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Chapter 323 The Man in the Box

Beside the SUV, Feng Lu directed his disciples to carefully unload boxes of medicinal herbs from the truck and load them into the SUV's trunk. Feng Wenyuan stood to the side, checking each item on a list, while Feng Yue remained somewhat absent-minded, his gaze frequently drifting towards the distant mountains.

Suddenly, Feng Lu stopped moving.

He was carrying a wooden box that was half a person tall. This box was much heavier than the other medicine boxes, and the seal was very tight. At the same time, Feng Lu could smell a faint smell of blood.

"Wait." Feng Lu frowned, gently setting down the wooden box and bringing it closer. The faint smell of blood became more pronounced. He glanced back at Feng Wenyuan and Feng Yue, lowering his voice, "Third Master, Fourth Master, this box... something's not right."

Feng Wenyuan's expression hardened, and he quickly approached. Feng Yue also withdrew his wandering gaze and focused intently on the box.

The wooden crate was about half a person's height, made of ordinary material, and no different from other crates used to transport medicinal herbs. However, the seal was exceptionally tight, almost completely covering the gaps in the lid. But at this moment, upon closer inspection, one could smell a very faint, yet definitely not medicinal, metallic odor.

Feng Lu crouched down, tapping lightly on the lid of the box with his fingers; the sound was dull. He carefully examined the seal—it was indeed the Feng family's usual mark, and the date was recent. "It's definitely our box, but this smell of blood..."

Feng Wenyuan raised his hand to signal him to be quiet, his sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings. The parking area was secluded; apart from them and the two trucks, there was no one else around. Occasionally, vehicles would pass by on the highway in the distance, but they wouldn't stop.

"Open it," Feng Wenyuan said in a deep voice.

Feng Lu nodded, took out a small knife from his waist, and carefully cut along the edge of the seal. Feng Yue also stepped forward, blocking the box from the road, his body slightly turned to the side, subtly blocking any possible gazes from them.

The seal was broken, and the lid of the box was opened a crack.

A strong, pungent smell of blood mixed with the bitterness of herbs wafted towards him. Feng Lu's pupils contracted, and his hands moved faster, completely lifting the lid of the box.

The sight inside the box made all three of them gasp for breath.

The neatly stacked medicinal herbs that I had expected were gone, replaced by a person huddled at the bottom of the box.

She was a young woman, dressed in a blue Taoist robe stained with dark red blood, the hem embroidered with cloud and thunder patterns of Longhu Mountain. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face ashen, her lips bloodless, and her breath barely audible. Her robe was torn in several places, with dark bloodstains seeping from her shoulders and abdomen, clearly indicating serious injuries. She clutched a sheathed longsword tightly to her chest, the hilt engraved with the unique runes of Longhu Mountain.

The woman looked disheveled, her hair was messy and covered in grass clippings and dust, but Feng Wenyuan and Feng Yue both recognized her face—it was Mo Han, the last disciple of Zhang Nanshan, the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.

"It's her..." Feng Yue exclaimed softly, his eyes filled with shock.

Feng Wenyuan regained his composure faster than Feng Yue. He bent down to check Mo Han's breathing and then took her pulse, his brows furrowing: "Her breathing is weak, her pulse is erratic, her internal injuries are serious, and she has lost too much blood. But she is still alive."

"How did she end up hiding in our medicine truck? And injured like this?" Feng Lu asked anxiously, his gaze sweeping over the two trucks and the disciples accompanying them. "Was there anything unusual during the transport?"

The disciple in charge of escorting the goods was also horrified, shaking his head repeatedly: "Brother Lu, everything was normal along the way. We checked the boxes when they were loaded onto the truck; the seals were intact. We had no idea what was inside..."

"Now is not the time to pursue this. The exciting chapter 'Chapter 323 The Man in the Box' is now online, click to read it!" Feng Wenyuan interrupted him, making a decisive decision, "Carry the person out, be careful."

Feng Lu and another disciple rushed forward and carefully lifted Mo Han out of the box. She was frighteningly light, her body limp and unconscious. Feng Wenyuan quickly took off his outer robe and spread it on the back seat of the SUV, so that his disciple could lay her flat on it.

Feng Yue followed to the car, looking at Mo Han's pale face and the glaring bloodstains on her Taoist robe, his expression was extremely ugly: "The people from Longhu Mountain... injured like this, hiding in our Feng family's medicine cart... this is definitely not simple."

Feng Wenyuan took out a small white jade bottle from his robes, poured out a fragrant pill, and carefully fed it to Mo Han, then used his spiritual power to help it dissolve. This was a life-saving elixir he always carried with him; its medicinal properties were mild yet its effects were potent.

"Her appearance here, coinciding with the gathering of various factions at Yunyin Mountain to search for the 'Holy Maiden'..." Feng Wenyuan pondered, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, "is probably related to the death of her master, Zhang Tianshi. Her hiding like this must mean someone wants to harm her."

"Could it be inside Longhu Mountain..." Feng Yue stammered, a chill creeping down his spine. After Zhang Nanshan's death, Zhang Qingyuan temporarily took charge of Longhu Mountain, He Qingyun went out to investigate clues, and Mo Han's whereabouts were unknown. Now, Mo Han had escaped seriously injured, and the implications were chilling.

A moment after taking the pill, Mo Han's breathing seemed to stabilize slightly, but she remained unconscious.

Feng Wenyuan quickly made a decision: "This matter must not be publicized. The medicinal herbs will be transported back as usual, and Mo Han will be secretly taken back to the mountain by us. Xiao Lu, you take your men to continue unloading and loading the goods, everything as usual, do not give anything away. Seal the boxes as they were, and deal with them when we get back."

"Yes!" Feng Lu immediately agreed and turned to make the arrangements.

Feng Wenyuan and Feng Yue got into the SUV. Feng Yue sat in the driver's seat, while Feng Wenyuan stayed by Mo Han's side, continuously protecting her heart meridian with gentle spiritual energy.

The car started and slowly drove away from the parking area. Feng Yue glanced at the truck and his disciples through the rearview mirror, then looked at the unconscious Mo Han beside him, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

As they drew closer to Cloud Hidden Mountain, its gate came into view. But Feng Yue knew that beneath this seemingly tranquil mountain forest, turbulent currents were already surging. Mo Han's appearance was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, bound to stir up unpredictable waves.

"Should we go straight back to our place?" Feng Yue asked.

Feng Wenyuan's gaze passed through the windshield and landed on the misty mountain peak. He then took out his phone and dialed Chen Anran's number.

A few seconds later, Chen Anran's voice came through, calm and as usual: "Senior Feng."

"Young friend Chen," Feng Wenyuan said bluntly, "something has happened. On our way to pick up medicinal herbs, we found Mo Han, the last disciple of Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain. She was seriously injured and unconscious, and she was hidden in our medicine box."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. When Chen Anran spoke again, her voice remained calm: "Is the person still alive?"

"She's alive, but her injuries are serious. I've given her a heart-protecting pill."

"Then I'll trouble Senior Feng to take her back to the Feng Clan's Hundred Herbs Pavilion. I'll come personally." Chen Anran added, "Be careful on the road, and don't let anyone see you."

"I understand." Feng Wenyuan hung up the phone and looked at Feng Yue in the driver's seat. "Back to Baicao Pavilion."

Meanwhile, inside the resort, Chen Anran put away his phone and said calmly to Feng Xiaolu and the other two beside him, "I have some things to take care of. You guys continue your patrol. If any disciples from different sects ask, just say you can't explain it clearly."

I'm currently reading Chapter 323, "The Man in the Box," and I'm completely engrossed in it.