Muchen struggled to free himself from the sand dune, and then fell to the yellow sand ground.
Mu Chen spit out a big mouthful of blood mixed with sand. Mu Chen's face was very pale, and his right arm was burning. He couldn't feel too much pain at all, but the sweat flowing out of Mu Chen's face was so thick that it turned into slurry.
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Turning over and lying flat on the ground, Mu Chen gasped for breath. The system report that the mission was completed was ignored by Mu Chen.
After a brief inspection, Mu Chen's eyes twitched. His entire right arm drooped and he lost consciousness. His shoulder bones even collapsed, some of his bones were shattered, and even the meridians on half of his body were damaged.
Most of it was broken off.
Although it was very miserable and severely injured, it wasn't a big problem as long as he lived.
Mo Cheng, who used his Seven-Star Fighting Master to kill the mid-level fighting spirit, had such a brilliant achievement that outsiders could hardly imagine.
Taking out a large handful of elixirs, Mu Chen did not care about the specific names or grades. As long as they could be used to heal injuries and restore fighting spirit, Mu Chen stuffed them into his mouth.
"Little guy, you are really lucky to survive a powerful blow comparable to that of a peak fighting spirit.
I've seen a lot of talented old men, but in terms of strength, people of the same age as you may not be able to match your level. I'm really curious who your teacher is."
When he came closer, he saw that Mu Chen had not died, and Hai Bodong wiped the sweat off his forehead.
In all these years, Mu Chen is the first alchemist he has seen with a strange fire. If Mu Chen dies, the Edan that he has longed for may be forever out of reach.
Mu Chen was also happy about the fictitious teacher that Haibodong had imagined on his own.
Maintaining a certain sense of mystery will also make the old man feel a little wary, especially when he has no fighting power at all. Mu Chen is not sure whether the old man will take the opportunity to kill him.
Mu Chen was just about to ask the teacher who was not there to make a coat, but just then the effect of the fire rays disappeared...
Suddenly, an unprecedented feeling of weakness came. Mu Chen's body was already extremely weak. The side effects of the secret technique made Mu Chen spit out a mouthful of blood, his vision went dark, and he passed out.
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"Well..."
I don't know how long it took, but Mu Chen gradually woke up from his coma. He opened his heavy eyelids. The weakness in his body made Mu Chen moan feebly. Before his eyes were fully opened, he suddenly heard the sound of sobbing.
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The soft touch on the back made Mu Chen realize that he was lying on the bed. He wanted to prop up his body with his right hand out of habit, but Mu Chen suddenly gasped.
Looking sideways at his arms that were "tied up", Mu Chen was stunned, shook his head and smiled helplessly, he was now seriously injured.
Judging from the restored consciousness in his arm and the strong smell of medicine, someone had already treated the injury on his arm when he was unconscious.
"Master, you're awake."
The low sobbing sound was made by Qing Lin who was accompanying him. At this time, Qing Lin looked at Mu Chen who propped up his body and sat upright with a surprised look on his face. He quickly rubbed his eyes and wiped away the tears with his sleeves.
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"Um, don't cry, little Qinglin. I'm fine, young master. Look, you've become a little cat," Mu Chen joked with a smile, wiping away the tears on Qinglin's white face with his left hand, but feeling very sad inside.
warmth.
He stroked Qinglin's turquoise hair lovingly. Not sure if it was an illusion, but Mu Chen always felt that Qinglin's mental state was very bad, and her little face was too fair and a bit pale.
It's just that Mu Chen thought it was the exhaustion caused by Qinglin's hard work taking care of him when he was in a coma, but he didn't think deeply about it.
Looking around, Mu Chen found that the room he was in seemed to be in a basement.
The four walls of the room are inlaid with moonstones that emit a soft light. On the wall directly in front, there is a row of bookshelves stacked with various books.
The decoration of the room is very simple and the environment is very neat and clean. It can be judged that this is because the owner of the room cleans it frequently.
"Xiao Qinglin, where is this?"
Mu Chen's memory still lingers in the desolate desert, but from the looks of it, he should have been brought here by Hai Bodong.
"This is Mocheng. The old man is in the underground secret room below my map shop."
An old voice sounded, and then the ajar door was pushed open, and an old man with scars on his face walked out, it was Hai Bodong.
Looking at Mu Chen who was weak in breathing, Hai Bodong said strangely, "Little guy, how is the situation? I just treated your arm with simple herbs. After all, I am not proficient in the methods of a pharmacist.
I wanted to get some healing elixir from your Na Ring, but you little guy was too careful and didn’t know where you hid the Na Ring.
Even if you were an old man, I would feel cold after seeing your injuries. I was afraid that you would die just like that, but fortunately, you were in a coma for three days and three nights, so you managed to survive on your own."
"Yeah, Grandpa Hai is here."
Seeing that the visitor was Hai Bodong, Qing Lin said hello obediently, and all the vigilance on his face faded away.
On the first day, Xiao Qinglin was so frightened by the sinister scar on Hai Bodong's face that he once positioned Hai Bodong as a bad guy.
However, in the past three days, Qinglin has gradually felt that Grandpa Hai, who calls himself an old man, has no ill intentions towards Mu Chen and himself.
Haibodong hummed softly and brushed off his gray beard out of habit. His old face also had a soft look of joy.
These days, Xiao Qinglin's sweet voice makes Hai Bodong very happy.
"Hey, it's weird that you can find Najie from me," Mu Chen said in his heart with some pride.
Looking at Haibodong, Mu Chen said with a grateful expression, "The junior can save his life this time only because of the great help of the seniors.
The kindness of the seniors to the juniors will be kept in mind by the juniors. After the juniors recover from their injuries, they will definitely repay them with great gratitude."
"Thank you very much," Hai Bodong looked a little strange at first, but then said with a smile, "It's a good relationship, and it won't be a waste of time for me, old man. I'm already old, and my bones will fall apart, and I will risk my life with a little guy like you.
You are a pharmacist, right? I happen to have a problem in refining medicine that has been bothering me.
But I guess your current level of alchemy refining is not enough. I hope that one day in the future, when your level of alchemy refining reaches the sixth level, you can still think of me, the old man, and then you can refine a pill for me.
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The level of Po'er Dan is Grade 6! Pills of this level are extremely rare in the remote Jiama Empire. Even if you look at the vast Dou Qi Continent, it is not an ordinary item.
"Looking at the age of this little guy, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old. With such a strong fighting ability, in this state, this little guy naturally does not specialize in refining medicine. His medicine refining skills should be around the second level now."
Hai Bodong twirled his beard and speculated secretly.
Although Mu Chen's current level of medicine refining is not up to standard, he possesses the strange fire that countless alchemists dream of. Therefore, he is destined to have unlimited potential in medicine refining, and there will definitely be no problem in becoming a sixth-grade alchemist in the future.
"Old man, I am investing in advance. Although there are huge unknown risks, old man, I happen to like investing the most.
With this kid's potential, he will definitely become a top expert on the mainland in the future, and this little Jia Ma Empire may not be able to restrict him." This chapter has been completed!