After traveling to the world of cultivation, it seems that I am still in college

Chapter 221 The Injured Monster

The huge monster walked slowly in the quiet forest. Its body was covered with dark green fur, but in the refraction of the sun, deep wounds and bloodstains could be seen. Every step seemed particularly heavy, and every wound was dripping with blood. Its fur looked unkempt and bloodstained, and the deep wounds flashed a cruel red in the sun. The monster knew that if these wounds were not treated in time, they might become its fatal weakness.

The monster knew it needed help, and its instinct told it that only the power of nature could heal these wounds. Although its body was in pain, the monster did not give up hope. It slowly stood up and began to look for herbs in the forest with heavy steps. Every step was accompanied by unspeakable pain, but it gritted its teeth and moved forward firmly. So it began to look for herbs in the forest. Its huge claws gently touched each plant, carefully identifying the shape and smell of each herb.

After a long search, the monster finally found a corner where clumps of herbs grew. It bent down and carefully picked the herbs with its huge claws, then put them aside and began to carefully examine each one. The fragrance of the herbs came with the wind, as if telling it the magical power of nature.

The monster searched for herbs and began to process them with its teeth and claws. It was not an herbalist, but its survival instinct made it know how to transform the power of these plants into its own salvation. Each herb was carefully processed, and each drop of medicine was carefully applied to the wound.

Finally, beside a small stream where the sun shone through the leaves, the monster found the herb it needed. It carefully picked the herb with its mouth, chewed it gently, and applied the juice of the herb to its wound. The fragrance of the herb spread and blended into the monster's skin, accompanied by a faint green light.

At this moment, when the monster was looking for something seriously, Situ Xiayan nodded, and everyone went out and entered the ambush circle divided by Situ Xiayan.

As time went by, the monster could feel the healing power of the herbs flowing through its body. The pain of the wound gradually eased, and the wound on its skin began to heal. Its breathing became steady, and a hint of determination and gratitude was revealed in its eyes.

However, Situ Xiayan did not let its relief last too long. She took the lead and whipped the monster on the head. The monster heard the sound of wind behind it, which was caused by Situ Xiayan's great strength. It wanted to dodge to the side, but the wound on its back still made it a step slower. Situ Xiayan whipped it in the middle of the forehead - immediately scraped off the flesh - it howled in pain and fell to the side. Yin Xuan Ge took this opportunity to attack quickly, without hesitation, and tried to entangle its body with wood magic. However, Yin Xuan Ge's attack did not work. The monster reacted quickly. Although it was very large, it still pulled its feet out of the vines.

It saw five people in total, one was Situ Xia Yan, who had a bad expression and looked like she was about to attack it with a whip; one was Yin Xuan Ge, who was obviously in the same group as Situ Xia Yan, and although he looked less capable, he was still better than those people in the village; one was Baili Zhao Yang, who stood there without saying a word, with a smile on his face, which made people's hair stand on end; one was Yan Yu Ze, who looked like he had no killing power and could be ignored; and one was Jing Han Rou, who was not a good person judging from his face, with his hands in his sleeves, probably planning something sinister.

It immediately made a judgment - why fight, it's still injured, run! It turned around and ran deep into the forest. Situ Xiayan quickly used magic to stop it, but the monster was obviously older and stronger than they thought, and it slipped away as soon as they let go. It was so fast that even five people and a group of secret guards couldn't catch up. They could only follow from a distance, looking at the small dot in front, and desperately following behind.

The monster was injured and still had this speed. If its malice accumulated to a certain extent, it would definitely be extremely vicious, and the whole village would be in danger. Situ Xiayan would not allow such a thing to appear near the village. She gritted her teeth and chanted the spell to enhance her physical fitness.

It should be said that she is really from the same lineage as Hengli. Ju Jifeng probably only needs these few methods because his cultivation is too strong. Improving physical fitness, rather than relying on fancy spells, is enough for him to become the best in the world. Hengli and Situ Xiayan have both followed their master's philosophy very well. At this moment, Situ Xiayan quickened her pace and chased forward.

This spell also requires spiritual power to support it. Situ Xiayan knew that if her spiritual power was exhausted, she would be left behind by the others. But she held the light ball given by Ju Jifeng in her hand. She believed that Ju Jifeng would definitely lend her spiritual power to help her complete her task. Although this was a bit unfair, what Situ Xiayan cared about was never victory, but the people being able to live and work in peace and reunion. They chased all the way like this for about two hours. It was dark, and everyone almost lost their strength and went into a deeper forest.

As the sun gradually disappears between the treetops and night falls, the atmosphere of the forest becomes mysterious and solemn. The shadows between the trees become deeper, and the wind sways the treetops gently, making a low whistle, as if telling the secrets of the forest.

In the forest at night, the whistling sound brought by the wind is like the whisper of ghosts, which makes people feel a little cold. The leaves rustle in the wind, which seems to be the whispers of creatures in the forest, or the response of trees to the world.

Occasionally, a night owl flew over the treetops, uttering a shrill and loud cry, breaking the silence of the night. Their calls echoed in the deep night, giving people a mysterious and elusive fear. Other wild animals in the forest, such as foxes and wolves, also began to move in the darkness, their calls appearing and disappearing from time to time, as if they were chasing or warning something.

In the distance, the sound of a stream is even clearer in the night. From time to time, the faint gurgling sound of the stream is like a philosophical thought of nature, which makes people immersed in silence and tranquility.

On this windy night, the depths of the forest are full of mystery and unknowns, and every subtle sound can give rise to endless associations and reverie. This forest is not only a natural shelter, but also the source of countless stories and legends.