Chapter 609: Chapter Six Hundred and Five: Seeking Medical Help

The anxious tribe leader, Mi Jin, only stood up to give orders to his guard, Mizhu, after finishing all the work at hand: “Go to the Medicine Valley.”

Mizhu shivered all over, immediately realizing that the previous Wind Media messenger might have come to inform about the severe injury of the front-line Martial Ancestor. Could it be that they were defeated at the front line!?

With an unlucky premonition, Mizhu’s face turned bitter, and he hurriedly went out to prepare a carriage.

As soon as they got Mi Jin on the royal vehicle, Mizhu could no longer hide his anxiousness and asked: “Father, was the message just now related to the frontline? Is it that the Sect Head is seriously injured? Or have we lost at the frontline?”

Mi Jin furrowed his brows at his son’s anxious behavior and sternly said, “Calm down.”

For a leader, maintaining composure in the face of joy or anger doesn’t mean pretending to be calm, but realizing that panic is the most meaningless response when things have already happened.

You can be incapable of solving the problem, but if you panic in the face of difficulties and cannot perform with your full capabilities, you do not possess the qualities of a leader. Mi Jin was disappointed by Mizhu’s behavior.

In a short while, the two arrived at Medicine Valley, and the Medicine God Sect’s Mi Yu was already waiting at the door. Seeing the tribe leader Mi Jin, who had just gotten off the royal vehicle, he quickly stepped forward, but as he was about to speak, Mi Jin waved his hand and said: “Let’s discuss this inside.”

Suppressing his anxiety, Mi Yu led Mi Jin into the quiet room. Before closing the door, Mi Jin turned back and instructed Mizhu: “You guard the door here. Before I come out, no one else is allowed to approach.”

After giving instructions to Mizhu, Mi Jin followed Mi Yu into the room and closed the door.

The moment they entered the quiet room, they saw those who had been dispatched to the rear of North Mountain sitting in the quiet room, looking dejected, especially the leaders. Their arms were broken, their faces ashen.

Though he knew that the assault team, relied upon as their trump card, was defeated, Mi Jin couldn’t imagine what kind of blow would cause these battle-hardened Martial Ancestors of the Mi Clan to wear such expressions.

He, Mi Jin, could afford the failure of a single plan. But he couldn’t afford the loss of the martial spirit of so many Martial Ancestors.

Keeping a composed mind, Mi Jin knew that now was not the time to dwell on success and failure, but rather a crucial moment to rebuild everyone’s confidence. So, he smiled and said to Sect Head Mi Hu: “Thanks to your efforts in distracting the enemy from the front lines, we were able to gain an advantage on the battlefield. Now that you are back at the right time, with your participation, our allied forces can surely enhance their momentum and seize the southwest foothills of North Mountain in one fell swoop!”

Mi Jin naturally saw that Mi Hu and his team had lost both arms. But for the Mi Clan, with its profound heritage, the regrowth of lost limbs was nothing significant. They strived for the long-term goals instead of dwelling on the temporary setbacks. As long as the Mi Clan could ultimately win, this assault team would still be very meritorious, regardless of success or failure.

Such a response couldn’t have been more generous, but Mi Hu and the others weren’t moved in the slightest. Even the medicine master Mi Yu looked quite strange.

The gloomy atmosphere finally made Mi Jin realize that something was wrong. He hurriedly asked, “Everyone, what…what’s going on?”

Dark clouds hovered over the heads of Mi Hu and the others. They looked at each other, all with embarrassed expressions, but no one spoke. Finally, the medicine master Mi Yu spoke with difficulty, “Tribe leader, we asked for you because we needed to tell you that the doctors in the Medicine Valley have tried three or four rounds of limb-regeneration elixirs on Sect Head Hu and the other Martial Ancestors since yesterday, but there is no sign of improvement.”

“Just like…like….” As he was speaking, the old medicine master suddenly ran out of words, seemingly unable to find suitable adjectives to describe the condition of the people in front of him.

Looking at the troubled old medicine master, Mi Hu stood up, looked into the eyes of Tribe leader Mi Jin, and said dejectedly, “Like a natural deformity that cannot be cured by medicine!”

“How can this be?!!” Tribe leader Mi Jin, who had always maintained his composure, was finally caught off guard. He turned his head and asked the old medicine master in disbelief, “They obviously lost their arms during a battle. Why can’t they be regenerated?”

It should be known that Mi Hu’s team was the backbone of the active forces of the Mi Clan. In terms of the number of top-class Martial Ancestors, they were not inferior to those in the front line. But such an elite group, while executing a distracting mission, had lost their arms. How could Mi Jin accept such a loss?

The elite Martial Ancestors of the Mi Clan focused on practicing martial arts with their fists and bows and arrows. Losing their hands would mean that the decades of hard work would be lost overnight. Mi Jin instantly understood why everyone looked so gloomy when he came in.

But why would this happen? Mi Jin was filled with doubt.

The loss of arms for the active top Martial Ancestors was a massive blow to the tribe. Yet, he thought further into the future. If one could lose their arms in a great battle with the Tang Clan, who would dare to fight to the death for the tribe in the future?

If all the Martial Ancestors of the Tang Clan master a secret technique that would permanently cripple the enemy’s limbs, it would completely change the situation of the war between the two tribes. The small advantage that the Mi Clan allied forces had on the front line practically ceased to exist.

To be precise, due to the serious injuries of Mi Hu and his four companions, the gains in high-end combat power for the Tang Clan far exceeded the gains of the Mi Clan on the front-line battlefield.

In response to Tribe leader Mi Jin’s question, the old medicine master could only recount the information collected from the wounded Martial Ancestors and add his own guess, “The reason Sect Head Hu and the other Martial Ancestors ended up this way is due to a strong Innate Qi of Gen Earth being poured into their wounds when their arms were severed. This Innate Qi is extremely poisonous. It closed the apertures of the severed tendons and bones, making medicinal herbs useless, as the new body has accepted this as a norm.”

The old medicine master had explained this to each of the Martial Ancestors who had lost their arms, so hearing it again, everyone present but Mi Jin, who was hearing it for the first time, had a numb look on their faces.

Because in the last day, they had asked the old medicine master countless times, and they had already become numb to it.

“Is there any cure for it!?”

Despite being shocked that the family’s Martial Ancestors had lost their arms in this way, Tribe leader Mi Jin still asked the most critical question.

“There isn’t a sacred medical ground in the western part of Longzhou, but there is a Hundred Herbs Immortal Mansion next to Kunwu City in the middle. Maybe they can tell if they can heal these great men’s wound.” The old medicine master said and hesitated: “If the Hundred Herbs Immortal Mansion can’t heal it, we will need to ask the Medicine God Sect in Zhongzhou.”

Martial arts have flourished for over a thousand years, and it is not uncommon for the severely injured from the Fierce Realm to have their body rebuilt. It’s terrifying to think of the horrifying things that martial maniacs would do for their practice.

It’s only the reconstruction of two arms; for the Mi Clan, this might be an impossible task, but for sacred places like the Medicine God Sect, it’s not a problem at all.

After listening to the old medicine master, Mi Jin suddenly understood why Sect Head Hu looked so guilty. At this critical moment of war, the five active top-ranked Martial Ancestors had to travel tens of thousands of miles to Kunwu City for treatment. Given the pride of these Martial Ancestors, how could they bear to ask for it?