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Yao Long stood before me, his upper body bare, white cloths wrapped around his arms and chest, indicating he had sustained some injuries.
"Yao Long, how did you get hurt? And why are you here?" I asked, puzzled by his presence.
Instead of answering my questions directly, Yao Long glanced at Li Zhisheng behind me. "That's not important right now. I'll explain everything later. First, put Li Zhisheng down so they can treat him."
Yao Long approached me and briefly examined Li Zhisheng's injuries before helping him down from my back. At the same time, the old man standing behind me stepped forward and instructed his disciples to assist in carrying Li Zhisheng to the back room.
Still feeling uneasy, I followed them into the back room.
As soon as we entered, several exquisite stone-carved beds came into view, accompanied by intricately designed stone tables. The craftsmanship displayed in both the patterns and the polishing was remarkable. However, I had no mind to appreciate these beautiful artworks; I helped place Li Zhisheng on one of the stone beds.
The bed was covered with a soft cotton quilt, adorned with ancient floral patterns, making it feel comfortable even on the stone surface.
"Master, you..." One of the younger men turned to say something to the old man but was cut off when the old man waved his hand to stop him. "Alright, you all can leave now. Go on with your tasks and don't crowd around here."
"Yes, Master!" The group responded in unison before filing out of the room.
Now only Yao Long, Li Zhisheng lying on the bed, the old man, and I remained in the room.
"This friend of yours is not only nearly drained of his soul but has also suffered significant physical injuries. If you take him to a hospital, it might be too late," the old man muttered to himself as he stroked his beard while walking to the window.
"Can you save him?!" I asked anxiously. Yao Long humbly addressed the old man, "Master, please help my friend." He lowered his head slightly, showing deep respect for the elder.
"I can save him, but I have a condition..." The old man leisurely pulled a jujube from his pocket and popped it into his mouth, squinting his eyes as he spoke.
As soon as I heard he had a request, my heart tightened. I thought to myself, "Could it be that he wants something from me? Is it the 'Divine Anomalies Classic'?!"
With that in mind, I tentatively asked, "If you have a request, just say it. As long as it can save my friend, I'm willing to help."
The old man nodded slightly, appearing thoughtful. "Hmm, I knew you would say that. Don't worry; I will definitely save the person. But my request isn't too difficult..." At this point, he lowered his voice and glanced behind him. Seeing no one around, he leaned closer and said mysteriously, "To be honest with you, I've been cultivating with my disciples on the Mountain, and I don't have any income, so I'm quite poor. Usually, I just let my disciples go down the mountain to earn some pocket money for food..."
"I think you can see where this is going..." The old man pulled out the last remaining jujube from his pocket and continued, "I really like eating jujubes, but I feel bad asking those disciples who already have no money to buy them for me. So could I trouble you..."
Hearing this, I was furious. So this old man just wanted us to buy him some jujubes? "Forget it! I know what you want; it's just jujubes! Once you save my friend, I'll find a way to get you a whole cart of jujubes!"
Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes suddenly widened, sparkling with excitement. "Is that true?!"
"Of course it's true! Please hurry and save him..." I impatiently pulled the old man to the bedside, urging him to act quickly.
"Step aside," he said as he pushed both me and Li Zhisheng away and stood alone by the bed. He took out two talismans from his robe and before I could see clearly what they were, he bit down on his own tongue and spat blood onto the talismans while murmuring incantations.
At that moment, Yao Long, who was standing beside me, patted my shoulder and reminded me, "Shen Xu, aren't you going to suppress the power of the Void Spirit? The mark on your hand..."
Hearing this made me realize that I was still releasing the power of the Void Spirit. "I was so anxious earlier that I almost forgot about it." With that thought, I slowly closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down in order to suppress the power of the Void Spirit.
But just then, the Void Spirit whispered to me from within, "Don't worry; I've already controlled the release of my power. If it weren't for me, you would have been consumed by the mark long ago." Before I could suppress him further, the Void Spirit gradually drew his power back into himself.
The sudden change in attitude from the Void Spirit left me somewhat bewildered. I couldn't tell if my earlier actions had influenced him or if he simply didn't want to consume me in the first place.
"Forget it, even if I ask him, he definitely won't tell me," I murmured to myself, slowly opening my eyes. In front of me, the old man was pressing a talisman stained with his blood onto Li Zhisheng's chest. As he chanted incantations, the talisman gradually disappeared, as if it were merging into Li Zhisheng's body.
At that moment, the pained expression on Li Zhisheng's face began to ease; it seemed the old man's talisman was taking effect.
After a while, as the talisman vanished, the old man popped the last jujube from his pocket into his mouth and turned to us. "Alright, I've used the spell to gradually restore his soul. Now we just need to treat his external injuries. Don't forget about the truckload of jujubes you promised me!"
"Rest assured, I keep my word. Not just a truckload; I could provide you with jujubes for a lifetime if needed. But speaking of which, you've saved my friend, and I still don't know your surname..." Grateful for his help with Li Zhisheng, I asked about his name.
"A name is merely a label; what someone is called isn't important. What allows you to remember a person are their characteristics and deeds. So..." The old man spat out the jujube pit he had in his mouth and held it up to us. "You can call me Red Date Immortal... Haha..."
With that, the old man burst into hearty laughter and waved his sleeve as he left. I stood there in confusion and turned to Yao Long beside me. "Did he introduce himself like that when you met him?"
Yao Long shrugged noncommittally. "Like you, I only just found out he's called Red Date Immortal..."
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