Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness

1377  If He Requires Sacrificial Blood, I Am Willing (1) In the evening, Jiang Hao's shadow elongated in the setting sun.

He walked alone on the road.

Previously, disciples of the sect could be seen everywhere, but there were only a few people this time.

It was not that there were far fewer disciples. Rather, most were busy with reconstruction and could not leave their tasks.

Near the cafeteria, temporary shelters had been set up, where some outer sect disciples and ordinary people gathered.

They all needed food, but with the cafeteria destroyed, they had to find ways to fend for themselves.

At the edge, there was a simple shelter that had been shunned and left unattended by the others.

Jiang Hao walked straight toward it.

He did not attempt to conceal himself, and everyone instinctively looked his way.

Those nearby dared not be presumptuous and lowered their heads in greeting.

In the Cliff of Broken Hearts, more and more people greeted him.

As long as one was stronger than the other, the weaker one had to greet them, just like he had done when he was weaker than the others.

Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Hao arrived in front of the neglected house.

He then gently knocked on the door. "Junior Brother Feng, are you there?"

Clang!

Inside, there seemed to be some hurried and flustered movement as if someone had bumped into something.

But soon, the door opened.

Creak!

The door was opened by a stumbling female cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment Realm, but her aura was weak, and her cultivation was reduced greatly. That made her vulnerable to even minor injuries.

Jiang Hao looked at her closely. Her brows were knitted in fatigue and sorrow.

Her hand was injured. The injuries were like curses that tormented her.

These were not recent wounds. They had been there for about fifty years.

They seemed incurable.

She was left unnoticed and uncared for.

Seeing Jiang Hao, she was shocked beyond belief.

She was unable to fathom why such a significant figure from the Cliff of Broken Hearts would be here.

To a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, a late-stage Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator, who also happened to be a True Disciple and a candidate for the seat of the top disciple, was a very important figure.

"Greetings, Senior Brother." She bowed in a panic.

"Is Junior Brother Feng here?" Jiang Hao asked.

"Yes." Mo Ziqing hurriedly nodded. "Senior Brother Feng is seriously injured. I came here because no one was taking care of him. Actually, Senior Bother saved my life once, so I couldn't just leave him alone in this state."

Jiang Hao nodded.

So, that was the case.

He thought Junior Brother Feng had a Dao partner.

However, the woman in front of him had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm fifty years ago.

Logically, Feng Yang should be her junior.

Yet the merciless passage of time and harsh reality had worn down her self-respect.

She had dropped to the Lifeblood Refinement Realm. Calling Feng Yang a Senior Brother would invite mockery and insult from others, especially since she had been such a promising disciple.

People loved to kick others when they were down.

It gave them a perverse pleasure as if they were the ones who brought her down.

They even felt like they could surpass a genius.

This was part of human nature and was not so unusual.

Everyone harbored such thoughts to some extent.

Jiang Hao was soon invited in.

The place was drafty and visibly rundown.

It could not even provide basic shelter from the elements.

The bed was right next to them. Jiang Hao looked over and saw a man covered in numerous wounds.

He lay there quietly.

His breathing was weak, and a deathly aura had begun to form.

If he was not treated soon, it would be too late.

The man's eyes were open, and he was trying to look over to Jiang Hao.

When Jiang Hao got closer, Mo Ziqing quickly brought a chair and wiped it with her own dress.

He was afraid that dust would stain the person in front of him.

Jiang Hao did not say anything. He understood the difficulties she might have faced while dropping to the sixth stage of the Lifeblood Refinement Realm.

He sat down slowly and held out a bowl of fish soup. He looked at Feng Yang, who was still conscious but was seriously injured.

"Xiao Li cooked it and asked me to bring it to you. It might not taste great as you might not be used to it."

Feng Yang stared at Jiang Hao. He was unable to read his thoughts.

Jiang Hao said, "Xiao Li will make a fuss if she doesn't get good food. It's quite troublesome for me if you're not there."

Without waiting for Feng Yang to react, Jiang Hao reached out and placed his hand on Feng Yang's wrist.

After a brief examination, he heaved a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, your core isn't damaged. You'll be fine."

These words left Mo Ziqing in shock.

Could he really recover?

The next moment, Jiang Hao's power surged into Feng Yang's body and healed his injuries.

He truly could recover. However, his primordial spirit could not be cured.

Feng Yang had just reached the Golden Core Realm, so he could not understand if the Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator had such power.

By the time he reached that stage, who knew how many years would have passed?

Of course, it's also possible that Junior Brother Feng would never reach the Primordial Spirit Realm.

A moment later, Jiang Hao retracted his hand and coughed twice.

"I hope you can recover soon, so Xiao Li still has a place to eat well."

With that, he got up to leave.

At that moment, Feng Yang stared blankly at the ceiling.

Before Jiang Hao arrived, he had been in immense pain because of his injuries.

A huge pain lingered around him, and he could not get rid of it.

He was even unable to move because of the agony.

Caught between life and death, he was in despair.

He even wished for an end to his suffering, though he naturally did not want to die.

But it seemed he could no longer continue on the path of cultivation.

The prolonged pain broke his spirit.

Those he helped in the past did not add insult to injury, which was already a kindness until Jiang Hao had arrived like a bright light piercing a dark world.

Jiang Hao's arrival was something he had not expected.

Unlike others who barged in, Jiang Hao knocked on the door and even brought him some food.

Even outer sect disciples were not this polite to him.