1504 Who Can Help Me? (1/2)

Qi Gang had written a long report. Before he sent it to the headquarters of the House of Chaotic Storms, he read it, modified it, and transcribed it.

He knew that his master needed the report as a reference to make a further plan.

His master wouldn't care about what they could get from the City of Chaos, not to mention the west city, but Qi Gang knew that what happened in this place would help his master learn the situation in the martial world. The attitude of the other forces would influence the plans his master made for the future.

What he had to do was to tell his master everything he knew, and that would be useful for his master's great plan.

After the message was sent, Qi Gang stood up. The east of the sky was turning bright. The sun was rising. He was frowning. It seemed there were still things that troubled him.

'The real chaos that concerns the House of Chaotic Storms hasn't come yet… but it will come at any time.'

'There is no doubt that the House of Chaotic Storms had expanded fast in recent years, but it is too fast… Our foundation isn't strong enough. The young master is a wise man, and he definitely has realized this problem. I just don't understand why he still chose to do this.'

'I don't know why, but I have this feeling. The Hall of Returning Nature should be the biggest enemy to the House of Chaotic Storms, but Master doesn't seem to care about it that much…'

'Why does Master devote so much to develop so fast? Why did he risk so much for it? What for? Is it necessary?'

'Does he want to reach the top of the world?'

'Or do we have another enemy?'

'Is it the Brotherhood Alliance?'

'Or are we going to fight the five royal clans?'

Qi Gang was lost and blank. The more he thought about it, the more confused he was. He felt like the House of Chaotic Storms whom he pledged allegiance with was more and more unacquainted to him…

…

”Medicine! Quick! Get me the medicine…”

”Do we have any more medicine that stops bleeding?”

”What?”

”That's impossible! How could this be incurable? No way! Impossible…”

Somewhere in the city, there was a small inn.

A few people stayed together. Anger, anxiety, and despair spread among them.

”Big Brother, you… Please, stay strong. We will find a cure! We will… Doctor, please… Do something! Save my brother! Please… Please help him…”

A middle-aged man anxiously begged the doctors who stood around. He was sweating in fear and anxiety.

There were also a few dan makers and pharmacists, who were slightly shaking their heads helplessly.

Another middle-aged man was lying on the bed. If he stood up, he must be as tall, and as strong as a mountain—but now he was lying on the bed, with a colorless face. He was dying.

He was still conscious, but there was a bloody hole in his chest. His inner organs were half damaged. It seemed nobody was able to save a man like this.

He hadn't passed away yet, only because the spiritual qi hadn't gone yet. It was the spiritual qi that kept him breathing.

It wouldn't last long, though. He was not going to make it.

The City of Chaos was in chaos. Within one night, over ten thousand men got hurt. Dan makers and pharmacists were badly needed everywhere. These people had the power to gather several dan makers and pharmacists, so they must be both powerful and wealthy. It was difficult to get a dan maker or a pharmacist with money. In the City of Chaos, money and power were both needed!

The dan makers and pharmacists showed them a helpless face, and the middle-aged man with big beards felt like he was struck by lightning. He was broken down. His lips were shaking, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Men do not easily shed tears, but when they do, then they are truly sad. There was always a moment when a man was truly sad, and that was when the tears filled their eyes!

His tough body suddenly became like boneless as it weakly dropped. He covered his face with both hands, and the unstopped tears flowed through his fingers.

”Here! Do something here! Stop the blood. You two, get over and do it now!” A voice of a lady, who was on the bed, urging the others.

The lady was sitting cross-legged by the side of the dying man. She kept one hand pushing on the man's chest, pouring her pure and strong spiritual energy into the man's body. She was holding the heart of the man and slowed down the spiritual qi of the man.

It was an extreme laborious method to extend the man's life. The lady must be an extraordinary cultivator, but her face became colorless because she had spent too much energy for too long. Sweats flowed down her face. Apparently, she was going to use up her energy, but she didn't give up.

The lady's eyes were filled with desperate craziness. She didn't give up, even though there was no hope. It seemed that as long as the man was still alive, her world was still alive.

She wouldn't give up.

If the last bit of the man's life energy was gone, and if the man died, then the lady's world died with him. She might still live, but her heart would die with him!

Two other men were taking care of the wound in the dying man's chest. Again and again, they patiently pasted the wound with medicine. Bit by bit, they used their purest spiritual qi to heal the wound.

The three people were doing their best, but it seemed to be helpless. It did keep the man alive, but it wouldn't last long. The man was dying!

Apparently, it wouldn't take long for death to take this man down to the netherworld!

”It won't work…” The dying man on the bed smiled bitterly and said. His eyes were dim. ”Guys… Don't waste your energy. I… I am done… You are giving me your life energy. It won't work, and you will die too!”

The lady in black clothes didn't say a word, as if she didn't hear the man. She gritted her teeth and kept pouring her energy into the man's body. Suddenly, she spat out a mouthful of blood…

As she spat out the blood, her spiritual power, which was going to be used up, was refilled again, as if it were inexhaustible.

”No… Sister!”

The other two men who were also pouring spiritual qi to help the dying man weren't happy to see that. Instead, they were frightened.

The lady had operated some sort of mystic technique to sacrifice a part of her life and turn it into her spiritual energy. She was refilling her energy by consuming her life. Of course, it worked, but such an extreme method only brought her temporary relief regardless of the consequences. It wouldn't last long, and it wouldn't save the man!

”Feng'er!” The man on the bed was frightened. He tried to stop her, and said, ”Please… Don't do this!”

The lady bitterly smiled but insisted on operating the mystic technique…

”Stop her now, you guys!” The man anxiously shouted.

His voice was getting weaker and weaker. He had already calmed down and tried to embrace death peacefully, but now he was anxious and worried.