I became the demon of the female devil

Chapter 331 Turning the Tide, Miraculous Healing! An Unqualified Villain!

"Sir, help me..."

A ragged woman carrying a young child stumbled into the camp.

The child's arm was crushed to pieces, the wound was black, and foul-smelling pus was constantly oozing out.

"Mommy, it hurts, it hurts so much!" The child's hoarse and shrill cries drew everyone's attention.

"My camp is out of medicine. Please, please save my son. He's only six years old. Please, sir, save my son..."

The woman approached the doctor, knelt down, and kowtowed repeatedly, her forehead already bloodied and mangled, yet she seemed completely unaware.

The doctors who were treating the patients glanced at it briefly before silently looking away.

There was some pity in his eyes, but more than that, there was numbness.

They've seen this kind of situation far too many times.

Although the imperial court distributed a large amount of medicine and also transferred a considerable amount from the city's pharmacies, most of it was for external wounds.

If it's just a broken tendon or bone, or even a severed hand or foot, it's not so scary. As long as the bleeding is stopped, at least the person can survive.

The real danger lies in the festering and infection of wounds, allowing toxins to enter the bloodstream and damage internal organs. This is the primary reason why so many people die from their injuries.

The child in front of us has such a large wound area that it has already formed gangrene. In addition, he is too young and has a weak immune system. There is a high chance that he will develop septicemia.

To survive, one either needs the Jade Powder Elixir or the help of a physician of rank four or higher.

Given the current situation, this is all highly unrealistic.

Instead of wasting manpower and resources on people who are doomed, it would be better to save other people who have a chance of recovery.

Bang, bang, bang—

The woman continued to kowtow, the blood staining the ground dark red, repeatedly crying out, "Save my son, please, save my son..."

Deep down, she knew what fate awaited her child, but as a mother, she had to do something; perhaps the physical pain could lessen her guilt.

Being powerless is also a sin.

She was punishing herself in this way.

Subconsciously, a desperate thought lingered: the house collapsed, the family was gone, and the future was bleak. If I were to die like this, it would probably be a relief.

Just as the woman was ramming harder and harder, a pair of slender hands steadily supported her, and a gentle voice sounded in her ear:

"Let me see, okay?"

The woman looked up blankly, her vision blurred by the blood.

A woman dressed in a red silk robe stood before her, her beauty beyond words. Although she looked exhausted, she still wore a gentle smile and said again, "May I see your child?"

"it is good……"

The woman realized what was happening and quickly put the child on the ground.

Yu Hongyin closed her eyes slightly, formed a mudra with her hands, and a white and gray aura emanated from her, enveloping the severed arm.

The child, who had been crying just moments before, quickly quieted down. As the grayish-white aura dissipated, the festering wound miraculously began to heal.

"It's healed! He's really cured!"

"Thank you, fairy, for saving my son's life!"

The woman was overjoyed and immediately bowed down in gratitude.

Yu Hongyin's expression was very solemn, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Actually, he..."

Before she could finish speaking, all the people who had witnessed the scene swarmed around her and surrounded her.

"Please save my mother, she really can't hold on much longer!"

"Save my child first! I'll do anything you ask, as long as you're willing to help!"

"Don't push, I was here first..."

Yu Hongyin had never seen such a scene before and was immediately at a loss.

However, at that moment, the child, who had just calmed down, suddenly started coughing violently.

He then coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper, and judging from his barely breathing appearance, he clearly wouldn't last much longer.

"Zhuo'er?!"

The woman cried out in surprise, her body swaying slightly.

In a short moment, the huge difference between heaven and hell almost made her faint.

"I'm sorry, he's been dragging this out for too long, and his organs have started to fail..." Yu Hongyin explained in a low voice.

The crowd fell silent instantly, their eager expressions turning cold as they turned and left without hesitation. A few voices could be faintly heard complaining that it was all for naught.

The woman's mournful sobs echoed in the air.

Yu Hongyin lowered her head, remaining motionless for a long time like a statue.

After settling the patients around her, Qiao Tong came over and said, "Holy Maiden, you have done your best. Knowing that his condition was serious and there was no way to save him, why make things difficult for yourself?"

The two were in the city on the day of the explosion.

They immediately offered assistance and rescued the trapped people.

After the situation in the city stabilized, he went to the temporary outpost in the suburbs to help out. He didn't sleep for several days and treated more than a hundred wounded people.

He had long since used up all the spiritual essence and pills he carried, and both his spirit and body had reached their limits.

Even so, it is still far from enough.

"If only I were stronger..."

Yu Hongyin clenched her fists tightly, her nails piercing her palms.

Every time a vibrant life slips away before her eyes, she feels an intense hatred for her own weakness.

Qiao Tong sighed softly.

The saintess wasn't always so compassionate, but her personality changed somewhat after returning from the southern border.

Having witnessed so many lives lost at the hands of the Blood Demon Fu Li, and knowing that all of this was inextricably linked to the Netherworld Sect, she, as the sect's Holy Maiden, has always felt a sense of guilt about it.

That's why I risked my life to save people this time, just to atone for my past sins.

But human strength has its limits, and the frustration of being powerless plunged her into even deeper pain.

"Holy Maiden, take a rest. You'll collapse if you keep going like this," Qiao Tong advised.

"It's okay, I can still hold on. I'll go check on that child again, maybe he can still be saved..." Yu Hongyin rubbed her eyes and walked towards the mother and child.

"Saintess Yu?"

Just then, a familiar voice rang in my ears.

Yu Hongyin paused, turned her head, and saw a tall, handsome man standing with his hands behind his back. A black cat was perched on his shoulder, and he was frowning as he looked her over. "What are you doing here?"

After news of Chu Heng's killing of sect disciples spread, the major sects successively withdrew from the capital.

I thought the Netherworld Sect had also left, but I never expected to see her here.

"Master Chen..."

After many days, when Yu Hongyin saw Chen Mo again, her heart clenched, and her long-suppressed emotions suddenly burst forth, tears streaming down her face like pearls from a broken string.

Not wanting him to laugh at her, she hurriedly turned around and choked out, "I...I'm fine, I just got some sand in my eyes."

"..."

Chen Mo shook his head. After not seeing her for a while, how did that fiery saintess turn into a crybaby?

"I saw what happened just now. Are you feeling wronged?"

"I'm not wronged." Yu Hongyin wiped away her tears and said softly, "I just feel a little guilty."

“This is not your responsibility,” Chen Mo said, shaking his head.

“I know they didn’t die because of me, but if I were stronger, I could have saved more people… I’m not saying I’m so noble, I’m just heartbroken…” Yu Hongyin was somewhat incoherent.

“You don’t need to explain, I believe you.” Chen Mo interrupted her and said calmly, “That’s how the world is. Some people destroy, and others rebuild; some people create disasters, and others help those in distress.”

"Do good deeds and don't worry about the future. Don't punish yourself for the evil deeds of others."

“Saintess Yu has done enough; leave the rest to me.”

"Give it to you?" Yu Hongyin looked bewildered.

Chen Mo didn't say much. He looked up at the sky and took a step forward.

call--

The wind suddenly rose.

His clothes fluttered in the wind, and it seemed as if there were invisible steps beneath his feet, leading him step by step to the sky.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, obscuring the sun and turning the once clear sky gloomy.

Everyone stared at the astonishing phenomenon, stunned into silence.

[Special event triggered: Helping those in distress.]

Looking at the small print flashing before his eyes, Chen Mo curled his lip and muttered to himself, "All he does is slay demons and save people all day long. This is hardly the kind of thing a villain should do. He's really disgracing the Imperial Concubine..."

Lightning crackled in his palm, its intense brilliance dazzling.

As he continuously poured in vital essence, the purple lightning paste gradually turned into a bright green color.

When the lightning had accumulated to its maximum, he raised his hand and waved it—

Boom!

A towering green beam of light shot into the sky!

The lightning bolt struck the dark clouds, accompanied by a muffled boom, and a torrential downpour began!

The rain, brimming with life-giving essence, fell upon the injured, quickly penetrating their skin and seeping into their bodies.

Under the influence of pure vitality, wounds are healing rapidly, broken bones are growing new stubs, and even people with severe infections who were basically given a death sentence are getting out of bed one after another!

"I... I can move my body now?"

"I'm all better now! The wound doesn't hurt at all!"

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

A chorus of gasps and exclamations erupted from the crowd.

Many of the injured knelt on the ground, bowing and kowtowing to the man who resembled a god.

"Thank you, Master Immortal!"

"Thank you so much, Immortal Master, for saving me!"

The group of doctors stood there dumbfounded, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The injured person, who was just critically wounded and on the verge of death, was suddenly lively and energetic, which was completely beyond their comprehension!
Qiao Tong swallowed hard and asked with difficulty, "What kind of method is this?"

The ability to control clouds and rain, alter celestial phenomena, and infuse life essence into the rainwater to create this miraculous scene is something that the Transcendent Realm could never accomplish!
"Lord Chen, he..."

"He's broken through to the Celestial Realm?"

In the fine, continuous spring rain, the child whose organs were failing regained color in his face, slowly opened his eyes, and said weakly, "Mother..."

The woman's empty eyes lit up again, and she asked urgently, "Zhuo'er, you're awake? Does your body still hurt?"

"Much better...Mom, I'm so hungry..."

"Mom still has some steamed buns, here you go, eat slowly, eat slowly... Waaah, Zhuo'er, you scared Mom to death..."

Yu Hongyin looked up at Chen Mo in a daze. The world around her seemed to have fallen silent, and she could only hear the thumping of her own heart.

No matter how difficult the situation, this man always finds a way out.

There's nothing he can't do if he sets his mind to it.

"Do good deeds and don't worry about the future."

The knot in my heart was untied, and the gloom was swept away.

She bit her lip lightly, her clear black and white eyes misty, and murmured to herself, "When you bullied me back then, you didn't say this... I really can't understand you anymore..."

"Hey, look! What's going on over there?"

People in nearby camps also noticed the strange phenomenon.

Elsewhere, the sun was shining brightly, but that one dark cloud hung abruptly in the sky, as if the rain was falling specifically for them.

"They seem to be worshipping something..."

"Wait a minute, how come all the wounded are able to get out of bed and move around?"

As the dark clouds spread outwards, they encompassed several nearby camps.

Feeling the vibrant spring rain, everyone's expressions changed from bewilderment to shock, followed by uncontrollable elation!
"Celestial magic! This is celestial magic!"

"Which immortal being intervened?"

"I'm not mistaken, am I? That looks like Lord Chen from the Tianlin Guard?"

"It really is! It really is Lord Chen!"

Some cheered with joy, some wept with happiness, and many more knelt and bowed to the figure in the air.

This heavy rain brought them a new lease on life!
……

……

"call--"

Chen Mo was breathing rapidly, and beads of sweat were faintly seeping from his forehead.

As the area covered by the dark clouds grew larger, even he, a third-grade grandmaster, felt his strength was insufficient.

The reason he made such a commotion was not because he wanted to show off in front of others, but because there were too many wounded. Treating each one would take a long time, and many of the seriously injured would not be able to hold on until then.

Rather than doing that, it's better to get it right the first time.

However, the vital energy within him is not inexhaustible, and it is simply unrealistic to expect everyone to be completely cured.

We can only try our best to suppress the infection of these wounded soldiers and ensure that their injuries do not worsen. With the cooperation of the medical staff, we can at least save their lives.

"Master Chen!"

"Master Chen!"

The crowd below knelt down in a dense mass.

The cat perched on Chen Mo's shoulder, proudly raising its head, looking like it was saying, "We're so awesome."

Chen Mo could clearly feel that the dragon energy within his body had absorbed some kind of energy, making his aura even stronger than before.

"Sure enough, just like the previous times."

"This kind of heartfelt worship will enhance the dragon's energy."

"Because this time the number of people was the largest and the scale was the biggest, the effect was more obvious than before..."

Suddenly, a bold idea popped into his head.

With only a thousand or so people, this is the effect. If mountains and rivers bow down, all nations pay tribute, and all the people of the Nine Provinces worship him as king, how exaggerated will the dragon aura grow?

[Proficiency in "The Ancient Spiritual Constitution" increased...]

[Current progress: Primordial Spirit Constitution - Metamorphosis (2800/10000)]

The system notification flashed by, pulling Chen Mo back to reality.

"No wonder even the True Spirit couldn't increase the proficiency of this technique; it turns out it can only be improved through Dragon Qi..."

As more and more wounded people received treatment, the proficiency in "Taigu Lingxian" gradually increased, eventually settling at 3200/10000.

Chen Mo had also reached his limit at this point.

The dantian was completely empty; the primordial qi and essence had been completely drained.

The rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the bright sunshine shone on the earth once more.

Amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd, that tall figure slowly descended from the sky.

Her black hair flew in the air, her clothes fluttered, giving her an otherworldly and ethereal air.

Yu Hongyin quickly came forward, "Chen Da..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo's legs went weak, and he collapsed into her arms, his cheeks sinking deep into her embrace. He mumbled, "Sorry, I'm out of energy..."

Yu Hongyin: (⊙⊙)?
(End of this chapter)