"Boom~"
"Boom~"
Just as the little bandit was about to chop at Madam Wang, and Song Biao was preparing to deliver another blow to Su Minghui. Two deafening thunderclaps sounded in the sky. Simultaneously, two bolts of lightning flashed rapidly towards the front of the tent.
"Ah..." The knife the little bandit held aloft became a conductor for the lightning. The electricity struck straight down, shredding him. He lay on the ground, his body twitching twice, eyes wide open, mouth agape, and his breath ceased.
Because he had just been injured by a hidden weapon, when the loud noise occurred, Song Biao reflexively dropped the large saber in his hand and dodged to the side. This cowardly action also saved him from being struck dead.
Lu Yuzhi and the other six quickly joined the fray. Su Muqing gathered all her energy in her palms, striking out one blow after another.
The bandits all had their heads wrapped in scarves, making them easy to identify. This time, Su Muqing was determined to take their lives, so she showed no mercy.
Every bandit she struck was sent flying, either crashing into a nearby boulder or falling to the ground. All of the bandits hit had their bodies pierced by a single palm strike. All were killed on the spot!
Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, Song Biao couldn't help but curse. Damn it! This was a huge loss. What kind of refugees were these?
Not only were they all skilled in martial arts, but they also had reinforcements? And their abilities were so terrifying! Several of his more skilled brothers had been wiped out, one by one with a single palm.
Looking at his fallen brothers, Song Biao could no longer afford to care. Taking advantage of the chaos and the crowd, he clutched his wound and fled to the back mountain, escaping back to the stronghold.
This raid was a complete failure. Not only did they gain nothing, but they also lost so many brothers. What was even more infuriating was that they couldn't easily seek revenge!
These people were clearly not ordinary folk. He feared that even the remaining hundred or so brothers in the stronghold might not be able to defeat them!
The more Song Biao thought about it, the angrier he became, but he could only endure the pain and accept the loss. Fortunately, the terrain around the main entrance of their Tiger Roar Stronghold was complex and remote, and the escape route was halfway up the mountain where fierce beasts roamed, so most people wouldn't go there. He figured these people wouldn't come to seek revenge.
On the other side.
The wind and thunder ceased, and the dust settled. Su Muqing's body trembled uncontrollably after her energy was depleted.
Lu Yuzhi, standing beside her, noticed her pale lips and sweat-soaked face, making her appear on the verge of collapse. He quickly reached out to support her. Su Muqing didn't have time to slowly consume food to replenish her strength. She gulped down several bottles of glucose and saline to prevent herself from collapsing.
After she recovered some strength, she looked at the tragic scene before her and gritted her teeth in anger. The resting place of Houxi Village at this moment resembled hell on earth. The cries of children, fathers, husbands, and the screams of the injured pierced the air, making one's heart ache.
If they hadn't returned in time, or if she hadn't transmigrated, would they all have died? Su Muqing's gaze gradually firmed. This was not the time for sentimental sorrow.
With Lu Yuzhi and the others, she arranged for the injured. Su Muqing purchased a large quantity of disinfectant alcohol, iodine, anesthetics, sterile gauze, saline, painkillers, surgical sutures, and other supplies for external wounds from the space mall.
More than ten people in Houxi Village were severely injured, all of them able-bodied laborers. Xu Fu's five guards were all injured, with Leng Ren being the most seriously wounded, his pupils already beginning to dilate. Su Minghui's condition was also not optimistic.
She distributed the purchased medicines to the uninjured, asking them to clean the wounds first. Fearing that Leng Ren would die from the pain, she directly injected him with anesthetic. However, everyone had lost too much blood. Just treating the wounds was useless.
She entered her mind and threw two gold coins into the exchange zone. "217, does the Level 4 space have blood replenishing pills and Qi replenishing pills?"
217: "Replying to the host, the cultivation mall has blood replenishing pills, Qi replenishing pills, advancement pills..."
Before 217 could finish its introduction, Su Muqing interrupted it. "That's enough. I need to upgrade immediately. Speed is of the essence!"
217: "The space is upgrading... Congratulations to the host for obtaining 4 Spiritual Fields, obtaining..."
Su Muqing felt like jumping with frustration. "Don't tell me about these things. I'll see them myself later. Just upgrade the mall for me first. I'm waiting to save lives!"
Perhaps sensing Su Muqing's anxious mood, 217 switched to high-speed mode and quickly completed the upgrade.
Su Muqing hurriedly opened the mall, and indeed, the trading pavilion no longer displayed items as unavailable for purchase. And there were blood replenishing pills and similar medicines. She quickly clicked to buy, and the system popped up a prompt: the effect would be halved if taken by someone not from the cultivation world.
Whether it was halved or not, it was better than nothing. Moreover, medicines used by cultivators would surely be faster than blood transfusions. Su Muqing decisively clicked to purchase.
Suddenly! A large red cross on the screen left Su Muqing momentarily stunned. It turned out that the trading pavilion of the cultivation mall only accepted spirit stones as currency, but spirit stones did not exist in her world.
Su Muqing was extremely anxious. Seeing the injured people writhing in pain and bleeding non-stop, she hated herself even more.
In fact, her contribution points had long been enough to upgrade the space, but she always felt her progress was too fast. And the things she did and took out were becoming increasingly miraculous, which she felt was drawing too much attention.
Moreover, throughout their journey, she had encountered almost nothing she couldn't handle, which had led to a bit of overconfidence. She thought she didn't need so much or could wait longer. She intended to save her contribution points to buy things, then trade them with others to earn more contribution points.
If she had upgraded the space earlier, she would definitely have known sooner that the cultivation trading pavilion required spirit stones, and she wouldn't be so helpless like now. It was all her fault for not having any foresight or planning.
Outside the space, Lu Yuzhi saw Su Muqing standing there blankly, her hand still tightly pressing on Leng Ren's wound. He guessed that she should be communicating with her master.
Su Muqing had told them before that her master had gone on a journey to the great worlds. Before leaving, he had placed a communicator and a teleporter on her.
Whenever she needed something or encountered something she couldn't solve, she would communicate with her master using those two magical artifacts. When her master encountered interesting things, he would also transmit them to her through the teleporter. He figured she was currently asking her master for help.
Lu Yuzhi looked at Leng Ren, who was barely breathing, and his eyes welled up with tears. He felt a pang in his heart. These ten guards were personally selected as personal guards by his king.
Even the youngest, the tenth, had been by his side since he was a child. They grew up together, trained together. The time spent with them was even longer than with their parents.
After more than a decade of constant companionship and countless life-and-death situations, although they were master and subordinate, Lu Yuzhi regarded them as brothers.
Now, seeing several of them severely injured and being unable to save them, especially seeing Leng Ren, who was on his last breath, Lu Yuzhi felt immense sadness.