nycdaug Chapter 216 Unsummonable
Chapter 216 Unsummonable
Chapter 216 Unsummonable
Six nails, and three leaves withered.
The man pinned to the wall lost his grip and fell straight forward, but Liu Jun did not go to help him up.
Who knows if there are still harmful drugs left on his body? Just by looking at the wounds on his body, you can tell that his body is not as simple as it seems on the surface. Who knows how many experiments that old man did on him.
Liu Jun first turned the person over from a distance, then performed a simple hand seal to disinfect him before stepping forward to check on him with peace of mind.
The man's breathing was weak, but it never stopped.
Liu Jun checked his condition, then took out several bottles of pills from his storage ring, poured out one pill from each, pried open his mouth, and stuffed them in.
"You got off easy."
This person was truly pitiful; there was hardly a good inch of flesh on his body, and all the tendons in his hands and feet had been severed and nailed in. It was impossible to tell whether he was a human or a ghost.
And the pile of bottles and jars on that stone wall grid—it's easy to imagine how much inhuman suffering he endured.
The wounds healed very slowly, but at least they were healing. Liu Jun also removed all the mold and rotten flesh from those wounds, otherwise the wounds would have been even more difficult to heal.
"cough……"
A very soft sound forced Liu Jun to stop examining the bottles and jars and turn to look at the person lying on the ground.
The medicine worked, and the person woke up not long afterward.
"Oh, you're awake. It wasn't for nothing that I gave you so many high-grade pills."
The person lying on the ground seemed to be staring blankly at the ceiling of the dark room for a long time, unable to come back to their senses. When they heard voices, endless fear appeared in their eyes, fearing that this was just a dream, fearing that the evil spirit had come up with some new way to torture people.
He had been trapped for so long that he had lost track of what year and month it was.
A half-figure appeared in his blurry vision, but no one hit him or poured anything on him.
His vision cleared at an extremely slow pace, and he gradually made out who the figure was.
The talismanic light flickered, illuminating the dark room brightly.
He felt like he had seen this person before; was this the person who saved him a long, long time ago?
Liu Jun squatted down beside the man and checked his pulse again.
"Hmm, you're recovering pretty quickly."
She didn't know much about the shepherd's situation, but with this recovery speed, even with her elixirs, ordinary people wouldn't have such a strong recovery ability. He truly has the body of a half-immortal.
His abilities were indeed not very good. Look at the two dead people lying next door. The old man's strength was not actually that high, but the "waiter" still managed to fight him to the death and didn't even save the people.
"You can't move right now, so just lie down. I'll help you reconnect the tendons in your hands and feet after you've recovered a bit more."
"..."
His lips moved slightly, as if he was trying his best to open his mouth and say something.
"No need for thanks, thank me properly after you've recovered."
His eyes always held a hint of unease and vigilance, but he concealed it poorly. Liu Jun saw through him at a glance and stopped paying attention to him, getting up to continue studying the potions.
That perverted old man was messing around with something. Liu Jun could only recognize three or five of the things on the wall. The others were either unfamiliar or a jumble of random mixtures, like he was conducting some kind of human experimentation.
It's unclear how long they stayed in that dark room, but the man on the ground finally had the strength to struggle to sit up, and Liu Jun went over and helped him sit up.
"Can you speak now?"
The man struggled to open his trembling mouth, slowly squeezing out each word from his dry throat: "Thank...thank you, I..."
His voice was dry and rough, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.
"Forget it, if you can't say it, then don't. I'll reconnect your tendons first."
Liu Jun channeled spiritual energy to clear his meridians, and then let the spiritual power flow to his limbs.
The process of resetting severed tendons is very painful, but he remained motionless as if he felt nothing, or rather, he was already numb.
The leaves broke off and withered, but the branches remained green, though only two leaves remained.
With his meridians reconnected, the man regained a sense of his limbs. He weakly raised his hand and moved a few fingers. After a long while, a different emotion finally showed in his eyes.
"This place is not safe to stay any longer; let's leave first."
Now that he could move, what was the point of staying here? Liu Jun approached and helped him up, then started walking upwards. However, he stopped after only a few steps, pointing at the two corpses over there:
"By the way, do you know him? He's here to rescue you."
The man looked in the direction she pointed, and Liu Jun could clearly sense that his emotions had become more volatile.
“I acknowledge…he is…one of my people.”
"Alright then, let's go first."
Take him back to the courtyard, then come and carry the body away.
She'd already used that little black box to hold seawater; she couldn't very well put the body in there and leave it to soak.
After carrying the shepherd's body out of the dark room, Liu Jun threw down two more explosive talismans, causing the dark room to collapse and burying the old man's body and the potions underground. Only then was everything over.
After two swift journeys, the last leaf was used up, and the lush green trees turned yellow and decayed. The operation, however, went exceptionally smoothly.
The man sat blankly in the courtyard. Liu Jun put the body he had carried back down, but still Yan Zhi did not return.
"Hanyu?"
The man nodded slightly.
That was an unexpected bonus.
Liu Jun thought he was at most a slightly higher-ranking shepherd, but unexpectedly he rescued a chief.
"That's not surprising..."
No wonder the sea monsters of Sumeru Sea all said they didn't know the shepherd, or those outsiders controlled by that old man. It seems the shepherd has been missing for quite some time.
The shepherds who visited during the Grand Union Tournament, with so many people present, and Lü Yuanbai never mentioning it, have no idea what their purpose was in visiting.
"I have seen you before."
"Oh?"
"Back then, you often spent time with someone..."
"Here, there's that person's scent."
Liu Jun was stunned. She finally understood how she had obtained the ice in her hand.
At that time, she was only a thousand years old, Yanzhi had not yet ascended to immortality, and there were only a dozen or so shepherds managing the vast southern Anhui region.
She had indeed forgotten how she obtained the ice in her hands. Over the long years, the shepherd had visited Xuanshan Gate several times, but after that, she had hardly heard about it anymore.
"This place is a huge prison, and we are merely its guards..."
Liu Jun was taken aback again, and only after Han Xun's increasingly fluent words did he learn the true nature of this unknown place.
Just as he said, this is a prison, existing like an independent space in the Sumeru Sea, with only one entrance and exit connecting it to the outside world.
This place is also connected to the upper realm, which is why it has such a rich spiritual energy.
Those imprisoned here are all sinful immortals who committed grave offenses in the upper realm. They are locked up here forever and will never be able to leave. Furthermore, their cultivation and abilities will continuously diminish with the length of their imprisonment until they perish. No one can escape.
The shepherds are the chosen guardians of the lower realm.
For generations, they have guarded that sea, this hopeless place, hoping that one day they will receive a blessing and return to the upper realm.
They were born as half-immortals, but were destined not to cultivate and ascend like cultivators. They could only pin their hopes on this illusory merit, a situation that has remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years.
Now their people are becoming increasingly few, and the sinful immortals imprisoned here are never peaceful.
They also wanted to escape this place, and many people tried, for a long time, for many, many years, but still to no avail, and slowly they gave up.
Time passes slowly here, but it can compress and deplete their cultivation quickly until they die, becoming one of those so-called paradise dwellers, a bound spirit that can never leave.
"So, you were tricked by that old scoundrel?"
Han Qian lowered his head slightly: "I don't remember very clearly either. It seems that the clansmen discovered something was wrong and wanted to investigate, but they were accidentally poisoned by the sinful immortal here."
"The sinful immortals here have been placed under some kind of restriction by the immortals of the upper realm, preventing them from possessing other bodies and their souls from leaving this place, that..."
"That person used some method to control several outside cultivators and make them work for him."