166: Chapter 166: The Ghost Hand Reappears 166: Chapter 166: The Ghost Hand Reappears The Lightning Marten scurried close to the half-man-tall grass, shrieking sharply towards the front, no longer advancing, seemingly waiting for Fang Bai to co over.
Fang Bai proceeded cautiously, peering through the gaps in the grass, he could vaguely make out a figure.
The person’s clothes were tattered, their breathing faint, as if they were in a state of unconsciousness.
Once Fang Bai was sure that the person posed no threat to him, he swept over to the individual’s side.
The person was sprawled in the grass, with several deep cuts and sword wounds that seed quite serious.
Fortunately, it appeared that the person knew so dical skills.
They had chewed up so freshly picked herbs and applied them to their wounds, otherwise they would have died from excessive blood loss by now.
Fang Bai extended his toe and gently nudged the person, flipping their body over to face upwards.
“Hm, how co it’s him?”
As Fang Bai’s gaze swept over the person’s face, his eyebrows furrowed.
The man was slightly older than Fang Bai, with features that could still be considered handso.
However, there seed to be a sword cut on the left cheek, creating an inch-long wound with blood that was not yet dry, making his appearance sowhat fierce.
In an instant, Fang Bai recognized the young man as Ghost Hand, a disciple of Myriad dicine Valley.
At the Fuhu Mountain fight over the Heaven Level Martial Artist’s legacy, Ghost Hand and Fang Bai had t once.
At that ti, Fang Bai had even given Ghost Hand a sharp dagger and two Heaven Level Techniques.
During yesterday’s treasure hunt in the Heavenly Pit, many from the Semi-Hidden Sect had appeared, but there was no sign of any Myriad dicine Valley disciples.
Fang Bai had thought that after receiving the two Heaven Level Techniques, Ghost Hand had offered them to his sect and that all disciples of Myriad dicine Valley were imrsing themselves in dedicated cultivation.
Yet, unexpectedly, he found Ghost Hand here.
As to why Ghost Hand was here or how he had sustained such serious injuries, Fang Bai was not sure.
Ghost Hand was a disciple of Myriad dicine Valley, a force within the Semi-Hidden Sect that could not be taken lightly.
Whoever had injured Ghost Hand to this extent must be a very powerful opponent, or perhaps even an entire faction.
Fang Bai had a good impression of Ghost Hand, and since they had a past acquaintance, he did not leave him to die.
He knelt down to examine Ghost Hand’s injuries.
The several critical wounds on Ghost Hand’s body, though not fatal, ant that if he continued to lie there unconscious, he would eventually et his end in the Underworld.
Fang Bai took out a several-hundred-year-old ginseng from his Spatial Ring, broke off a piece the size of his fingernail, and stuffed it into Ghost Hand’s mouth to hang on to life.
Then, using the water and wood needles from the Five Elents Acupuncture Set, he began to treat Ghost Hand.
Half an hour later, Ghost Hand’s throat moved slowly, and his eyelids fluttered a few tis, finally waking from his unconscious state.
“Ah…
Am I…
already dead?”
Ghost Hand’s eyes moved around, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, murmuring to himself in a low voice.
“Nonsense, if you were dead, what you’d be seeing would be the gloomy expanse of the Underworld, not blue skies and sunshine,” Fang Bai said, and lightly patted Ghost Hand on the head.
Ghost Hand felt a surge of True Yuan enter his body, refreshing his spirit, and giving him a bit of strength as he struggled to sit up.
“You…
you are…”
Back at Fuhu Mountain during the scramble for the Heaven Level Martial Artist’s legacy, Fang Bai had been wearing a fierce ghost mask, so Ghost Hand did not recognize him.
“I saved your life, aren’t you going to thank promptly?”
Fang Bai said with a smile.
Upon hearing Fang Bai’s voice, Ghost Hand’s eyes suddenly brightened, and he exclaid, “It’s you!”
“You recognize ?”
“Back on Fuhu Mountain…”
“That’s right, the man wearing the mask was .”
Seeing that Ghost Hand had recognized him just by his voice, Fang Bai couldn’t help but silently admire his amazing mory.
Ghost Hand was severely injured, but most of his wounds were external, and though they looked shocking, they weren’t life-threatening.
After Fang Bai’s ticulous treatnt, he was no longer in critical condition, and with so rest, he would be able to recover fully.
Ghost Hand was grateful for Fang Bai’s life-saving grace and also felt deep admiration and respect for Fang Bai’s superb dical skills.
He knew his own injuries well; under normal treatnt, he would have to lie in bed honestly for at least ten days or half a month, unable to sit up and talk as he could now.
Yet Fang Bai had enabled him to do so in just a short mont.
This kind of dical skill was beyond belief and filled him with awe.
During the struggle for the Heaven Level martial artist’s relic on Fuhu Mountain, Ghost Hand had witnessed Fang Bai’s formidable power, but he had not expected Fang Bai’s dical skills to be so exquisite as well.
Being a disciple of Myriad dicine Valley, Ghost Hand himself knew dical skills, but he understood that if Fang Bai were the one injured and he were to treat him, Fang Bai would still be unconscious for half a day before waking up.
Without three to five days, Fang Bai would not be able to sit up at all.
From this, it could be inferred that when it ca to dical skills, Ghost Hand’s were far inferior to Fang Bai’s.
“Tell , how did you get so badly hurt?
And how did you end up here?”
Fang Bai sat down on a clean rock next to Ghost Hand and asked casually.
Ghost Hand glanced at the Lightning Mink perched on Fang Bai’s shoulder, thinking the fluffy little creature was just Fang Bai’s pet and didn’t pay it any mind.
He sighed and said, “This matter has to start with that incident at Fuhu Mountain when we fought for the Heaven Level treasure…
Alas…”
A look of furious sorrow crossed his face, followed by a deep sigh, “After the battle at Mount Youhu, I and a few surviving fellow disciples returned to Myriad dicine Valley.
We handed over a dagger and two Cultivation Techniques, a total of three Heaven Level martial artist relics, to the Valley Master and received his praise and rewards.”
“After that, the Valley Master and the senior mbers of Myriad dicine Valley began to seclude themselves to comprehend the two Heaven Level Techniques.
My surviving fellow disciples and I, due to our ritorious services, were also given special permission by the Valley Master to study the Techniques together.”
“At that ti, the entire Myriad dicine Valley was imrsed in extre excitent, with nearly all disciples believing that as long as soone could understand the Heaven Level Techniques, they could lead Myriad dicine Valley to rise powerfully to beco the foremost among the Semi-Hidden Sects, even competing with the true Hidden Sects.”
“Having obtained the Heaven Level martial artist’s relics, we inevitably beca sowhat arrogant, and due to this, the entire valley let its guard down.
But no one expected that a conspiracy against Myriad dicine Valley would suddenly descend upon us…”
“That night, when most disciples of Myriad dicine Valley had already gone to rest, suddenly, hundreds of mysterious martial artists with wrapped heads and masked faces, wielding swords, burst in from all directions into Myriad dicine Valley, catching us off guard.”
“Although the disciples of Myriad dicine Valley fought back with all their might, the enemy was stronger and outnumbered us by double; we were no match for them.
Within just one short hour, more than half of the disciples of Myriad dicine Valley were either injured or killed, with the more alert ones hiding early on.”
“In the end, those mysterious martial artists broke into the Valley Master Hall.
At that ti, I, the Valley Master, and a dozen senior mbers of Myriad dicine Valley were inside the hall, studying the Heaven Level Techniques.
Seeing the enemy approaching, we had to abandon our Cultivation thod and confront them head-on, but ultimately we were overwheld by their sheer numbers, suffering heavy casualties…”
As he spoke, Ghost Hand beca emotionally agitated, his fists clenched tightly, and a furious light blazed in his eyes.
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