Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 575 Don't Repeat the Same Mistakes
Tianxing Mountains.

The once lush, verdant mountain valleys have now turned into a wasteland of weeds and graves, with flocks of vultures flying by, their greedy cries echoing through the air.

The pungent, almost overwhelming stench of blood stained half the sky red, making it difficult to breathe.

"Glacier Valley, they've actually withdrawn their troops."

Gazing at the enormous ships disappearing into the black hole in the sky, the surviving disciples of the Starfall Pavilion struggled to their feet from the ruins, as if in a dream.

The fierce fighting that lasted for several days had already depleted their fighting spirit. In the end, they were fighting solely on willpower. If the fighting continued, it was uncertain whether anyone would survive.

"Brother Lin Yan!"

Propelling herself forward, Mu Qingluan looked at Lin Yan's bloodless face and rushed over.

At this moment, Lin Yan was stabbed multiple times. His chest cavity was pierced by a spear that was half a zhang long, and one of his arms was cut off from behind, with only a little flesh and blood connecting the bone.

In an instant, the old doctor's figure suddenly appeared from the sky and descended. He raised his hand and grasped Lin Yan's pulse. After probing for a while, his expression finally eased a little.

"Fortunately, I am out of danger."

Upon hearing Elder Yao's words, everyone's hearts were filled with indescribable complex emotions.

In the past, let alone such a serious injury, even a minor skirmish during a sect spar would have been memorable.

But now, after the long and fierce battles, being able to survive is truly a luxury.

The old apothecary quickly removed the spear from Lin Yan's chest cavity and used his fighting spirit to temporarily stop the bleeding. He then ordered the disciples who were providing support to send him back to the Starfall Pavilion.

Watching the disciples carrying Lin Yan retreat in an orderly fashion, Elder Yao asked in a deep voice, "How many disciples of my Starfall Pavilion are still alive after this battle?"

Upon hearing this, the supporting disciples exchanged glances, their eyes darting around. Finally, one of them stepped forward, forcing a smile, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:
"Reporting to the Ancestor, the Starfall Pavilion has a fairly ample reserve of medicinal pills, but those for treating near-fatal injuries are extremely rare. Many seriously injured disciples know there is no hope of recovery, and in order not to waste resources, they have all..."

The old doctor's heart sank, and he said sternly, "Explain yourself!"

The supporting disciple trembled, knowing that hiding it was useless, so he simply stopped worrying and said in a low, sorrowful voice, "They have all chosen to pass away peacefully."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingluan beside him turned deathly pale. Confused and bewildered, she couldn't help but shout angrily:

"What nonsense are you spouting? Why would a perfectly healthy person choose to die in meditation instead of living?"

Seeing that Mu Qingluan was on the verge of losing control of her emotions, the supporting disciple did not choose to argue, but instead took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes:

"Senior sister, you may not know this, but the allied forces of Ice River Valley carry a kind of cold poison with them. The amount of this poison is very light, but it is a deadly poison for cultivators who do not have the protection of battle qi. Once it enters the body, they will suffer endless torment."

"Our Starfall Pavilion doesn't have many antidotes to begin with, and even fewer that can treat the specific ailment. We can only prioritize using them on our disciples who are capable of fighting. Many others can't withstand the pain of the toxins' corrosive effects..."

The supporting disciple didn't continue speaking, but anyone could understand the meaning behind his words.

Death in battle is not terrible; what is terrible is dragging a half-crippled body back to the ward, constantly enduring deadly threats and pain, surrounded by comrades wailing in agony, and a gloomy future in sight.

Not everyone has the courage to continue living.

"Ancestor!"

The oppressive atmosphere became unbearable for the supporting disciple, who finally rushed forward, his muddy fingers wetting the old doctor's robe. Overwhelmed with grief and resentment, he wept uncontrollably.

"This disciple is puzzled. What exactly did our Starfall Pavilion do wrong? Just because of a single thought from Ice River Valley, are we really obligated to relinquish our entire foundation?!"

His finger trembled as he pointed into the distance, where the Starfall Pavilion, seemingly untouched by the war, was now piled high with the corpses of countless wounded soldiers who had retreated.
"That's Senior Brother Wang Chen, who loves to show off in front of others. He grabbed my hand and scolded me for not letting him die on the front lines. That's Senior Sister Shui Yan, who loves beauty the most. She said that being poisoned would make her ugly, and asked me to do it for her."

Everyone remained silent, listening intently to the unknown disciple's detailed and detailed recitation, their fists already clenched until they turned white.

"There's more." "That's enough!"

Upon seeing this, the support team leader on patrol immediately changed his expression. He rushed forward, bowed to apologize to Elder Yao and the others, and then coldly pulled the disciple away from the scene.

Looking into the disciple's bewildered and resentful eyes as he left, even with Yao Lao's temperament, a murderous intent couldn't help but well up in his own eyes.
"Glacier Valley, what ruthless methods!"

"Old man, calm down."

Venerable Wind arrived gracefully, his once neat robe now tattered, and a bone-chilling cold emanated from the wounds on his body, clearly the cold poison mentioned earlier.

"Master, your injuries." Mu Qingluan was shivering from the cold, but she still wiped away her tears, quickly stepped forward, and asked with concern.

"It's alright." Venerable Feng waved his hand. "That Ice River has an acquired Calamity Poison Body. He planned to slaughter us all before the war even started. He's really hiding his true intentions."

"If it weren't for Little Fairy Doctor, this time, I'm afraid we would really be in grave danger."

"How is that girl?"

The old apothecary frowned and said that he was most familiar with the danger of the Calamity Poison Body, and naturally knew how terrifying the consumption of Little Fairy Doctor's body would be during a prolonged battle.

"Don't worry, she has the pure water battle qi given to her by Ruoruo to protect her, so she won't be too badly hurt. She must be rushing to the Starfall Pavilion to remove the cold poison from those disciples."

Upon hearing Venerable Feng's words, Elder Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.
"I never imagined that we old folks would end up being saved by these two little rascals."

"It is ultimately a good thing that my disciple can stand on his own."

The image of the young boy and girl resolutely leading away the Dou Zun flashed through Feng Zun's mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.

"Heh heh, there's no use in being anxious. The only thing we old folks can do now is guard the rear and wait for those two little ones to come back."

Venerable Heavenly Fire, dragging his stiff body, staggered over, his soul seemingly about to detach from his body.

"With the retreat of the Ice Valley army, I can take this opportunity to truly fuse my body and soul. At that time, even restoring to my peak condition will not be difficult at all!"

Upon hearing this, both Yao Lao and Feng Zun Zhe were slightly surprised.

It should be noted that Venerable Tianhuo's peak strength reached the peak of the five-star Dou Zun. If he could restore his cultivation level before his death, it would definitely be good news that could solve the immediate crisis.

"It seems that this is perhaps the only way." The old doctor smiled bitterly.

He turned to look at the horizon, a hint of worry flashing in his deep, pale golden eyes, and sighed softly:

"Girl, we won a Pyrrhic victory here. I hope you won't repeat our mistakes."

For some reason, Yao Lao did not mention Xiao Yan's name.

"Damn it, why is there still no response to the soul command message I sent out!"

Staring at the dull, black token in his hand, the one-armed man in the tattered robe cursed and slowly stood up.

He looked up at the sky and saw a huge pillar of light shooting into the sky on the outer edge of the boundless yellow sand. The vast spiritual power contained within it made even him feel a sense of unease.

"This force."

The one-armed man's expression changed, then, as if remembering something, the ferocity in his eyes gradually transformed into a glimmer of greed:
"Could those two little bastards have triggered a secret treasure left behind in the Sound Valley?"

Recalling the frustrating experiences he had endured recently, the one-armed man, torn between his desires and reason, finally let his desires prevail. With a flick of his robe, he vanished into the distance at the edge of the yellow sand, heading straight for the pillar of light ahead.

"You little bastards, how dare you humiliate me like this! I will grind you to dust to vent my hatred!"

The狰狞扭扭的face was none other than the former Qinghai Venerable!
(End of this chapter)