latelenovela Chapter 356
Chapter 356
On the battlefield, smoke billowed, and shouts of battle mingled with the clash of weapons. Amidst the flashing blades and the gushing of blood, the ground stained crimson. Ye Jiuchen, amidst this chaos, his clothes tattered and his body riddled with wounds, stubbornly resisted the relentless attacks of Prince Ning's men. Just as the battle reached a stalemate, intensely fierce, a vast and unfamiliar power surged within Ye Jiuchen. This power, like a beast awakening after a long slumber, rampaged through his meridians, carrying a scorching heat.
It turned out that the spiritual spring medicine he had taken earlier was not only silently healing his shocking wounds, but more miraculously, it had also awakened the internal energy that had been dormant deep within his body for many years. This dormant energy, now awakened, surged forth with immense power. Ye Jiuchen felt a surge of heat erupt from his dantian, rapidly spreading along his limbs and bones, filling his muscles and bones with strength wherever it flowed.
His body, which had been slightly hunched from his severe injuries, slowly straightened, and he slowly stood up. His previously dim eyes now shone with a sharp and captivating light, like a blade in the cold night, capable of piercing through all darkness. Ye Jiuchen scanned the surrounding enemies; wherever his gaze fell, the enemies unconsciously took a half-step back. He casually bent down and picked up a blood-stained longsword from the ground. The sword, once in his hand, seemed to resonate with his will.
In an instant, Ye Jiuchen moved like lightning, carrying a gust of wind as he charged straight into the battle. His swordsmanship was fluid and graceful, yet incredibly sharp; each strike carried an overwhelming force of internal energy. The sword sliced through the air with a piercing whistling sound. He moved with incredible agility, his movements as unpredictable as a ghost. The sword in his hand seemed to come alive, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea, sometimes like a tiger pouncing on its prey. Ning Wang's men had no time to react before they fell one after another to his sword, their blood splattering everywhere.
Prince Ning, who had been overseeing the battle from the rear, was now utterly astonished, his face previously radiating confidence. His eyes widened as he stared intently at Ye Jiuchen, utterly bewildered that Ye Jiuchen could recover his strength so quickly in such a short time. His lips trembled slightly, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with terror and disbelief.
Ye Jiuchen moved with unparalleled ease, breaking through the encirclement in a few swift movements to reach Prince Ning. He pointed his longsword directly at Prince Ning's throat, the cold blade radiating a chilling aura that made Prince Ning shiver involuntarily. Ye Jiuchen's eyes were icy, and he said in a cold voice, "You think I'm so easily defeated? Today is your end." His voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying boundless killing intent.
Prince Ning was terrified; his face turned deathly pale. He tried to turn and flee, but his legs seemed nailed to the ground, too weak to move. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to beg for mercy, but no words came out. Seeing this, Ye Jiuchen's eyes flashed with determination. With a flick of his wrist, his longsword thrust out without hesitation. Prince Ning closed his eyes in despair, awaiting his death.
Just as the sharp sword tip was about to pierce Prince Ning's body, a black shadow flashed past like lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch. The black shadow precisely blocked Prince Ning's path, and Ye Jiuchen felt a powerful resistance coming from the sword, forcing his sure-kill strike to stop in mid-air.
Ye Jiuchen looked closely and saw that the dark figure was actually a mysterious healer dressed in black robes. His expression was calm, his eyes deep, and he held several slender silver needles in his hand. With a gentle flick of his sleeve, the silver needles moved like nimble snakes, instantly deflecting Ye Jiuchen's incredibly sharp sword strike. The silver needles clashed with the sword, producing a crisp sound and sparks flying.
Ye Jiuchen frowned deeply, his eyes filled with anger as he glared at the uninvited guest and shouted, "Why are you blocking my way?" His voice was filled with barely suppressed rage.
The physician remained calm, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said, "Although Prince Ning has committed numerous evils and heinous crimes, I must use him to test my new medicine. He cannot die now." His tone was firm and unwavering.
Ye Jiuchen snorted coldly, his tone icy: "This man is utterly wicked, his hands stained with the blood of innocent people. He will be killed today to appease those wronged souls." The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if responding to its master's killing intent.
The healer remained unhurried and calm, saying, "If my new medicine is successfully developed, it can save countless soldiers from their wounds and spare them from the torment of illness. This is more meaningful than killing him. After I administer the medicine, I will make him wish he were dead. Then it will not be too late to hand him over to you for disposal." As he spoke, he looked earnestly at Ye Jiuchen, his eyes full of confidence and expectation for the new medicine.
Ye Jiuchen silently weighed the pros and cons, thinking of the many seriously wounded soldiers in the army who were suffering daily from the lack of effective medical treatment. If what the doctor said was true, this new medicine might truly save countless soldiers' lives. After a moment of silence, he slowly sheathed his sword and said in a deep voice, "I hope what you say is true. If you dare to lie to me, I will not let you off easily." His eyes still held a deep warning.
Upon hearing this, the healer bowed to Ye Jiuchen in thanks, then turned and led the Prince of Ning, who was already paralyzed with fear, away. Ye Jiuchen watched their retreating figures, his fists clenching tightly. A fierce fighting spirit ignited within him, and he vowed to improve his strength as quickly as possible to avoid being controlled by others again. He knew that in this chaotic world, only by becoming strong could he control the situation and protect everything he cherished.
Covered in dust and exhausted, Ye Jiuchen hurried back to the camp. Upon entering, he didn't even bother to rest; his mind was preoccupied with the wounded soldiers, and he rushed towards the wounded soldiers' camp. The camp was filled with a heavy, suffocating stench of blood and medicine.
The moment Ye Jiuchen stepped into the wounded soldiers' camp, the scene before him caused his brows to furrow instantly. Inside the tents, rows of wounded soldiers lay or sat, each face etched with pain. Some soldiers clenched their teeth in agony, their clothes soaked with sweat; others murmured and groaned in pain while unconscious. Lacking effective medicine, they could only struggle in this endless agony, each second feeling like torture. Ye Jiuchen's gaze swept over every suffering face, his heart filled with pity and self-reproach. He clenched his fists, his hopes rising even stronger for the new medicine promised by the mysterious healer, hoping it could quickly rescue these soldiers from their suffering.