bestfiction Chapter 223 Heroic Soul Flag
Chapter 223 Heroic Soul Flag
The "bathtub" swayed along the road for a while, and several gusts of cold wind made Zhong Ming shiver. He didn't know why he would feel this way even though he was soaking in hot water.
The burns healed quickly. A strange female monk walked over and glanced at Zhong Ming sideways.
Xuan Jing immediately noticed her, recognizing her as the cultivator in charge of treatment, and respectfully made way for her.
"Thank you so much, doctor. We brothers are extremely grateful."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming learned her identity and turned to reply, "Thank you, Fairy Lady."
The female cultivator raised an eyebrow. "Female healer?" This simple, unadorned way of addressing a mortal was inexplicably infuriating.
Her steps were light and graceful, and she wore a thin, pale green veil that partially obscured her pretty face. A beauty mark could be vaguely seen under her eye. She wore a simple green and white outfit, one of the standard medical uniforms of the dynasty. Although the clothing was not elaborate, her figure was fully revealed as she swayed her waist with each step.
Just as Zhong Ming was about to examine the other person closely, a wet "rag" was suddenly placed on his face.
"Woo~~"
“You are…”
The woman chuckled softly, "Your body wounds are healed, but you won't treat the wounds on your face? Soak a cloth in the medicine, apply it to your head, and change it every half incense stick's time. It will heal in no time."
Zhong Ming then remembered that his shiny bald head was still burned, but he had overlooked it for a moment because his body was in such a complicated state.
"Wow, thank you so much~~"
At this moment, Xuanjing was practically drooling, his heart pounding. Seeing the female cultivator turn to leave, he hurriedly said:
"Fairy sister, would you like to come and sit with us? I feel like my injury hasn't fully healed yet."
"No, there are too many injured people. I have to take care of other patients. Your injuries are not serious. You just need to rest for a while."
She gracefully walked away, and Xuan Jing almost lost his footing, tripping over his own feet and nearly falling flat on his face.
"Hey, Xuanjing, what's wrong? You saw a beautiful woman and you're so weak you can't even get into bed?"
"Go to the side, hey guys, let's get this straight and ask her which unit she's in. I'm definitely going to her unit."
"If the military doesn't accept men, would you castrate yourself?"
......
A few of his old teammates said some crude things, and then Zhong Ming was carried to the ground.
After becoming one of the top twenty teams, their treatment improved dramatically. They were given a spacious room to themselves, with walls made of jade on both sides. The walls were dark in color and had a flowing water-like texture. They were inlaid with gemstones and provided fresh air and spiritual energy.
Zhong Ming was placed in the center. Since no special requirements were given, the room was simply furnished with a table, chairs, and a jade bed. After seeing that Zhong Ming's external injuries had basically healed and would not affect his mobility, the others went out together and returned to their respective rooms.
Zhong Ming's belongings were placed next to the bathtub. He casually reached out to put them into his storage bag, but suddenly realized that the storage bag he had tied to his hand was gone.
It's likely that the rope was burned through during the battle with the Golden Crow, causing it to fall out.
He scratched his head, then quickly pulled his hand back when he touched the wound, feeling somewhat annoyed.
The important treasures are all here, including the Spring Cold and the Mother-Child Sword. It's just that we didn't get to eat the local specialties that Xiao Zhao and Xiao Yu gave us; they're all stuffed in that storage bag.
The other items in the bag weren't too important, but the bag itself was quite valuable, which made Zhong Ming feel a bit of a pang of regret.
He casually stored all the weapons in his storage stone dentures, quickly putting the matter out of his mind, and comfortably continued taking a bath.
The newly selected recruits were living a very comfortable life, but the senior cultivators at higher levels were getting so frustrated they were practically bald from scratching.
I can't understand it. Why are all the monster souls in this trial are listless, as if they have suffered wounds that are difficult to heal, hiding in their "nests" and helplessly licking their wounds?
"Old Huang, what happened? What kind of injury did you suffer?" In the empty core area of the restriction, a great cultivator tapped the huge pearl in front of him with a puzzled look. The pearl was bright yellow all over and had a diameter of more than three meters. It was floating in the air and emitting a faint precious light.
The cultivator became even more puzzled when he knocked but received no response.
Where is the artifact spirit? The artifact spirit isn't responding either?
"Old Huang? Old Huang, wake up? Are you alright?" The great cultivator imbued his hands with spiritual energy, each tap injecting a surge of spiritual power. He continuously tapped with his knuckles, each infusion of spiritual energy increasing with the last. After several repetitions, an aged voice rang out.
"Shut up, something's fishy this time."
The great cultivator breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he was alive. "If anything went wrong, I'll send someone to investigate immediately."
"It's nothing. It's like I encountered something very ancient, something that had basically disappeared before I was even born."
"what?"
The cultivator was somewhat dissatisfied. Why couldn't he just tell us what it was, since everyone was a riddle-maker?
"Senior, what... is that?"
"Don't you understand? I don't know, I don't know! I already said I was lost before I was even born." The spirit suddenly roared, startling him. He took a step back, promptly kowtowed, apologized, and threw spirit stones. The movements were swift and practiced.
The spirit of the artifact absorbed all the spiritual energy from the spirit stone without any hesitation, and then the empty area fell into endless silence once again.
After a fruitless conversation, the monk had no choice but to have his subordinates investigate, starting with the contestants' situation.
At this moment, the spirit known as Old Huang was studying the storage bag. After emptying its contents, it carefully observed it for a while and sensed that the energy was somewhat disordered.
Several ancient auras intertwined, yet were extremely faint, as if they had been touched or placed in the bag for a while, causing other objects to also absorb their auras.
"I feel like I can't afford to mess with him," Old Huang muttered to himself, then suddenly appeared beside Jinwu.
At this moment, the golden crow was on its last legs, no longer possessing its former glory, and curled up on the branch as if it were sleeping.
"Little bird, what did that person do that wound you so badly today?"
The golden crow let out a weak cry before falling into a deep sleep. The spirit of the artifact sighed, somewhat incredulous.
This trial ground is composed of countless restrictions and several powerful magical artifacts. It can only be considered the leader among these artifacts. I still need to talk to the others to understand their situation.
Surely it can't be that the "Heroic Spirit Banner," which has been lost for who knows how many years, has actually appeared.
It shouldn't be.