162: Chapter 162 A Turning Point Appears

The five people who were originally by his side had met different fates.

The injured Disciple from the Jinyang Sect had already been killed and fallen.

The two Loose Cultivators were nowhere to be found, but the last time they were seen, they were covered in blood.

Wang Hai had reunited with the main force of the Qinglan Sword Sect and joined their ranks.

Now, the only ones still beside Li Changsheng were Su Qianxue from the Qingxin Pavilion and Zhao Qian, who had followed the main force over earlier.

Su Qianxue was in even worse shape than him; her face was as pale as paper, and as she leaned against a wall, she didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Senior Brother..."

Zhao Qian's voice came from the side, weak as the buzzing of a mosquito.

"How much longer... can we hold out?"

Li Changsheng did not answer.

He didn't know.

Their Medicinal Pills had long since run out.

The number of wounded was increasing, while those capable of fighting were dwindling.

The Mountain-Protecting Formation was already teetering on the edge of collapse, liable to shatter at any moment.

Once the Formation broke and the evil Cultivators drove straight in, the Qingxin Pavilion would be finished.

Just then, a sudden commotion broke out in the distance.

Li Changsheng snapped his head up, tightening his grip on his sword hilt.

But he was quickly stunned.

Because that commotion wasn't coming from the direction of the evil Cultivators, but from... the rear?

He looked back and saw a streak of azure light appearing on the horizon.

The light grew brighter and larger, transforming in the blink of an eye into a massive Flying Boat that sped toward the Qingxin Pavilion.

A flag fluttered atop the Flying Boat.

It bore the pattern of a medicinal herb, snapping loudly in the wind.

Medicine King Valley.

Li Changsheng's heart jolted.

Had the reinforcements from Medicine King Valley arrived?

The Flying Boat slowly descended into the valley, the hatch opened, and a lean, elegant middle-aged man with a scholarly temperament strode out.

The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley.

Behind him followed over a hundred Medicine King Valley Disciples, each carrying a large medicine chest on their back filled with various Medicinal Pills and medicinal ingredients.

The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley's gaze swept across the devastated valley and the blood-soaked Disciples of the Qingxin Pavilion, his brow furrowing deeply.

"Medicinal Pills!"

He said in a low voice.

"Save the people first!"

The Medicine King Valley Disciples scattered, beginning to treat the wounded.

Watching this scene, an indescribable wave of complex emotions welled up in Li Changsheng's heart.

The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley—the man who had sighed "we must deliberate carefully" outside the Council Hall, the man who had been pressured by his Sect to "refuse active participation"—was now personally leading a team to the front lines.

He remembered the words he'd overheard outside the hall that day, and that helpless sigh from the Valley Master.

It turned out he hadn't been unwilling to come.

He just... needed time.

The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley personally took action to treat the heavily injured Disciples.

His techniques were strange and exquisite.

Sometimes he used silver needles, sometimes medicinal powders, and sometimes he simply pressed his fingers onto the Acupoints of the wounded.

Those Disciples who were at death's door actually began to regain their vitality under his hands.

Li Changsheng stood not far away, watching intently.

Just then, he suddenly noticed a detail.

A faint purple light was shimmering on the fingers of the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley.

Was that... poison?

His heart tightened as he observed more closely.

Sure enough, before every time the Valley Master touched a wounded person, he would first use those purple-lit fingers to draw a few circles around the wound.

After the purple light seeped into the wounds, the black Evil Qi upon them actually began to recede!

He was using poison to suppress the evil Cultivators' Evil Qi!

Li Changsheng suddenly understood.

Medicine King Valley was famous for Alchemy, but they were also renowned for their use of poison.

Poison and medicine were two sides of the same coin.

The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley was clearly using poison techniques to counter the evil arts of the evil Cultivators!

"What are you looking at?"

A voice came from the side.

Li Changsheng turned and saw a young Disciple from Medicine King Valley standing beside him, looking at him curiously.

Li Changsheng shook his head and didn't speak.

The Disciple followed his gaze, smiled, and said,

"The Valley Master is using 'Evil-Dissolving Powder'."

"That stuff is a secret recipe of our Medicine King Valley, specifically designed to counter the Evil Qi of evil Cultivators."

"However, this thing is poisonous itself; only someone with the Valley Master's level of cultivation can use it. If we used it, we'd poison ourselves to death."

Li Changsheng nodded, lost in thought.

The Disciple looked at the injuries on his body, fished a Medicinal Pill out of his medicine chest, and handed it to him.

"Take this. It's for healing."

Li Changsheng took the pill, offered his thanks, and swallowed it.

As the pill entered his stomach, a warm current instantly spread through him.

The pain from his wounds actually lessened significantly.

The Medicinal Pills of Medicine King Valley truly lived up to their reputation.

An hour later, the evil Cultivators launched another attack.

This time, the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley personally led the defense.

He didn't charge to the very front like other Nascent Soul Cultivators; instead, he stood at the rear, his hands constantly waving, scattering countless streaks of purple light.

When that purple light landed on the evil Cultivators, it instantly corroded their protective Evil Qi, making them scream in agony.

At the same time, he scattered countless streaks of azure light.

When that azure light landed on the righteous Disciples, it instantly healed their injuries, reigniting their fighting spirit.

Poison and medicine, killing and saving—they were perfectly integrated in his hands.

Watching this scene, Li Changsheng felt an indescribable sense of shock.

This was a truly powerful expert.

Not only were they strong themselves, but they could also make those around them stronger.

He took a deep breath, gripped his sword, and charged into the battlefield once more.

Behind him, the voice of the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley rang out.

"Fellow Daoists of Qingxin Pavilion, you have held out for three days; now it is our turn!"

The eyes of the Qingxin Pavilion Disciples lit up with the light of hope.

They gripped their swords and charged forward alongside the people from Medicine King Valley.

The tide of battle began to turn.

As the battle continued into the deep of night, Li Changsheng suddenly noticed a strange phenomenon.

The offensive of the evil Cultivators was beginning to grow chaotic.

Some evil Cultivators were attacking frantically, while others were hesitating and retreating; some were desperately charging forward, while others were quietly shrinking back.

The Demonic Cult Alliance, which had originally coordinated with tacit understanding, was now showing obvious signs of fragmentation.

"What's going on?"

He frowned and observed carefully.

He soon discovered a detail.

At the rear of the evil Cultivator camp, two figures were arguing heatedly.

One was a Black-robed Elder at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, and the other was a middle-aged demonic Cultivator at the Golden Core Late Stage.

The two were arguing until they were red in the face, nearly coming to blows.

"...On what grounds are we retreating?!"

"We've already fought to this point!"

"The Sect Master has ordered it! Withdraw to the border! Did you not receive the transmission?"

"I received it!"

"But I don't agree!"

"Qingxin Pavilion can't hold out anymore; one more push and we can take it!"

"Take it? With what are you going to take it?"

"The reinforcements from Medicine King Valley have arrived; the situation has changed!"

"So what if it's changed? If I take two Golden Core Stages with me, it'll be enough to break through their defensive line!"

"You...!"

The argument grew more intense until finally, the Black-robed Elder threw back his sleeve and led two Golden Core Cultivators toward the flank of the Qingxin Pavilion.

The middle-aged demonic Cultivator was trembling with rage but was powerless to stop him.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng's heart stirred.

A rift had appeared within the Demonic Cult.

Some wanted to retreat, while others wanted to fight.

Wasn't this exactly the opportunity they needed?

He turned and shouted to Su Qianxue.

"Follow me!"

Su Qianxue was stunned for a moment, but then she followed him.

The two bypassed the main battlefield and crept toward the flank.

Sure enough, the Black-robed Elder was leading two Golden Core Cultivators in a frantic attack on the Qingxin Pavilion's flank defense.

Only two Golden Core Elders and seven or eight female Disciples at the Foundation Establishment Stage were defending there; they couldn't possibly stop their attack.

"Stop them!"

Li Changsheng shouted.

Su Qianxue raised her hand, and a streak of pure light fell upon those female Disciples.

The female Disciples' spirits were bolstered, and their sword techniques immediately became a bit more sharp.

Li Changsheng also charged forward, engaging in battle with the two Golden Core Cultivators!

He was only at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage and was no match for a Golden Core Stage opponent.

But he didn't fight them head-on.

He simply maneuvered, pinned them down, and stalled for time.

With every small spell he cast, he was ready to retreat at any moment; with every attack, he was looking for a flaw in the opponent.

The two Golden Core Cultivators were annoyed to no end by his harassment, but they couldn't catch him for the time being.

Just then, several figures charged down from the mountaintop!