96: Chapter 96 Treating Wounds

The moment Wang Yuyan saw Ye Yun, tears welled up in her eyes, and her body went limp, nearly collapsing.

She called out in a trembling, tearful voice, "Ye Yun, save me..."

The four pockmarked-faced men were terrified to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Daring not to linger, they exchanged glances and turned to flee.

A cold arc curved onto the corners of Ye Yun's lips.

He drew his burning snow sword with his right hand, a flash of fiery red sword light erupted, and the sword aura slashed out horizontally.

It instantly caught up to the two men running in the front.

As the sword light swept past, two heads flew high into the air, and blood sprayed out like a fountain.

The remaining two were scared out of their wits, their legs turned to jelly, yet they stumbled as they tried to run.

Ye Yun shifted his feet, unleashed his Flowing Cloud Steps, and caught up in an instant. The sword light flashed again, and two more heads fell to the ground.

The four headless corpses collapsed into a pool of blood, devoid of any life.

Ye Yun sheathed his sword and walked quickly to Wang Yuyan's side.

Wang Yuyan was leaning against a boulder, covered in wounds, her clothes torn, and her exposed skin stained with blood.

The most shocking sight was a deep sword mark on her chest, slashing diagonally down from her left shoulder.

It nearly reached her heart, and blood was still seeping out.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were devoid of color.

Seeing Ye Yun approach, she could no longer hold on; her body went limp, and she toppled toward the ground.

Ye Yun was quick to react and caught her in his arms.

A soft, warm sensation instantly transmitted through her tattered clothes.

He could clearly feel the softness and warmth of her body.

Ye Yun lowered his head, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the exposed skin on Wang Yuyan's chest.

The wound was shocking, yet the undulating curves were also faintly visible.

"I didn't expect... this girl looks slender, but she's quite well-endowed when held."

A strange feeling crossed Ye Yun's mind, but he had no time to dwell on it, quickly checking her injuries.

Wang Yuyan leaned in his arms, her consciousness fading as she murmured.

"Ye Yun, you came. I knew it... you would come..."

Before she could finish, she completely lost consciousness.

Ye Yun furrowed his brows, looking at the unconscious young woman in his arms, then at the blood-stained battlefield, and took a deep breath.

"I must first find a safe place to treat her wounds. She is too severely injured; if not treated in time, I fear it will leave lasting complications."

He bent down and scooped Wang Yuyan up horizontally.

The young girl's body was light and soft, pressing tightly against his chest.

The faint scent of a young girl mixed with the smell of blood drifted into his nostrils, causing his mind to waver slightly.

Ye Yun suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and carried her away from this bloody place, rushing toward a more secluded direction in the mountains.

...

Ye Yun carried Wang Yuyan, speeding through the mountain forest.

The girl in his arms was as light as if she had no bones, her soft body pressing tightly against his chest.

The faint scent of the young girl mixed with the smell of blood drifted into his nostrils.

He suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, his gaze vigilantly scanning the surroundings, searching for a hidden place to take cover.

About the time it takes to burn a stick of incense later, he discovered a hidden cave beneath a steep cliff.

The entrance was covered by dense vines; one would never find it without careful inspection.

Ye Yun pushed aside the vines and carried Wang Yuyan inside.

The cave was not large, about two or three zhang square, with a dry floor covered in a thick layer of withered grass.

In the corner, there were a few flat blue stones, clearly traces of beasts having once lived there.

Ye Yun gently placed Wang Yuyan on the withered grass and, using the faint light filtering through the cave entrance, examined her injuries.

At this sight, his brows furrowed tightly.

Wang Yuyan had many wounds on her body, but the most severe was the sword mark on her chest.

It slashed diagonally down from her left shoulder, nearly reaching her heart, and her clothes were soaked with blood, sticking to her skin.

If not treated in time, infection and festering would be minor, but excessive blood loss endangering her life was the major problem.

However, the location of the wound was too awkward; to clean and bandage it, he had to remove her upper garment.

Ye Yun hesitated for a moment, looking at Wang Yuyan's paper-pale complexion and her slightly rising and falling chest.

He took a deep breath, determination flashing in his eyes.

"Saving a life is paramount; I cannot worry about such things. Besides, I am only treating her wounds; my conscience is clear."

He reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly, and gently untied the sash at Wang Yuyan's waist.

The outer garment was slowly removed, revealing the blood-stained undergarment beneath.

The undergarment clung to her skin, outlining the young girl's youthful yet budding curves.

Ye Yun steadied himself and continued, carefully lifting the undergarment.

Her glistening white skin came into view; although stained with blood, one could still see its original delicate smoothness.

The sword mark was shocking, slashing diagonally from the left shoulder, with the deepest part almost revealing a faint hint of bone.

Ye Yun's pupils constricted slightly, and a trace of pity welled up in his heart.

He hurriedly took out clean water, cloth strips, and golden sore medicine from his Storage Pouch.

He first used the clean water to gently wipe the blood around the wound.

His movements were extremely gentle, fearing he might hurt the unconscious girl.

The blood was washed away bit by bit, revealing more skin mixed with the snow-white of the scars.

It glowed with a warm luster in the dim light.

Ye Yun dared not look too much; he collected his thoughts and focused on cleaning the wound.

He sprinkled the golden sore medicine and then wrapped it layer by layer with clean cloth strips.

Throughout the process, his hands remained steady, without the slightest impropriety.

After bandaging, Ye Yun checked the other wounds on Wang Yuyan's body.

He cleaned and applied medicine to each one, only then letting out a long sigh of relief.

After finishing all this, Ye Yun sat cross-legged on the nearby blue stone, closed his eyes, circulated the Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture, and began to Cultivate.

The cave fell silent, leaving only the sound of their long, steady breathing.

...

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, sunlight spilled into the cave through the gaps in the vines, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

Wang Yuyan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

What met her eyes was an unfamiliar rock wall, and a faint scent of medicine and an elusive masculine aura lingered at the tip of her nose.

Her pupils constricted suddenly, her body tensed instantly, and she subconsciously wanted to sit up.

But as soon as she moved, intense pain radiated throughout her body.

Especially in her chest, which was tightly wrapped with cloth strips, sending a chill through her.

Wang Yuyan looked down and froze instantly.

Her outer garment had been removed, and her undergarment had been undone.

Her chest was wrapped layer by layer in white cloth strips.

Traces of medicinal powder were still visible on her exposed shoulders and collarbone.

She looked up sharply, her gaze landing on the figure in green robes sitting cross-legged on the nearby blue stone.

Ye Yun.

He had saved her.

But the location of the bandage...

Wang Yuyan's cheeks instantly burned hot, and a blush spread from her cheeks to her ears and neck.

She bit her lip, her mind in chaos, not knowing what to say, and could only stare blankly at Ye Yun.

Seeming to sense her gaze, Ye Yun opened his eyes.

He turned to look at her, a gentle smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"Awake? How do you feel?"

Wang Yuyan opened her mouth, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.

"My, my wounds..."

Ye Yun knew what she wanted to ask; his expression was composed, and his tone was calm.