Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 125 Prelude to the Counterattack

"How could this happen? More than 80% of Miss Chen's bones are shattered, and a small portion of them are pulverized... Her internal organs are damaged, her meridians are disordered, her magical power is lost, and her consciousness is scattered..."

Du Fan's breathing quickened, his hands trembled, and he became somewhat at a loss.

"Miss Chen, wake up. What happened when you fell into the pool?" Du Fan composed himself and gently patted Chen Ruxiang's shoulder, trying to wake her up, but the woman remained unconscious.

Given Chen Ru's current situation, Du Fan dared not make any big moves. After a period of agitation, he gradually calmed down.

A moment later, Du Fan flicked his finger, and a cyan medicine bottle appeared in his hand; it was a bottle of Bone-Regenerating Pills.

He popped the bottle cap open, poured out two cyan pills, swallowed them, and began to circulate his internal energy to refine the medicinal power.

After a short while, Du Fan felt a slight tingling or itching sensation at the broken bones in his body, indicating that they were beginning to heal.

Although it hasn't fully healed yet, it's only a matter of time, and I believe it will be fine in a few more hours.

At the same time, he used his divine sense to examine his body and found that his internal organs were intact, his meridians were normal, and there were no other internal injuries. So, despite the pain of broken bones, he moved his body and fed Chen Ru two bone-healing pills.

However, the next moment, he frowned. Chen Ru was now like a vegetable, unable to swallow the pill on her own.

He swayed a few times, struggled to get up, walked to the stream, and without caring whether the water might be harmful, he first gulped down several mouthfuls.

However, the coldness of the stream exceeded his expectations. Du Fan felt the water was as cold as ice and immediately shivered.

Finally, with a mouthful of stream water in his mouth, he staggered over to Chen Ru, squatted down, and then leaned down to kiss her two fragrant lips.

Du Fan didn't care about the slippery feeling in his mouth. He just focused on pouring the stream water from his mouth into the other person's mouth, and at the same time, he stuck out his tongue and played around with it so that the pill in the woman's mouth could flow into her stomach with the clear water.

After a while, under Du Fan's subtle control, the two pills were finally swallowed by the unconscious Chen Ru.

Du Fan was now breathing rapidly, his face was flushed, and he was covered in sweat. The actions he had just taken had been extremely mentally taxing, but he was not yet truly at ease.

"Almost all the bones in my body are brittle. I don't know if the Bone-Healing Pill will be effective for this level of injury..." Du Fan murmured, looking worried.

For a cultivator, bones are secondary; what matters is the disorder of meridians and the damage to internal organs, which are beyond his control.

Chen Ru's life force is slowly fading away, replaced by a dense aura of death, leaving Du Fan at a loss. He has no idea what to do next.

If Chen Ru were awake, given her status as the top disciple of the Qixia Sect, she might possess some secret techniques that could help her recover. However, under the current circumstances, it is impossible for her to wake up on her own.

The most critical thing is that the flame of her life has become extremely weak...

"Don't waste your energy. This girl is doomed. It's a real pity that she even possesses the extremely rare Light Spirit Root."

Just as Du Fan was feeling agitated and at a loss, an extremely old voice suddenly echoed through the space from somewhere.

"Who is it?"

Upon hearing this, Du Fan was startled and abruptly stood up. He quickly scanned his surroundings with his eyes and released his divine sense. However, what changed his expression was that he did not see a single person in his field of vision.

"Are you blind? I'm a grown man, right in front of you, and you can't see me?"

It was that aged voice again, but this time, Du Fan could tell that the voice was coming from behind him. Moreover, the voice was incredibly clear this time, without that ethereal, elusive quality that seemed to echo everywhere.

Du Fan turned around abruptly, but apart from a towering, seemingly endless cliff of blue stone a few feet away, there was nothing else. Nevertheless, his eyes gleamed as he continued to investigate based on the direction from which the sound had come.

Suddenly, Du Fan's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils contracted sharply. He noticed that a spot on the stone wall seemed to have moved slightly. Upon closer inspection, he gasped, his eyes filled with disbelief.

It was an old man sitting in a slightly recessed stone wall. His clothes, skin color, eyes, and sparse, disheveled hair were all bluish-gray, just like the surrounding blue stone cliffs.

What's even stranger is that the aura emanating from this person is no different from the surrounding cliffs, causing Du Fan to mistake this person for an ordinary piece of blue stone when his divine sense swept over him.

Furthermore, the fact that this person's figure fit the recessed stone wall almost perfectly gave Du Fan an absurd feeling: in this world, which came first, the stone wall or the old man?

After a long while, Du Fan took a deep breath, steeled his resolve, activated the Soul Devouring Technique, and released a powerful divine sense to sweep away the remaining energy.

However, the next moment, Du Fan's expression completely changed. When he scanned the old man with his divine sense, he could not sense any life at all; the old man was no different from the stone wall beside him...

It should be noted that even a powerful figure like the Maple Leaf Sect Master could be traced by Du Fan's divine sense. At the very least, he knew that the other party's cultivation was profound and far above his own.

But when facing this old man, he couldn't sense anything. The old man had no cultivation, no divine sense, no spiritual pressure, and not even a heartbeat. Yet it was precisely this complete absence that made Du Fan feel terrified.

The other party was clearly not an ordinary person, which could only mean that the old man's cultivation was unfathomable. A thought suddenly popped into his mind: even Vice Alliance Leader Xiao of the Seven Star Merchant Alliance probably couldn't compare to this person.

"Junior Du Fan greets Senior." Du Fan was surprised and uncertain for a while before he calmed down, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to bow.

"I don't care who you are," the old man said, rolling his eyes as if he were very impatient.

Upon hearing this, Du Fan paused for a moment, then coughed lightly, bowed again, and said respectfully, "May I ask, senior, how should I save my friend? I would be eternally grateful if you could offer any assistance!"

"Pah! What good is gratitude! You think you can get me to do something with just a few words? Did a donkey kick your head?" The old man spat and glared with his gray eyes, cursing loudly.

Du Fan was dumbfounded by the old man's scolding. He never expected that a senior with unfathomable cultivation would act like a shrew, completely disregarding his status and image.

However, he was still worried about Chen Ru, and since he had a request, he forced a very respectful smile and said, "How could I think that way? As long as you save this young lady, I will definitely repay you."

"Repay me? How will you repay me? With your useless spiritual root? And that broken ring with its rotten flowers and weeds and a bunch of junk?" The old man glanced at Du Fan with disdain, his expression arrogant and contemptuous.

The old man may have just said it casually, and casually criticized Du Fan, but these words hit Du Fan like a bolt from the blue, causing his mind to explode instantly.

Hidden spiritual roots are relatively easy to detect, but as long as the other party's cultivation level reaches a certain point, it's not impossible for them to be discovered.

However, the Qiankun Ring was different. In his memory, this ring could not be detected by divine sense. At least he was certain that Vice Alliance Leader Xiao could not do this back then. Otherwise, this woman would have discovered his Thousand-Eyed Taotie hair on the spot.

Fortunately, he didn't have it with him at the moment, and thinking of this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Du Fan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say next. The old man's words made sense. He couldn't offer anything that would catch the other party's eye, so why would the other party help him? The cultivation world was just that realistic and cruel.

"Eh? I misjudged him just now." The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, gleaming with a strange light, as he looked Du Fan up and down and muttered to himself.

"What do you mean, senior?"

Du Fan was taken aback at first, then quickly clasped his hands in greeting. Although he didn't understand why, he could tell that the old man seemed to have suddenly become interested in him. As long as the old man was interested in him, there was room for them to continue talking.

"Let me ask you, do you know where a cultivator's aptitude is manifested?" This time, the old man surprisingly refrained from swearing and instead adopted a more amiable tone.

"In my opinion, the aptitude of a cultivator is their spiritual root. Innate spiritual roots are better than acquired spiritual roots. Among the five elements of spiritual roots, the more types of spiritual roots, the better."

In addition, wind, thunder, and light spiritual roots, among other spiritual roots, are better than the five elements spiritual roots.

Besides spiritual roots, I've also seen the concept of spiritual bodies in sect texts. If a cultivator possesses a special physique, it may bring some benefits in terms of cultivation advancement or the practice of special secret techniques.

There are also different levels of muscles and bones, but I don't know much about that.

"This junior is not very capable; this is all I know."

Du Fan was puzzled by the question, but after a moment's thought, he respectfully replied.

"You little brat, your cultivation level isn't high, but you know a lot. However, if a cultivator's aptitude is limited to just what you've mentioned, then with your talent, you're nothing but trash!"

The old man first nodded approvingly, then a strange smile appeared on his face, and he spoke in a peculiar way.

"What? Could there be something else?" Du Fan sensed a hidden meaning in the old man's words, and immediately perked up, blurting out the question.

"Of course, otherwise why would I waste so much time talking nonsense with a brat like you!"