Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1873: 1405: Worth It (2)

Thus, the people could merely convey their thanks quietly within their minds. They went so far as to erect an empty Divine Tablet, uncertain of whom to honor.

…

“Get out of the way! Hurry up and move!”

Near the city entrance, the thunder of charging horses erupted abruptly, paired with urgent and terrified cries.

The locals queued up noticed the disturbance and sensed the rider's elevated position; none would risk challenging such a figure. They hastily parted to the sides, clearing a path for the speeding mount.

The horseman appeared massive and robust, his features radiating sinister aura, his grip probably bearing the blood of countless souls, yet the figure he cradled drew even greater focus.

What was once a pristine silk garment had turned crimson from heavy bleeding, with fresh crimson still trickling down.

“Clear the path at once, allow them straight into the city!” The guard captain promptly ordered his men.

Da da da—

The horse thundered by the sentries without halting, and upon entering the urban area, it maintained its fierce pace.

“Captain, why permit them immediate access?”

Pa!

The questioner received a sharp slap, and the captain muttered irritably under his breath, “Can’t you see? That rider’s carrying someone drenched in blood?”

“If I’m right, that’s the Xie Family’s heir, Xie Yaozhi!”

He had crossed paths with the rider several times before and recognized him as the chief protector for the Xie Family’s firstborn son!

Only the young master could stir such desperation in this guard.

“For the moment, stay vigilant and avoid drawing attention—don’t tangle with the Xie Family, or you’ll invite disaster!” the captain warned the group earnestly.

A cold shiver ran through the ranks, their forms stiffening. At last, they grasped why the captain had stood idle and granted entry—it stemmed not from indifference, but from sheer fear!

The Xie Family dominated as the premier clan in the region!

Their patriarch had once occupied a high-ranking post at the second level, yet the family’s power endured post-retirement, bolstered by his three sons thriving in bureaucracy as aides or overseers.

Furthermore, alumni and aides of the Xie Family wielded substantial authority across Daqian!

To the Xie Family, these seemingly mighty guards amounted to mere insects.

Meanwhile, certain townsfolk identified the pair and began murmuring softly.

“Silence! Hold your tongues and queue properly for entry! Any further uproar,” the captain spotted the brewing issue and bellowed.

Such topics weren’t for public chatter. He dreaded dragging bystanders into peril later.

…

Elsewhere.

The frantic guard at last reached the Xie residence.

Those fleeting seconds dragged on eternally and painfully, as he felt the vital essence of his charge ebbing rapidly, breaths turning faint.

“Hurry! Summon the patriarch and Doctor Jiang. The young master’s in grave danger!” Well before the entrance, the guard bellowed, aiming to shave off precious moments.

With no designated attendant, the gate staff panicked at the news. Luckily, a few sharp ones bolted off to various corners of the estate.

Before long, the Xie Mansion buzzed with chaos. Tension hung thick in the air, servants fretting over potential reprimands.

Doctor Jiang rushed over and, beholding Xie Yaozhi soaked in gore with shallow respiration, paled instantly. He swiftly locked the fading vitality, staving off demise for at least fifteen minutes, then commenced examination.

“Doctor Jiang, what’s the state of my dear Yao’er? Will he pull through?” The aged Xie patriarch inquired anxiously.

Though Xie Yaozhi indulged in many roguish habits, he shone as the brightest and shrewdest among the grandkids, tasked with upholding the Xie legacy.

Should he perish, the other heirs proved too ordinary to sustain the clan’s prestige, forcing the three sons to sire more children or seek adoptees from kin.

When feasible, who would relinquish hard-earned fortunes, assets, and ties to outsiders of the bloodline?

“Sigh—”

Doctor Jiang heaved a deep breath, his expression grim and grave as he declared, “Patriarch, my healing arts fall short; I truly can’t rescue the young master. At best, I’ve stabilized his essence to delay death briefly.”

“What?” The patriarch recoiled in shock. He had handpicked this healer, whose lineage was impeccable, and whose mentor served the imperial court.

Even so, this expert lacked assurance in saving Xie Yaozhi?

If he failed, who else might succeed?

Plenty surpassed Doctor Jiang in expertise, but the issue lay in whether Xie Yaozhi could endure until their arrival?

“I beseech Doctor Jiang to preserve my grandson’s spark. I’ll implore a renowned healer, humbling myself if needed, to journey here.”

“Of course.” Doctor Jiang assented with a nod.

The Xie patriarch shuffled forth and addressed the prostrate guard, “Xie Ping! What transpired?”

“To the patriarch, the morning unfolded routinely, as the young master guided us to stalk game at the Three-Headed Mountain beyond the walls. Spotting a deer, the young master veered alone in pursuit.”

“Yet unforeseen, lurking in the woods was a Black Bear Devil! Taken aback, the young master fell victim to the beast’s assault.”

“A Bear Devil? You’re sure? Such a Devil Beast manifesting in the nearby hills?”

“Positive; upon my return, it was already encircled, and by now, doubtless subdued.”

The Black Bear Devil’s power level was modest; its severe wound on Xie Yaozhi arose from sheer chance and ambush.

“It has to be that Daoist sorcerer hexing the young master—why else would a Devil Beast like a Black Bear emerge abruptly during a woodland hunt?” Xie Ping recalled abruptly and voiced it.

“Who’s this individual!” The patriarch’s gaze sharpened icily as he demanded.

“Unclear who he was; that day…” He summarized the day’s occurrences broadly.

Upon listening, much of the patriarch’s anger ebbed away— that transient cultivator likely hadn’t hexed anyone; rather, as described, it was Xie Yaozhi’s own folly.

He was intimately aware of his grandson’s history.

Why hadn’t he curbed it? For him, such escapades were minor. Provided the youth could uphold the family banner, details paled.

Yet this incident schooled the patriarch deeply.

“Patriarch, shall we dispatch hunters after that Daoist?” Xie Ping seethed, missing the root of the matter.

The patriarch feebly dismissed with a gesture, “Unnecessary; we lack even his identity—how to track him in this sea of people?”

His thoughts fixated on rallying elite healers and supreme physicians from afar to Guan Province for his grandson’s cure.

…

At the same time, in another place.

With his survey of Guan Province’s affairs nearly complete, Li Zhirui readied himself for the capital, oblivious that his offhand comment from days prior had been twisted into a Daoist sorcerer’s malediction.

Yet he remained unconcerned; mere utterances held no power.

Moreover, he knew nothing of these developments, or maybe had dismissed them entirely.

As the capital lay inside Guan Province, encircled by its bounds, the journey proved short. Li Zhirui reached it with little exertion.

En route, he came upon a band of youngsters frolicking happily.

A nearer look revealed them as offspring from the household he’d aided with provisions, bringing a grin to his lips.

Witnessing these kids thriving eased Li Zhirui’s mind, subtly elevating his Mental State in that instant!

Though the gain was slight, given his outlay of just a thousand taels of silver and a couple of days, it proved highly efficient and valuable.