Sovereign to Immortality

Under the vigilant gazes of the local people, Yang Jian spread out his hands to show that he was not a threat and slowly walked towards them.    

    

"I might be able to save them!"    

    

Yang Jian pointed at the two injured people lying on the ground next to the dead body.    

    

After saying that, Yang Jian was afraid that these local mortals would not understand what he had just said. He even gestured with his hands, indicating that he had just said something.    

    

In reality, Yang Jian could clearly use Spiritual Sense's intent to transmit his message to the mortals present. However, the moment before he appeared, he suddenly felt Yang Junshan's intent, causing him to give up on using his abilities to help the mortals.    

    

"Who are you?"    

    

A tall aboriginal cultivator with bare upper body and wooden spear walked out from the crowd. His gaze towards Yang Jian was filled with curiosity, especially since he was wearing clothes the aboriginals had never seen before.    

    

Yang Jian smiled, pointed at his two companions who were lying on the ground behind him and said, "They are dying!"    

    

This tall aboriginal obviously understood Yang Junshan's meaning. He stepped aside and said in a deep voice, "They, are, warriors!"    

    

Yang Jian walked past this person who looked like the leader of this group of aboriginals. Under the watchful gaze of the local mortals, he squatted beside the two unconscious aboriginals and checked their injuries.    

    

With Yang Jian's cultivation level, it would be easy for him to save a few mortals.    

    

Legends of "resurrecting the dead", "the living dead, the flesh and bones", these sorts of legends were but small paths for immortals like Yang Jian.    

    

Although he only needed a single sweep of the Spiritual Sense to know the injuries of the two people, Yang Jian did not use any of the methods of a cultivator. Instead, he really squatted on the ground and placed his finger on one of the people's wrist, using a pure mortal doctor to diagnose the injuries of the internal organs.    

    

Yang Junshan only knew a little about the art of pill refining. As for what kind of mortal's medical skills were, how could they enter his eyes?    

    

But more importantly, he thought that even if he were to use his insignificant art of alchemy to reverse the situation, he would still be able to become a peerless doctor among mortals.    

    

Therefore, after the group of mortals saw Yang Jian put his finger on one of their heavily injured comrades' wrist for a moment, they muttered to themselves for a moment. Then, after looking around, they got up, and under the confused gazes of the natives, they searched the weeds on the ground for a moment, and pulled out a few different stalks of grass.    

    

Yang Jian passed the stalks of grass in his hand to the aboriginal leader, then pointed to the aboriginal that he had just connected a vein with. "Boil it on fire, then give it to him to drink."    

    

The leader looked at the "grass" in his hand, then looked at Yang Jian and said, "Meat, grass?"    

    

Yang Jian's expression was very calm: "If you want him to live, then do as I say."    

    

It was a very ordinary sentence without any magical effect. However, the leader seemed to feel an irresistible will.    

    

The leader quickly turned around and instructed his fellow clansmen. Soon, someone gathered firewood and built a fire with it. Then, he placed a stone pot on top of the fire.    

    

While the other aboriginals were boiling the medicinal herbs according to Yang Jian's instructions under the leadership of their leader, Yang Junshan was doing the same thing as he had done to the second seriously injured person. He then walked around the forest once more and came back with a few herbs.    

    

This time, without Yang Jian saying anything, the leader immediately set up a second fire and placed the stone bucket filled with water on top of it.    

    

It had to be said that this side of the new plane world was filled with gathering essences. Yang Jian was just casually strolling in the forest, picking out high-quality medicinal herbs, and even found a few Spirit Grass s that could assist his low level cultivation, but he was too lazy to pick them.    

    

While he was decocting medicine for his two injured comrades, the other local mortals started to pack up their prey. Yang Jian walked up to the three aboriginals with broken arms and legs.    

    

When they saw Yang Jian walk over, the depressed faces of the three of them immediately changed. Their faces were filled with hope.    

    

"They can, okay?"    

    

The leader's voice came from behind. It was obvious that he had been paying attention to Yang Jian.    

    

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Yes, but it will take a while."    

    

Hearing this, the leader was overjoyed, "Please, heal them, they, quickly!"    

    

Yang Jian nodded and looked at the branches around him. He was going to make some splints.    

    

Similarly, Yang Jian could be cured easily, but he still chose the mortal method. First, he fixed the broken bone in place, then he tied the splint with a few vines.    

    

At this time, the herbs in the stone pot had almost reached the heat of the fire. They instructed the natives to pour the medicine inside into the bamboo tubes filled with water, and then poured them into the stomachs of the two heavily injured clansmen.    

    

It was unknown whether it was because Yang Jian was really skilled in medicine, or because the herbs in the newborn world had strong medicinal effects, or because the physiques of these local mortals were different, but after drinking the soup for the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the breathing of the two people who seemed to be on the verge of death gradually became heavier, and their pale faces also reddened a lot. Even these local mortals roughly understood that their two companions had probably come back to life.    

    

Amidst the cheers of the natives, a few people who looked like they were close friends with the two seriously injured people wanted to go up and express something to Yang Jian, but they were stopped by the leader midway. He even shouted a few words of reprimand, and only after seeing that the tribe members were cowering off did the leader turn around and speak to Yang Jian, "Sage, save us, we, return, you!"    

    

A fair deal to pay in return?    

    

This method was in line with his intention. Yang Jian thought for a while and said, "I'm a tourist. I've been through a lot and I want food and rest."    

    

The leader understood and was even happy. He quickly invited them, "Sage, come, tribe, sleep, food, all are present."    

    

After saying that, the leader seemed to turn around impatiently and shouted at his fellow clansmen, an excited response coming from the aboriginals. He brought his prey, collected melon fruits, supported or carried the wounded, and sang a rough and desolate song loudly as he walked out of the forest. At the invitation of the leader, he let Yang Jian walk in the middle of the group.    

    

"--"    

    

"What?" "Indigenous tribes?" Yang Ting rubbed his ears and said: "Does Abundant Heaven World already have aboriginals? "But it seems like there are very few tribes in the area. We've been walking around for such a long time, but we haven't found any other tribes."    

    

Yang Junshan replied, "Of course. After all, the Abundant Heaven World is only a newly formed plane world. The number of intelligent life forms nurtured inside naturally cannot be too many."    

    

"Then do these natives know how to train?" Yang Ting asked again.    

    

Yang Junshan shook his head: "They should all be mortals, but …"    

    

Wu Tie paused for a moment, as if he was trying to ask about some information through the reaction between him and the exoskeleton. Then, he said: "However, there are some mortals that have talent similar to cultivators.    

    

Yang Ting laughed: "That's possible, the Abundant Heaven World has given birth to so many heavenly and earthly treasures, and those natives have eaten some Heaven and Earth Spirit Treasures, making it possible for them to have some sort of innate ability, it is nothing strange."    

    

"Oh right, what do you think about the tribe that Fellow Daoist Yang Jian found?"    

    

Yang Ting suddenly felt that this noble one must have some sort of plan to carry out when she mentioned this matter. Otherwise, how could a mere mortal tribe be worthy of the attention of a mighty Great Luo Immortal Sovereign?    

    

Yang Junshan smiled and said, "I plan to have Fellow Yang Jian stay in the tribe to enlighten those mortals."    

    

"Education?"    

    

Yang Ting was stunned when he heard this. He then asked with a smile, "How do I teach them? Do I teach them how to cultivate?" Could it be that this noble one wanted to leave behind an inheritance in the Abundant Heaven World to establish my sect? Uuu, seems like it isn't impossible. It seems like the founder of some of the biggest sects in Circulatory World was related to Great Magical-powered Man, who was fighting for the Sector lord at the beginning of the opening of the heaven. "    

    

Unexpectedly, Yang Junshan shook his head and said, "The enlightenment is just to guide them, to let them create their own civilization, and not to let them reach the heavens in a single step. And even if it is just to guide them, it will not be done for free."    

    

Yang Ting let out a "ah" laugh and said, "I'm just a few local mortal people, what's the point of worrying about this?"    

    

Yang Junshan shook his head and said, "It's better for them to walk their own path. We can guide them and enlighten them, and we can also go along with the flow. But it's best not to push them too hard. It's better to let nature take its course."    

    

"I don't understand!" Yang Ting directly shook his head.    

    

Yang Junshan didn't explain any further. He stood up and said, "Let's go. We've stayed here long enough. It's time to leave."    

    

Yang Ting asked, "Where are we going? Should I go find Yang Jian, or should I continue trying to find traces of Lady Xiu? "    

    

Yang Junshan shook his head: "We will continue to look for the spatial barrier and break it."    

    

"In order to absorb the energy of Heaven and Earth?" Does my original body want to break through the bottleneck in one breath? " Yang Ting asked.    

    

"No," Yang Junshan shook his head. "I suspect that it's because of the existence of these spatial barrier that Xiu Er and I are cut off from each other. If you want to find her trace as soon as possible, the best way is to remove all of the spatial barrier used to divide Abundant Heaven World's territory …"    

    

After saying that, Yang Junshan looked at the Golden Orchid Seal on his palm that was so light that only a faint mark of blood remained, and said: "There's not much time left."    

    

Yang Ting replied, "This sovereign should be at ease. It's not only us that have entered the Abundant Heaven World, we are also not the only ones who have discovered the secret of the spatial barrier. It probably won't be long before the entire geographical barrier of the Abundant Heaven World is broken."    

    

Just as he finished speaking, as if confirming his words, a hidden spatial fluctuation came from the south. It was extremely similar to the scene when the spatial barrier collapsed.    

    

However, at this time, Yang Junshan actually used the Golden Orchid Seal in his palm to sense a fleeting aura hidden behind the spatial fluctuation.    

    

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It could only get worse.