treacherous nature of the martial world. Every step they took was firm and cautious, their only wish being to use their knowledge and strength to create a peaceful haven for the suffering in this chaotic world, allowing that faint light of hope to illuminate more dark corners.
On that winding and long road, time slowly passed. Soon, faint, painful groans drifted from the air ahead. The sound, like the mournful cry of a lone goose in the night sky, pierced the hearts of Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er. As if by telepathy, they exchanged a quick glance, their eyes filled with urgency and worry, and immediately quickened their pace, hurrying towards the source of the sound.
When they arrived, they saw an elderly man with white hair lying diagonally in the roadside grass. The old man's face was haggard, and the wrinkles on his face were like ravines etched by time, each one telling a story of pain. His leg was covered in blood, the crimson blood having already soaked through his tattered trousers. The wound was a horrifyingly blackened and festering place, emitting a putrid stench, clearly indicating that he had been injured for some time.
Seeing this, Dongfang Wan'er immediately crouched down, her gaze focused and serious. Her slender fingers carefully parted the clothing around the wound, meticulously examining its condition. Her brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if they could trap a fly, as she pondered the strangeness and troublesome nature of the wound. Meanwhile, Ye Jiuchen, holding a long sword, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his eyes sharp as an eagle, vigilantly scanning his surroundings. His ears were slightly perked up, not missing a single sound, lest another enemy lurk in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack.
A moment later, Dongfang Wan'er took out a set of silver needles from her medicine box and quickly sterilized them by heating them over a fire. Then, with practiced skill and precision, she inserted the needles into several key acupoints on the old man's legs to relieve his pain. Once the old man's expression eased slightly, she quickly retrieved several appropriate herbs from her medicine box, placed them in a mortar and pestle, and began to carefully grind them into a topical ointment.
At this tense and busy moment, the mysterious voice rang out again like a ghost, sounding particularly eerie and terrifying in the silent environment: "Do you think you can save everyone? This old man is poisoned with an incurable disease. Your efforts are all in vain."
Upon hearing this voice, both Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er were startled, but their actions did not falter in the slightest. Dongfang Wan'er gritted her teeth, her eyes revealing a stubbornness and determination: "There is no absolutely incurable poison in this world. As long as I don't give up, I will definitely find a cure!" With that, she decisively increased the dosage of the medicine and circulated her internal energy, slowly injecting a gentle and warm power into the herbs to help the medicine penetrate deeper into the old man's wounds.
Time ticked by, each second feeling incredibly long. Just as everyone held their breath, a miracle quietly occurred. The originally dark blood at the old man's wound gradually turned bright red, and the rotting muscle began to slowly close, regaining its vitality. The old man's complexion also gradually regained some color, no longer the deathly pale as before.
The mysterious figure seemed equally unprepared for this outcome. With a cold snort, he vanished into the vast night, leaving only a faint trace of his presence. Seeing this, Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief, their tense bodies relaxing. They carefully helped the old man up and continued on their journey, fraught with unknowns and challenges. They knew that no matter how arduous the road ahead, as long as they held fast to their unwavering belief in saving lives, they could always find a glimmer of light in the darkness, overcome all difficulties, heal more patients struggling with illness, and bring more hope and warmth to the world.
They carefully helped the old man along the way, and soon arrived at a quiet little town. At the town entrance, a group of anxious villagers were craning their necks, their eyes filled with worry and fear. As Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er's figures gradually became clearer, the villagers seemed to see the dawn in the darkness, and they rushed forward like a tide, their eyes shining with hope, constantly muttering words of help.
It turns out that this once peaceful town is now shrouded in a strange and sudden epidemic, as if trapped in a gloomy haze. Many people are tormented by the disease and are bedridden, their painful groans echoing through the town's streets and alleys, the whole town immersed in a gloomy atmosphere.