Chapter 2104: Dispelling the Poison

ampant, and cultivators' auras can easily be scattered by them. It would be difficult to find them, and besides, they might not even be the people we are looking for.” The Straw Hat man’s eyes narrowe...Although the Tuoshi tribe received his passed-down martial arts, their entire clan numbered only a few hundred people. Their foundation was too shallow. Even though they learned some methods of concealing their breath from his techniques, under Lu Xiaoteng's watchful eyes, those methods were not enough to hide them.

Another 231 people were still... 。137 people were injured. 。 。"The whale died because it saved me." 。Lu Xia Tian said 。The Yeestone clan was born because of the Saint. This time, they came to find the Saint, and the old man and his clan were determined to die. 。To be slain for a saint is the glory of Toqiong. 。Bateli and the other tribe members' faces turned pale with grief, but Bateli's aged face remained resolute. 。"Take me to see the wounded." 。"Lu Xia Tian was a little surprised by the feverish reverence the Yestone Clan now held for him. He didn't say much, though. Since this abandoned race had chosen him and were absolutely loyal, helping the Yestone Clan wasn't out of the question." 。Although Bai Li did not mention the hardships of their journey here, from their original location to this place, it is more than millions of miles. It took decades of painstaking effort to travel such a distance. Ordinary people could hardly accomplish this feat without unwavering determination. 。Especially in today's complex and unpredictable cultivation world, the Ye Shi clan's unwavering devotion is truly remarkable. It moved Lu Xia Tian while also leaving him with a sense of disbelief. 。By now, more than a third of the group has been injured, not to mention those who have fallen along the way. The casualties suffered by the Yestone Clan are truly horrifying. 。Only a saint can escape such danger. Even wounded, rest for a moment first. The losses our clan has suffered are already history. As long as the saint returns safely, everything is worth it. 。"With great haste, Bai Li hurriedly said:" 。

Lu Xia Tian shook his head, without any retort, his body flew straight towards the mountain cave like a cloud. During this conversation, Lu Xia Tian's control over his blood essence power had increased.

Although wanting to fully restore it would probably take a considerable amount of time, in this short moment, he himself could easily shape and mold a young cultivator from the Divine Void Realm. 。However, it is still far from its peak. 。"Go rest yourselves, you stay with me." 。"Lu Xia Tian commanded, and his speed increased again." 。Unable to bear it any longer, he quickly instructed his tribe members to go about their own business. Lu Xiaochai arrived at the entrance of the cave, and a series of groans came into his ears, along with a pungent stench. 。"Lizard Snake Venom" Lu Xia Tian's eyes narrowed slightly. Out of the hundreds of Ye Shi people, apart from the injuries left by the magic clan using magic weapons, none were spared from the venomous bite of the Demon Lizard Snake. Besides the hundreds who were near death from the poison, there were over a hundred corpses that had already succumbed to the venom. 。This trip of the Ye Shi Clan to Lanjing Lake was far more tragic than Lu Xia Tian had expected! “Such a fierce temperament this Ye Shi Clan possesses!” Thinking back on the actions of Bai Li and his group just moments ago, Lu Xia Tian felt deeply shaken. Even burdened with such heavy losses and sacrifice, they showed no remorse besides their pain. 。This forsaken race, cursed through generations, has lost too many loved ones and endured too much death. Yet, it is in the struggle against life and death that they forged an unbreakable will of steel. 。Indifference to life and death, unyielding resistance to fate. 。This tribe, with their mountain-shaped foreheads, is considered weak and shunned by most human clans. Even the demon race avoids them. Yet, in their pursuit of preserving their lineage, they possess a fierce spirit, an unwavering resolve against death, and fearless courage!“Saint! We’ve found the Saint!” Those who saw Lu Xia Tian's injuries struggled to rise. Some, with less severe wounds, managed to stand, while others struggled halfway only to fall back down again. 。... these people who have suffered so much, in their pain, are also beaming with joy ... 。"Don't move!" Lu XiaTian stretched out his palm, and a ball of blood energy formed a hazy power that floated forward. 。The saint's wounds are still fresh, it is not... 。The chieftain, Balili, saw this and immediately panicked. He hurriedly knelt down and said, "Holy one, please recover quickly, so that the efforts of our clan are not in vain." 。“Get down! All of you, lie down and stay still!” 。“The latter half of the sentence was directed at these wounded. Lu Xia Tian spoke in a calm tone, yet there was an undeniable air of authority.” 。

Despite the Chief's strenuous pleas, the crimson cloud in Lu XiaTian's hand had already flown into mid-air, like a miniature blood-colored sun, making it impossible for the injured members of the Page Stone Clan to look directly at it.

Blood mist diffused, sending beams of blood-red light across every injured member of the Ye Shi tribe. Those with more severe wounds received brighter and more concentrated beams.

Under a flash of crimson light, a foul stench immediately emanated from the wounded man's body, forming black sweat. 。After a short while, the breaths of these wounded became much steadier. The dozen or so who were on the brink of death also gradually regained strength in their breathing. 。“Holy One, thank you for the gift of rebirth!” Chief Balili saw this scene before him, tears streaming down his face. The Yestone tribe were as hot and fierce as fire, fearless in the face of death, but that didn't mean they didn't yearn for... 。Witnessing his tribe members suffer agonizing pain, one by one succumbing to their cries, the chief's heart was torn apart. Yet, he had to appear stronger than anyone else. 。Not until Lu Xia Tian appeared did he pull his hundred and dozens of clansmen back from the jaws of death. 。“Thank you, Saint, for your grace in rebirth.” 。"Amongst the wounded, many cried out in despair. The Yestone tribe traveled for millions of miles, traversing a vast distance until they reached Lanjing Lake. The fact that so many survived this journey speaks not to their immense strength, but rather to their resilience. Despite their low realms and limited power, they managed to reach this point. Besides luck, it was their endurance in the face of humiliation, the scorn they endured from powerful forces, and the heavy burden of their fallen kin that allowed them to press forward." 。The Ye family is known for their fiery tempers, but they can also endure hardships and swallow their pride in order to achieve their goals. 。In the face of the enemy, they fear not even death. 。The Saint is still that Saint, the one who does not despise them and saves the Page Stone tribe from fire and water! Before the Saint, their fragility and helplessness are completely exposed. 。The holy one before them was the only one they could confide in without being scorned, no, the sacred being of the Page Stone Clan!

“Since you revere me as a saint, from this day forward, the Page Stone Clan shall be my tribe” 。"The Ye Shi Clan has not let me down, and within my lifetime, I have not let the Ye Shi Clan down!" The mass of blood-colored mist completely dissipated, Lu Xia Tian's face paled, his injuries were not yet recovered, but he forcefully helped these Ye Shi Clan members detoxify, causing their recovery process to be delayed somewhat. 。But in this situation, Lu Xia Tian couldn't hold back his urge to act. 。“The people of Yèshí will forever be loyal to the saint. If they betray him, both humans and gods will abandon them, and they will never be reborn!” The chief, who had been weeping bitterly, suddenly became agitated when he heard Lu Xiaoteng's words. His voice trembled as he spoke. 。ir minds.In the void, starlight sprinkled down. A beam of starlight shone from the emptiness, within which a woman with skin like jade sat astride a golden-horned pegasus, riding on starlight.>Let me...