37 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Chapter 37 While being cleaned, Bai Fan's wound was pulled, jolting her awake from sleep due to the sudden pain. Groggy and disoriented, she saw a group of odd-looking people circling around her. “Am I dreaming of returning to my hometown?” Bai Fan thought. “But these people don't look like they're from the modern world, all clad in animal skins, giving off a savage aura.” Unable to bear the pain in her abdomen, Bai Fan let out a moan, only to quickly hear someone call out, “Leader.” This snapped her fully awake as she realized she wasn’t dreaming. These savages were actually tending to her wounds. She saw someone apply a greenish substance to her stomach, and instantly a cooling sensation spread, dulling the pain. The gnawing, insistent agony in her abdomen was swiftly suppressed by this medicine, and the spiritual energy within her body began to repair the wound. Feeling the internal restoration process, Bai Fan sighed in relief, thinking she had avoided further torture. Exhaustion finally pulled her back into slumber. When Bai Fan awoke again, she found herself in a different place. A simple thatched hut, and a bed of straw—that’s where Bai Fan was now lying, in a very crude setting. She got up from the straw mat, wincing as her abdomen still ached slightly and her back felt uncomfortable. The thin mat was no different from sleeping directly on the uneven ground. “That Dragon Slayer Sword is truly the nemesis of the dragon race,” Bai Fan thought. Recalling the mad beggar licking her blood, she shivered. “Is my blood really that miraculous?” But knowing that the mad beggar who understood her blood was dead, and the only one who escaped was the Ghost Lantern, Bai Fan felt somewhat reassured. She believed that irritating lantern, being so cowardly, wouldn't come looking for her like the mad beggar. Getting up, she found herself already dressed, though her clothes were bloodstained and offered no fresh replacements. She touched the storage pouch at her waist and was relieved to find it intact. The items inside were irreplaceable, all of her possessions. After changing into a clean set of clothes, Bai Fan stepped outside. It was early morning, with the elderly sitting at their doorsteps and the young preparing to hunt. Seeing the primitive style of the thatched huts, Bai Fan immediately thought of a tribe. A few people noticed she was awake and started shouting excitedly. Soon, a crowd gathered around her, leaving Bai Fan confused as she couldn't understand what they were saying. “Leader.” Hearing that, Bai Fan turned and saw him pushing through the crowd with a tearful expression, only his eyes visible. His squinting eyes vividly conveyed his emotions like an abandoned lover. Bai Fan couldn't help but laugh at his antics. “Where did this kid learn that?” “I'm fine now, don't look like that.” “Oh...” “Where are Daoist Qi and Daoist Zhang?” The thief yawned and replied, “They're in the hut opposite.” “How long have I been asleep?” “You've been out for two or three days, Leader. I've been terribly worried, staying up the whole time.” Bai Fan was taken aback. She had thought she’d only slept for one night. “Then you should rest for a while,” she said. “I’ll go find Daoist Qi and Daoist Zhang.” Nodding, the thief left, yawning non-stop. The curious savages gradually dispersed as it was hard to communicate without understanding each other’s language. Following his directions, Bai Fan walked to the mentioned hut and knocked. Soon, Daoist Zhang opened the door, and upon seeing Bai Fan, exclaimed joyfully, “So it’s Miss Bai who has awoken! Are you feeling better now?” “Thank you for your concern, Daoist Zhang. I’m much better.” Bai Fan was very grateful to these two Daoists; their help throughout their journey and their patience despite all the trouble she caused were invaluable. Inside the hut, Daoist Qi greeted her warmly as well. “Miss Bai, are you well enough to travel in a couple of days?” he asked. Understanding her body's condition, Bai Fan replied, “I should be fine as long as I avoid strenuous activity and don’t aggravate the wound.” “Glad to hear it.” They had been terribly frightened by her injury that day. Luckily, the village had a wizard who, despite the crude communication via Daoist Zhang, was able to treat Bai Fan's wound. Originally, they thought the injury was beyond healing, but the wizard's skills proved unexpectedly effective. Bai Fan's severe wound miraculously began to heal under his ministrations. Unlike the two Daoists who weren’t curious about the method of treatment, Bai Fan was keen to know. Understanding what had healed her—a wound from the Dragon Slayer Sword—could mean she’d no longer fear such injuries if she learned the secret. “Do you know where the wizard is?” Bai Fan asked. “I’d like to ask about the treatment method.” Daoist Zhang immediately stood up. “Follow me, Miss Bai, I'll take you there.” Bai Fan followed him through the small village, quickly reaching the wizard's house, which was the largest in the village. Two young men guarded the door. Seeing Bai Fan and Daoist Zhang approach, one of them hurried inside while the other guardedly watched them. Daoist Zhang smiled reassuringly at Bai Fan, who waited patiently, mindful that the wizard had saved her life. Soon, the young man returned, cautiously opening the door and signaling them to enter. Bai Fan and Daoist Zhang smiled at each other and walked in. Inside, Bai Fan recognized the place where she was treated, though fewer people were present now. In the middle sat an elderly wizard, face heavily painted, long hair flowing, making it hard to distinguish gender given the minimal difference in attire among the village’s elderly. The wizard gestured for them to sit, implying to sit on the ground, as the room was covered in straw mats. Facing each other, Daoist Zhang spoke in a string of incomprehensible words, trying to communicate, while the wizard responded in equally unclear language. Finally, Daoist Zhang translated for Bai Fan, “The wizard says if you want to learn the treatment method, you must offer something in return. In their culture, learning such a secret is akin to becoming an apprentice, who must present gifts to honor their master.” Bai Fan was stunned; she hadn’t expected such formalities in a primitive village. Wondering what to offer, since her storage pouch was filled with various items, she asked Daoist Zhang, “Please ask what they need most.” Daoist Zhang relayed her question, and the wizard's eyes lit up with excitement, immediately saying a few words. “What?” Bai Fan inquired curiously. Daoist Zhang, though slightly puzzled, conveyed the response, “They are in dire need of food.” Bai Fan was surprised, thinking they’d ask for something else. Relieved, she said, “No problem, I have plenty of food. Tell them to wait a moment.” She discreetly opened her storage pouch and began taking out food items, both prepared and raw ingredients. Seeing Bai Fan seemingly produce endless food, the wizard's eyes widened in astonishment at this display of magical ability. The formerly wounded woman before him indeed had a remarkable skill. Their village had always been here, occasionally encountering cultivators like the one before them, but most of the time, they did not interact. Decades ago, some curious cultivators tried to steal their shamanic knowledge by sneaking into the village. When discovered, they killed the wizard and fled, almost causing their traditions to die out. This time, due to saving a life, they encountered another cultivator attempting to pry into their shamanic practices. The wizard could not trust easily again, so when asked for shamanic knowledge, he demanded a large amount of food, hoping to deter them. He did not expect the other party to actually meet such a demand, especially considering that in the wilderness, it would be impossible for most to gather so much food quickly. High-level cultivators rarely passed through this area; the majority were lone cultivators and low-level Qi Refiners who did not have storage pouches like Bai Fan. Carrying such an item was unusual for them. Only disciples from large sects had those, and they seldom came to this remote place. The wizard was astonished as Bai Fan continuously pulled out food from her small pouch. None of them had ever seen something so small hold so much. When Bai Fan finally finished, she asked the old wizard, “Is this enough?” Daoist Zhang translated her question. The wizard quickly nodded, then Daoist Zhang relayed back to Bai Fan, “He says it’s enough. You don’t need to take out more. He also says he can only teach you this one shamanic method, nothing else.” Hearing that the wizard agreed, Bai Fan was thrilled. Even if it was just this one, it was exactly what she wanted. She only needed to know how to treat a Dragon Slayer Sword wound, not learn all shamanic practices. “I understand. I only need to know this one method,” she said. The old wizard led Bai Fan out of the hut, destination unknown, with Daoist Zhang following and occasionally translating. The language barrier made communication quite complicated. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ There’s another chapter coming later. Thank you to the little angels who have voted for me or watered me with nourishment. Special thanks for [nutrient solution]: Shoushou 6 bottles; Thank you all for your support, I will continue to work hard! Previous Chapter | Table of Contents | Next Chapter Home | Desktop Version | Bookshelf | Novels | Popular Novels