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The Bandits, intimidated by Dian Wei, felt as if they had been granted a reprieve. They quickly commanded their horses to retreat. For those who had been gaining the upper hand against the Gao Family and Chu Yan, such an order was incomprehensible.
Having already seized the advantage, why withdraw? Wasn’t this action a waste? They had already paid a hefty price, including the lives of their brothers and the loss of their horses.
Before they could process their confusion, a figure wielding two pistols, the Shura Star, charged towards them. In a flurry of strikes, two Bandits fell, and the scene turned grim. Some were cleaved in half, while others had their necks severed. The latter were fortunate enough to lose consciousness immediately; however, the former writhed in agony on the ground.
Gulp!
The remaining Bandits, still harboring some reluctance, were instantly struck with fear and swallowed hard.
Run!
Once that thought crossed their minds, it surged forth like a flood breaking through a dam. Especially as their leader shouted for a retreat. The engaged Bandits could no longer afford to consider the situation; they tightened their reins and turned to flee.
Yet in such chaotic circumstances, the more frantic they became to escape, the slower their movements became. Those who acted first inadvertently blocked the retreat of those behind them, compounded by the fact that warhorses could not turn on a dime. Seeing this unfolding chaos,
The members of the Gao Family had their eyes gleaming with determination as they pursued relentlessly, desperate to escape the battlefield. A few bandits, who had miraculously survived after their mounts were slain by Dian Wei, were also looking for an opportunity to flee. However, they had barely taken a few steps before Dian Wei and the Gao Family joined forces to capture them. In total, five men were pinned to the ground.
Dian Wei called out loudly to the members of the Gao Family, "Check your injuries and assess your losses. I will go see how Brother Chu Yan is doing." With that, he hurried over to Chu Yan's side.
What he saw made his heart sink. Chu Yan's upper arm was exposed, revealing bone beneath torn flesh, a gruesome sight that was hard to bear. Blood gushed forth like a fountain, nearly soaking his entire shirt red.
Chu Yan struggled to speak, "Brother Dian Wei, I'm sorry... I might not be able to accompany you any longer... I'm so tired... I just want to sleep for a bit..."
Those words pierced deep into Dian Wei's heart. He realized clearly that if he let Chu Yan sleep now, he would never wake up again. Gripping Chu Yan tightly, he shouted hoarsely, "Chu Yan! Chu Yan! You can't sleep! No matter what, you must stay awake! I will take you to a divine doctor who can surely save your life!"
Chu Yan gasped weakly and shook his head. "I know my condition... I might not make it... Brother, please apologize on my behalf to our elder... Tell him his son cannot send him off..."
With each word, Chu Yan's life force seemed to wane further, like a flickering flame on the verge of extinguishing.
"No! This can't be! How can you give up like this? I promised our uncle that I would bring you back whole! You cannot let my promise go unfulfilled! You absolutely must not sleep!"
A torrent of unquenchable emotions surged within Dian Wei's heart, yet this fire could not alter the cruel reality before him. Faced with life and death, humanity always appeared so powerless.
Only the divine can break the boundaries of life and death.
Suddenly, he remembered the bag of milk that the divine physician had given him before he set out. The physician had explicitly told him that this was no ordinary milk; it possessed heavenly power, capable of reviving the dead and mending broken bones.
Could this Divine Medicine save Chu Yan? Although uncertain of its effects, it was worth a try.
“Chu Yan, don’t worry, you won’t die. You definitely won’t!”
With that, he quickly opened the Water Bag and gently poured the milk into Chu Yan’s mouth.
Gulp, gulp!
Drops of milk slid down Chu Yan’s throat, and then something extraordinary happened—Chu Yan’s pale skin gradually returned to its normal color, and the exposed bones began to close up and heal. In the end, not even a trace of a scar remained.
In just a few minutes, Chu Yan transformed from a mere breath away from death to having a steady pulse. His condition had undergone a miraculous reversal.
Dian Wei, holding the remaining milk, couldn’t help but gasp in astonishment. Indeed, as the divine physician had said, this miraculous power was truly breathtaking! He had claimed to be able to bring life from death, and now it seemed his words were not empty promises!
If Yun Xiao Yi’s world had a belief evaluation system, Dian Wei’s faith in that divine physician would surely have reached a fervent level at this moment.
Indeed, just a few drops of milk had accomplished such a miracle!
There was no need to mention the chaotic times of the late Eastern Han Dynasty filled with ghosts and supernatural phenomena; even two thousand years later in modern times, if faced with such bizarre circumstances, one would find it hard to maintain a steadfast materialistic viewpoint and might even turn to believe in supernatural forces.
Chu Yan slowly opened his eyes. "Brother Dian Wei, am I not dead?"
Dian Wei raised the Water Bag in his hand and said, "What are you talking about? Do you remember that Sage who gave you the Magical Milk that can bring someone back to life?"
He continued, "I’ve already fed it to you. You are completely recovered now."
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