Humanity’s Great Sage

her demeanor told Lu Ye that she was on orders to come and tend to him.
“I’m one of Green Feather Mountain too.
My name’s Mu Ling.”  

 

Lu Ye got up at once and bowed, “Nice to meet you, senior sister.” 

 

“I’m here to see to your wounds, junior brother,” said the bright Medical Cultivator as she strode to a corner and began rummaging through her Storage Bag.

 

“I’m fine, senior sister.
But my mount’s rather the worse for wear.
Can you take a look at him?” said Lu Ye. 

 

“I’m afraid I’m still gonna examine you, junior brother.
Senior Brother Tang Wu has expressly stressed that I must make sure that you’re okay,” said Mu Ling as she swiveled around. 

 

Not wanting to sound ungrateful, Lu Ye could only oblige.
Fortunately, he really wasn’t hurt much and it only took a couple of minutes to dress most of the superficial wounds he suffered.
The only injury worth noting was the internal wound incurred during his bout against the Fifth-Order Combat Cultivator. 

 

But with the blow greatly mitigated by Lu Ye’s “Protection” Spiritual Pattern, Mu Ling did not have much trouble treating him. 

 

Finally, after making sure that Lu Ye’s injuries were all seen to, Mu Ling turned her attention to Amber.
She carefully removed the bolts and arrows jutting out of the tiger’s hide before applying some healing salve and herbs.

 

That took the better parts of almost two hours before Mu Ling’s work here was done.
She said her farewells and left, but not before leaving a pair of Healing Pills for both Lu Ye and Amber. 

 

Lu Ye knew better than to decline the kind offer.
As soon as Mu Ling was gone, he swallowed one, giving the other to Amber.

 

Yi Yi reappeared.
Only this time, she looked rather miffed at Lu Ye. 

 

”What’s wrong with you?” Lu Ye asked, perturbed by the nasty look she was giving him. 

 

But Yi Yi refused to respond.

 

“What the hell is going on?!” Lu Ye yelped incredulously. 

 

“Hmph!” Yi Yi averted her eyes, peeved and distant.

 

Lu Ye reached for the side of her face, his hand caressing her supple skin as he lifted her chin.
“Come on, what’s wrong?”

 

Yi Yi vanished again, withdrawing back into Amber with a quick “Someone’s coming”.

 

The flap of the tent folded sideways to admit another young woman with a curvy figure.
Amid a strange whiff of fragrance that lingered around her as she drifted across the tent, she sidled close and cooed into his ears, “Time to tend to those wounds of yours, junior brother.”

 

“W-Wait! I-I… J-Just now?!” Lu Ye gasped, utterly at loss for words. 

 

“That was just the first part of the process.
Now get on your bed,” she ordered curtly.

 

Lu Ye could not believe it.
[Heavens, are they really that serious about us?!] he wondered to himself.
[That they needed two healers to make sure I’m okay? But I’m not really hurt anyway…]

 

The female Cultivator wasn’t too amused to see Lu Ye’s hesitation.
“Get on the bed, please,” she pressed again impatiently.

 

[What’s wrong with her? In a bad mood?] Lu Ye thought at that moment.
But before he could say no, the female Cultivator pushed him and kept him pinned down on the bed before she began stripping his tunic.

 

She ran a slender finger through the firm curves of his hardened chest playfully, staring at him with a dreamy look.
“Impressive, junior brother.
Look at how strong you are…” She caressed the dreadful scars on every inch of his taut flesh.
“Men who survived great battles are just so irresistible…”

 

[Something is terribly wrong.]

 

Lu Ye got up at once before the young woman’s hands could skim on his body further and seized her wrist.
“Um, senior sister, are you sure you’re a Green Feather Mountain Medical Cultivator?”

 

She gave him a naughty and kittenish wink.
“Medical Cultivators deal with injuries to your body, I’m here to provide soothing and comfort to your mind!”

 

[Wait a minute! Wasn’t this one of the female Cultivators who were batting their eyelashes at me?!] Lu Ye recognized her at last. 

 

[She’s not some ruddy Medical Cultivator!]

 

Lu Ye refused to let go.
Grimacing at the situation, he urged, “I’m injured and I could do with some rest, senior sister.”

 

“So what if you’re injured?” countered the female Cultivator, “Life is short.
We take what we can, while we still can.
Carpe diem! Heaven forbid, we could be dead by this time tomorrow, so it’s wise to spend each day like it’s our last!”

 

Lu Ye could barely take his eyes off the generous curve of her bosom and bobbed his head, “Can’t contradict you there, senior sister!”

 

Then he felt it – the weight of Yi Yi’s and Amber’s stares bearing down on him.
Lu Ye looked up again and there were both of them, giving him angry and nasty looks!

 

Yi Yi looked like she was going to blow a gasket.
She thrust a finger at the female Cultivator and Amber lunged.

 

The next few seconds were utter pandemonium inside the tent before the female Cultivator scrambled out, spewing litanies of curses and expletives between every breath.
If only she knew how lenient Amber had been or she could have been dead. 

 

The inside of the tent looked like the aftermath of a cyclone with the bed utterly collapsed.

 

Lu Ye sat on the ground with Yi Yi towering over him imperiously.
“Oh, you found yourself unable to contradict her, eh?”

 

”Well, what she said made sense.”

 

“In what way?!”

 

“In how inviting her generous offer was,” Lu Ye answered cryptically, not forgetting to hold up his hands in front of his chest to emphasize how enticing the female Cultivator’s womanly charms were. 

 

Yi Yi peered at her own chest and that infuriated her.
With a final howl of total frustration, she vanished back into Amber.

 

That left Lu Ye and Amber both tossing blank stares at each other.
At last, Lu Ye decided to look for something to eat.
They had barely consumed anything yet and some epicurean pleasures would certainly help to satiate those particularly good appetites of them both. 

 

He left the tent and found a flaming bonfire where he sat down.
He got some animal flesh he had been keeping inside his Storage Bag and cooked them over the fire.
He had only just begun eating when more Cultivators appeared.
Some of them well and a good many of them hurt, they came bearing gifts.
Some offered him more meat while some presented him with some liquor and wine, and every one of them was kind and warm. 

 

This was a first for Lu Ye, who had never been showered with such generosity and attention since his arrival into this dimension.
But he was somewhat relieved to find that the Cultivators did not stay to talk much.
They merely came and left whatever they brought, exchanging only some short but friendly greetings. 

 

Lu Ye did his best to respond politely to every one of them. 

 

[Is this the dignified presence that members of great and powerful sects often carry?] The Cultivators all thought when they took their leave and walked away.