Chapter 534 — Jade Face Like a Painting, Sword Like a Rainbow
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
"It is that you cultivate the divine way and your opponent cultivated the demonic way; the natures of your vital qi conflict, which makes you feel it as poison. The ointment you are using is not a poison-drawing ointment either, but a variant of a spirit elixir that was never refined into its finest form, and so it takes the shape of a paste. The elixir has merely been blackened by contamination with demonic qi; using it to draw out demonic qi is a waste. " As he spoke, a pill furnace woven of vital qi appeared above his palm, and he refined the elixir directly within the vital qi, reversing water and fire, harmonizing dragon and tiger, the manifold variations of elixir-crafting dazzling Sang Hua's eyes. After a moment he dispersed the vital qi, and a dozen or so elixir pills fell into his palm.
Shen Mu crushed one and applied it to her wound. "In another world I was the Cult Master of the Heavenly Sage, and men also called me the Cult Master of the Dark Demon.
I have some understanding of the demonic way.
The demon is born of the mind; whether one is god or demon, it is a form within the mind, and the form of the mind becomes the form of the flesh. In treating wounds caused by the divine arts of the demonic way, I do have a little experience. " Very quickly, Sang Hua felt a coolness at the wound; the demonic qi within it had been wholly drawn out, and then the coolness turned to heat and to itch, which was the sign that the wound had begun to heal.
"Healing so fast? You said just now that you were of some small repute in your world? " Sang Hua's eyes went wide.
She stealthily caught up the braid on the other side to cover the other half of her breast.
"An alchemist of small repute, and he can refine a spirit medicine that subdues demonic qi that quickly?
" Shen Mu pressed the remaining elixir pills into her hand and said with a flush of embarrassment, "I was being modest just now. In fact my renown is not small at all; in my world I am very famous.
You did not notice that I was being modest, did you? " He could not help growing smug. "Most people never notice!
" "Then you will not help me dress the wound? " Sang Hua asked doubtfully. Shen Mu walked toward the others, to treat their wounds.
"Just now I was only examining the injury. You can do the dressing yourself.
There are others who need saving.
" Sang Hua gathered her clothing and watched his figure bustling to and fro. She thought, "He truly did have a physician's heart just now; there was no crooked thought in him.
This man is a rare gentleman; it is only that his eyes do like to wander.
. . " Shen Mu gave the wounded divine-arts practitioners on the altar a rough round of treatment, then looked down.
Below the altar and across the battlefield lay countless divine-arts practitioners and heaven-demons.
Some men were carrying the wounded; others were putting to death demons that had not yet breathed their last. Over that vast field of battle, everywhere were the lingering fires of divine arts, burning war chariots, fallen corpses, banners draped over flame, primordial weapons thrust slantwise into the earth.
Further off, the slaughter still went on. This world was astonishingly cruel.
Though Shen Mu had strode in and out of battlefields more times than he could count, the sight before him still shook his soul. "Medicine cannot save this world.
" Shen Mu shook his head. His healing arts could save only a few; to heal every wounded man on the battlefield would take months, and in this world there was a small battle every third day and a great battle every fifth.
He simply did not have the power to heal everyone. He looked up at the sky. The irregular suns in the heavens were gradually dimming, turning red.
These two suns must have been fixed in the air, and had never moved; at a certain hour they would go dark. "The sun-making deity who built those two suns had ideas, but his attainments in the arts of calculation were not high. .