Invincible Kungfu Healer

He had done everything he could for the Snow Storm Stratagem even though he had only bought them one more day. After all, he was not an immortal cultivator; he was just a warrior. He could not defeat the power of the Stratagem Destroying Flags.

In Old Master Chen Wuhui’s bedroom, Mo Wen stood solemnly in front of his bed and began acupuncture once again.

In normal circumstances, Old Master Chen would need two further days to fully recover. But Mo Wen knew that Intentionless Sect could not wait two more days, so he had no choice but to use some special techniques.

Mo Wen stayed in the room from afternoon until night. Old Master Chen sat cross-legged on the bed cross-legged. White fog emitted from his body constantly like mist.

After an unknown period, the sun set, and the moon rose.

A terrifying aura spread across the bedroom, immediately covering the entire room. However, just a moment later, the terrifying aura dispersed as if it had never appeared and was just an illusion.

Mo Wen slowly placed the Ming Yang ancient needles back into the Medicine spiritual ring. His grave expression finally relaxed, and he nodded slightly at Old Master Chen.

Old Master Chen had already opened his eyes. His complexion was flushed and his eyes bright. He looked energetic and did not seem like a patient.

“Thank you, young friend Mo Wen, for your incredible medicine skills. I and Intentionless Sect can’t thank you enough.” Chen Wuhui stood up from the bed and bowed slightly to Mo Wen.

“You’re too kind, old master Chen.” Mo Wen moved quickly to try and avoid the awkwardness of the situation. He felt a little odd that Chen Wuhui, who was one or two centuries old, would bow to him politely.

Even though Chen Wuhui would become his subordinate and bow to him if Mo Wen rebuilt the Ming Cult, it was not the time yet.

“Young friend Mo Wen, I am a little surprised by your skills. There are not many who have skills comparable to yours in the world.” Chen Wuhui looked intensely at Mo Wen. At first, he had not thought that Mo Wen could rebuild the Ming Cult, but he could now vaguely see the youth’s bright future.

“Old master, you have praised me falsely. The world is big, and I fear that we see only a corner of it.” Mo Wen laughed blandly. He did not know how wide the world was. After all, he did not understand this world well.

Furthermore, there were immortal cultivators in this world. His minor skills were not worth much. Chen Wuhui had obviously not considered immortal cultivators in his statement.

“Old master Chen’s injuries are fully healed now. I suppose that you have a plan against the Sacred Flame Sect?” Mo Wen said with a smile. He had expended significant energy to heal Chen Wuhui completely

“Why does young friend Mo Wen need to ask me? You must have come up with a plan a long time ago.” Chen Wuhui laughed heartily. The Sacred Fire Sect was indeed very unfortunate to have encountered Mo Wen.

Time passed by slowly. Sacred Flame Sect and Intentionless Sect were both waiting. Once the power of the Snow Storm Stratagem disappeared completely, the war would completely erupt.

The people of Sacred Flame Sect could not wait as they sharpened their blades. Their expressions were all fierce.

The atmosphere in Intentionless Sect grew tenser and tenser. The faces of several disciples had already turned pale as wild thoughts ran through their minds. It was as if they were waiting for a disaster to happen.

At daybreak, the first ray of light cut through the clouds and shone onto the earth, shining brightly on the inner city.

The power of the Snow Storm Stratagem had finally completely disappeared. The inner city returned to its previous appearance. It was as if everything was just an illusion.

The buildings inside the city gradually appeared in front of everyone’s eyes and were no longer invisible, covered in wind and snow.

“Chen Zikuang, I would like to see how long Intentionless Sect can struggle on the brink of death.” Zhu Lanhuo laughed coldly as he stared at the halls of the Intentionless Sect. His gaze was fixed on the Mindfulness Hall in the center.

“Everyone, charge in and leave no one alive.” Zhu Lanhuo said frostily. He charged first, heading towards the inside of Intentionless Sect.

The warriors of Sacred Flame Sect were dressed and prepared. They all seemed to have consumed stimulants as they charged madly at Intentionless Sect. The feelings of grievance they had experienced for the past two months could finally disappear. They were no longer restricted by the environment with the Snow Storm Stratagem gone.

Chen Zikuang stood in the square of the Mindfulness Hall alone, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Sacred Flame Sect. He was prepared. As for mobilizing people, there was no need for that at all. After half a month of fighting, everyone in Intentionless Sect knew that they would either live or die. Their only option was to do their best.

“Chen Zikuang, I’ll see how you can be arrogant now. Die.” Zhu Lanhuo flew to the sky above the Mindfulness Hall with just a little effort. He waved his hand and a terrifying power fell, forming a large palm and knocking into Chen Zikuang.

Chen Zikuang’s expression was cold. He advanced fearlessly. There were two objects in his hands. One was a mountain-shaped inkstone while the other was a little token. They were both Sect Guarding Spiritual Weapons. Chen Zikuang could block Zhu Lanhuo, an intermediate Golden-Elixir realm practitioner, with beginner level Golden-Elixir cultivation not only because of the help from the Snow Storm Stratagem but also because of the two spiritual weapons in his hands.

However, with the Snow Storm Stratagem gone, it was slightly difficult for him to block Zhu Lanhuo with just the two spiritual weapons. Furthermore, there was also Li Zhuoying who was eyeing him fiercely at the side. However, he had no other choice to fight now.

Zhu Lanhuo and Chen Zikuang collided together and the two started to fight. A terrifying power formed into tornadoes and those around them dared not to approach.

On the other side, more than ten elders in the beginning Golden Elixir realm from Sacred Flame Sect charged into Intentionless Sect. They each found an opponent and started an intense battle. It was fortunate that Mo Wen had killed ten elders from the Sacred Flame Sect earlier. Otherwise, Intentionless Sect would not be able to defend against more than 20 Sacred Fire Sect elders charging at them together.

Even so, Sacred Flame Sect still had 12 elders and the Intentionless Sect only had eight. It could be said that they were at a disadvantage.

Lin Kuang ignored the elder class warriors from Intentionless Sect and instead wove around. He flew through several halls as if he were searching for something. “Where did that little b*stard go?” His expression was cold, and he kept searching for Mo Wen’s figure. He had been completely embarrassed by the incident last time he had met the youth. Not only did his peers in the Sacred Flame Sect laugh at him occasionally, but even the sect leader was also somewhat unhappy with him because of it.

Lin Kuang lived up to his name. He was mad, proud and cared a lot about his reputation. How would he be able to bear this? He kept thinking about it. He had planned to find Mo Wen once Intentionless Sect’s Snow Storm Stratagem was broken and he would then tear the little b*stard into pieces and grind his bones into ashes. He would make sure Mo Wen understood the meaning of the phrase ‘living is worse than death’ by the time he had finished with him.

“Who are you looking for?” A lazy voice rang out from behind Lin Kuang. It came from a youth who held his arms against his chest. His eyelids slightly hooded and it felt as if he had no intention of even looking straight at Lin Kuang.

Lin Kuang heard the familiar voice and turned around. He said with an angry expression, “You little b*stard, so you’re hiding here. I’ll teach you what ‘wanting to die’ means.”

“Are you blind? Which eye do you see me hiding with?” Mo Wen asked blandly.

“Little b*stard! You’re sick of living. Die.” Lin Kuang was furious. He had not thought that Mo Wen would still dare to behave so arrogantly at a time like this. Did he not realize that Intentionless Sect would be destroyed soon? And him, the little b*stard, would be more miserable than everyone else.

Lin Kuang bellowed and strode forward, changing positions in the air. He immediately appeared before Mo Wen with his iron fist striking out. The terrifying power seemed to make the air around them collapse and the air pressure changed rapidly.

“Idiot, you don’t have that ability yet.” Mo Wen lifted his hands lightly and easily blocked Lin Kuang’s punch. His body leveraged on the force and he immediately backed off, traveling several hundred meters.

“Thinking of running? Hurmph, too late.” Lin Kuang laughed coldly, thinking that Mo Wen was planning to escape. He immediately chased after him. He yelled while he gave chase, venting the anger in his heart as if he could finally get revenge.

A playful smirk appeared on Mo Wen’s lips. His figure flickered lightly and he kept backing away. He ran several thousand meters in just a few moments into an area that grew more and more secluded. They could not see many people around them.

“I’ll see where you can run to.” Lin Kuang sniggered and continued frantically chasing after him. No matter how much the youth ran, there would be a point in time where he would weaken. He did not think that the youth’s endurance was stronger than his.

“Idiot. I already said that I wasn’t running, and yet you still chase stupidly after me. Since you want to die, then I shall help you accomplish your wish.” Mo Wen sniggered. Then, a shapeless soul moved and immediately knocked into Lin Kuang.

Lin Kuang’s body was shocked viciously and he almost fell from mid-air. Everything before him paused as if he had short-circuited.

“The strength of your soul is not too bad, but it is not enough.” Mo Wen immediately appeared beside Lin Kuang, the smile on his lips growing wider. Then, before Lin Kuang could react, he slapped him, causing him to fly into the air.

“Ah!” Lin Kuang yelled tragically, coming back to his senses immediately. He glared at Mo Wen angrily and said furiously, “Little b*stard, what have you done to me?”

“Idiot! I’m killing you of course.” Mo Wen smiled coldly.

In the next moment, a thunderous roar rang in Lin Kuang’s mind, as if there was a strike of lightning exploding. Lin Kuang’s body shook as if he was drunk and then he fell forcefully to the ground.

Just at this moment, a faint white shirt flew out from a dark spot. It appeared beside Lin Kuang in the blink of an eye. The person clapped his palms and a startling force was delivered. He was still a meter away from Lin Kuang, but Lin Kuang exploded like a rotten watermelon. The force of the palm clap was startling.

“Old Master Chen is indeed powerful in your old age.” Mo Wen smiled faintly.

“All thanks to you. It seems that this old body can still live for a few more years.” Chen Wuhui smiled, his face was extremely flushed.

“I have yet to kill an intermediate Golden-Elixir realm warrior, and I really enjoyed myself today. Old Master Chen hang on a moment. I’ll go lure the prey over.”

An odd smile appeared on the corner of Mo Wen’s lips as he looked at the battlefield in the Mindfulness Hall.