Chapter 141 Dual Blades, Icy Brilliance in the Martial World (10)

“Young Hero Weng, both weapons and concealed weapons are poisoned, but I have temporarily suppressed it.”

“Thank you, Female Hero Bai.” Weng Quan turned around, executing a graceful sword technique as he cut down another disciple of the Blood Devil Cult.

When the number of these Blood Devil Cult disciples was significantly reduced, almost to none, they considered retreating. Bai Tang, however, had different plans.

Since they came, she intended to leave none of them alive!

With dual blades in hand and a fierce expression, at this moment, she truly embodied the female god of slaughter.

After eliminating the last escaping Blood Devil Cult disciple, Bai Tang licked her pale lips, displaying a wicked yet enchanting demeanor.

The poison started to take effect, and Weng Quan felt a bit dizzy, weak throughout his body. He barely managed to remain standing by leaning on his sword.

Even bystanders could discern Bai Tang’s current severe state with unmistakable clarity.

Female Hero Bai had become a bloody figure, with blood covering her entire body. Most of it was due to the wounds caused by her various high-difficulty techniques, with the rest belonging to her enemies.

As she sheathed her dual blades, Bai Tang didn’t feel particularly well either. Though her soul had significantly improved this body, she was still enduring pain. The soul was supporting the weak heartbeat and recovery of this body, with the blood flow slowed to the point where her entire body felt cold.

“Female Hero Bai…”

Weng Quan felt a bit enlightened. Having recently entered the martial world, acting justly and upholding righteousness was his guiding principle, and punishing evildoers was his aspiration. Weng Quan hadn’t encountered major villains yet, and now, seeing Bai Tang approaching, covered in blood, it seemed like she had emerged from hell.

Bai Tang quickly said, “Sit down cross-legged, I’ll help you circulate your energy and force the poison out.”

Regardless, Weng Quan had been injured because he intervened to help her. Bai Tang, morally and ethically, should help him.

Weng Quan, determinedly holding his sword, refused, “Female Hero Bai, I’ll handle it myself. You don’t need to circulate energy, your injuries are too severe.”

“Stop dawdling. I won’t die, but if you don’t force out the poison, you might.”

Bai Tang’s tone wasn’t particularly pleasant—she was genuinely feeling cold and in pain.

Without further ado, she lifted Weng Quan’s hands, connected them, and smoothly transmitted her internal energy along his eight extraordinary meridians, as if it cost her nothing.

“Focus on expelling the poison.” In the end, Bai Tang added a final instruction. Weng Quan could only nod, closing his eyes to concentrate on driving out the poison.

Bai Tang’s internal energy was exceptionally domineering. As it coursed through his meridians, Weng Quan felt a surge akin to a mighty army. Though forceful, there was also a hint of gentleness within. Despite its dominance, it caused no damage to his meridians. In fact, Weng Quan sensed his meridians expanding, a coveted outcome for any martial artist. Through conventional means, such an expansion was difficult to achieve, and riskier methods often led to peril. Weng Quan had never expected his meridians to widen under such circumstances.

He had intervened when injustice was witnessed, and unexpectedly received such a rewarding outcome.

Only when Weng Quan had completely expelled the poison did Bai Tang cease her actions. Sighing, she found this experience to be the most draining.

Now, she felt dizzy, her head throbbing, and a chilling cold gripping her limbs. It was sheer willpower that kept her from fainting.

Ignoring the wounds on his own arm, Weng Quan crouched down, saying, “Female Hero Bai, I’ve successfully expelled the poison. Your current condition isn’t good—let me take you to see a physician.”

Bai Tang did not refuse. Despite her bleeding being under control, her injuries had worsened.

The martial world was not just about numerous men and women with lofty ambitions, seeking pleasure in both gratitude and revenge—it was also about a disregard for trivial matters.

Weng Quan’s Lightness Skill was indeed impressive and steady. Being carried on his back felt quite comfortable for Bai Tang.

Weng Quan appeared anxious, channeling his internal energy to the utmost. He was genuinely worried about the woman on his back. He could barely feel Bai Tang’s heartbeat, carrying her was akin to carrying a block of ice.

Fearful that Bai Tang might silently fade away, Weng Quan kept talking, continuously checking if she was still alright.

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