The Rise of the Evil Sword God
Chapter 38: Healing the wounds in the cave
Yan Zilan carried Feng Yun on his back to a safe place, after searching for a while he discovered a hidden cave.
The inside of the cave was around a tree with a width of one meter and a height of two meters, and was also very deep at about twenty meters. Yan Zilan checked if there were any monsters inside the cave, but it was empty. There were some very old weapons and clothes inside the cave. Maybe it was used by humans for shelter in the forest.
Yan Zilan put Feng Yun on the ground from his back slowly, Furthermore, he took out a sheet and placed it on the ground. After putting down the bed sheet, he took Feng Yun and laid him down on the bed sheet.
Yan Zilan walked to the entrance of the cave, laid down some tree branches to cover the entrance, and set up some traps to warn the intruders. Then he lit a fire for a light source inside the cave with the help of dry wood.
He searched all the things inside the pouch and took out many spirit herbs with healing properties, in order to heal Feng Yun and him's wounds. After eating the spirit herbs, he stabilized the wound.
He chose all high or medium Grade Spirit Ranked Spirit herbs to make medicinal soup for Feng Yun. And as for the other spirit herbs, he crushed them into a medicinal powder that would help heal Feng Yun's wounds. Due to some of the liquid inside the Spirit Herbs, the powder became a paste.
Approaching Feng Yun, Yan Zilan tore off his top clothes to apply medicinal paste, he was embarrassed after seeing Feng Yun naked body, but his injuries were serious, so he did not think too much about it and focused on his injuries. Feng Yun's.
"Ahh ..." As Yan Zilan applied the paste on Feng Yun's wound, a painful scream came out from Feng Yun's mouth. Even in an unconscious state, Feng Yun's injuries were extremely painful.
"Sorry," Yan Zilan's hand instantly froze, as he whispered. His eyes became wet, a few drops of tears dripping from the corner of his eyes. He slowed down the movement of his hand and gently applied the medicinal paste on the wound to Feng Yun.
"Hm." Feng Yun slightly groaned in pain but Yan Zilan did not stop and continued to apply the medicinal paste.
After applying the paste, he took out a new robe and tore it into many long bandages. He wrapped a bandage of clothes around Feng Yun's body.
Furthermore, he brought the medicinal soup to Feng Yun, there was no spoon on it and Feng Yun could not drink the soup from his own bowl in a fainted state.
After many failed attempts, he had no choice but to do it himself. Yan Zilan looked at Feng Yun face, his face flushed red as he thought of his next plan of how he could drink soup.
He sat down near Feng Yun's head, putting his head on his soft thigh to make him comfortable while drinking the soup. He took a sip from the soup bowl but did not swallow it, bringing his head closer to Feng Yun, he kissed his lips. With the help of his hand, he slightly opened Feng Yun's mouth.
Yan Zilan did not leave Feng Yun's side, he looked at Feng Yun's face as he touched his lips, there was still a hint of soup taste left in his mouth, but he thought more of his first kiss.
his life was given to Feng Yun. Although it was to save Feng Yun's life but it was still a kiss.
Yan Zilan grabbed his hand, stroked Feng Yun's face, he placed his fingers on his lips, and rubbed them. Slowly, he fell asleep as his back leaned against the cave wall.
Yan Zilan was also injured, after he brought Feng Yun into the cave, he was exhausted to his limit, his body tired.
As the two were sleeping inside the cave, a faint light flickered within the cave due to the Fire. Slowly the night descended on the forest and a silent atmosphere appeared within the cave. After some time, the fire was extinguished and darkness appeared inside the cave. Only two heartbeats of Feng Yun and Yan Zilan could be heard inside the cave.
Feng Yun was still unconscious and lying on Yan Zila's lap, from the outside he looked like he was sleeping but inside his body there was a huge change.
The Heavenly Yang cultivation art went by itself and refined the Spirit Qi of the medicinal soup. In an emergency, Yan Zilan put all the high-grade Spirit Potions he had obtained. He had all the loot from the three people from the Spirit Gathering Realm, and he himself was also an expert of the Spirit Gathering Realm, so the amount of spirit herbs he had on him was not small.
He had placed all of these Spirit Potions to heal the body refining cultivator out of confusion. These high-grade spirit herbs all contained Spirit Qi within them.
The cultivation art of the Heavenly Yang refined Spirit Qi from the medicinal soup into Pure Yang Spirit Qi, Yang Qi spread throughout Feng Yun's body and began to heal his wounds. Firstly,
healing Feng Yun's broken bones then rushed towards Feng Yun's internal organs and began to heal them then pierced through his muscles and skin.
This healing process lasted over and over again for half a night until then Feng Yun's wounds healed by up to 60 percent.
This was the advantage of the Heavenly Yang Cultivation Art, it took half a night to heal Feng Yun's wounds by 60 percent. The Heavenly Yang cultivation art was a magic technique, it could heal from any wound at a speed many times faster.
Feng Yun was still not awake, continuing to be unconscious, sleeping on Yan Zilan's lap.