"No, you're the senior. If you call me that, I really don't deserve it." Long Chen hurriedly said.
The Purple Blood lineage was his maternal family. No matter how strong or cultivated he was, he dared not be arrogant in front of his family.
"Excuse me, may I have a word with you?"
Long Chen followed the old man closer to the ruined ancient city. Inside the city, there were several makeshift tents. Before even approaching the tents, Long Chen smelled a strong scent of herbs.
"Someone is injured?" Long Chen asked.
"To be honest, countless people have been injured while on the run. Heroes, please take a moment to speak with me." The old man said, making a gesture of invitation as he spoke, signaling Long Chen to move to another tent.
"Don't rush yet. Let me see their injuries." Long Chen waved his hand, not being polite, and walked straight into another tent.
Inside the tent, Long Chen was startled. Thousands of people lay inside, each with terrifying wounds, black fluid oozing from them, emitting a foul, decaying stench.
Herbs were applied to everyone's wounds; most had already festered and were exposing bone. Many were already on the verge of death, enduring painful torment.
"Nether Qi, a method of the Nether Clan?" Long Chen frowned when he saw their wounds.
"That's right, it's the Nether Clan. They were hunted by the Nether Clan and fled all the way. The family of hundreds of thousands now has only a few thousand left.
As for these ..., this herb could only temporarily ease their pain. Whether they could endure depended on whether they could push the nether energy out of their bodies. The hope was extremely slim. The old man looked at the injured powerhouse, his voice low and filled with endless sorrow.
He knew that the chances of survival for people here were extremely low, but they had no way to resist the Nether Qi—they could only resign themselves to fate.
"Although the Purple Blossom Mingxin Grass has some restraint effect on nether energy, it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. The power of the purple blood in your bodies is too weak. After being injured, your essence and blood will be depleted, leaving you powerless to resist. Over time, you will surely die." Long Chen shook his head and said.
The old man listened and sighed. He knew this was the case, but there was nothing he could do.
"I have some pills here. Let them take them first to save their lives. Let those disciples outside who have eaten the fruit come in. They're now filled with purple blood, injecting it into their bodies to help them resist." Long Chen said.
After Long Chen finished speaking, he took out some pills and handed them to the old man. The old man was both surprised and delighted, and hurriedly called his disciples inside.
While they were feeding them medicine, Long Chen took out dozens of rare herbs from a region of the chaotic space. These herbs were all collected by Long Chen during his time in the Underworld and had never been used, but he hadn't expected to use them today.
Long Chen mixed these rare herbs together, merged them into the pill furnace, and directly refined them into a medicinal liquid. Refining the elixir required no special skills and didn't require awakening Huo Ling'er; Long Chen could handle it himself.
Once the medicine was ready, Long Chen had the disciples apply it to the wounds of these strong warriors. As the liquid fell onto the wounds, a large amount of foul-smelling black water immediately flowed out.
Seeing the black water, everyone was overjoyed. This meant that the nether energy had been diluted and drawn out. For a moment, everyone revered Long Chen as if he were a heavenly being.
After several applications, the faces of these people turned pale. Long Chen told them to stop applying the pills and fed them pills again, planning to wait an hour before applying them again.
After taking the pill three times, the nether energy in these powerful beings was completely drained, but all were extremely weak, as if they had fallen seriously ill.
But everyone's lives were saved. Countless families embraced the wounded, weeping with joy, believing they were doomed.
"The great kindness and virtue of the hero—our Luo family will never forget it."
The elder of the Luo family was so moved that he even knelt and bowed to Long Chen. Fortunately, Long Chen was prepared and quickly reached out to stop him: "
Senior, there's no need to be so formal. My mother is from the Purple Blood lineage and also from the Luo family. To put it bluntly, we are probably all family. Your such formality is truly undeserved."
Seeing Long Chen say this, the old man asked, "May I boldly ask, why is there not a trace of purple blood fluctuation within your body?" After
asking, the old man immediately felt something was off and hurriedly said, "Please don't misunderstand. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I feel very strange inside." Long
Chen smiled and said, "It's nothing. Because not long after I was born, someone already drained my spirit blood." "
What?" Who could be so vicious? People were shocked; this was extremely vicious.
"Forget it, that's all in the past. Let's not talk about it. Anyway, you just need to know that I mean no harm to you.
If you need any help, just say so. I'm not from the Three Thousand Worlds. Now that the Three Thousand Worlds have opened, I have many things to do and can't stay with you for too long. Long Chen said apologetically.
These people all belong to the Purple Blood lineage, and their surname is Luo. Logically, Long Chen should help them, at least wait until they have fully recovered before leaving.
But he had come to the Three Thousand Worlds to train, so his stay was limited. Time was extremely precious and could not be delayed for even a moment. What worried Long Chen most was that the dragon clan expert had yet to speak to him. He didn't know where the dragon scales were. Since he couldn't rely on a dragon clan expert, he had to run around more often—what if he ran into him?
The old man looked at Long Chen for a long while, then suddenly gritted his teeth: "Fine, since you say you're from the Purple Blood lineage, I'll take a gamble and tell you everything."
Our Purple Blood lineage has now received a call and must accomplish a major task. This concerns the survival of our Purple Blood lineage.
However, as soon as we received the news, we were ambushed by the powerful members of the Underworld Clan. We fought a fierce battle with them, repelled them, and abandoned our homeland to escape.
On the way, we encountered several more interceptions. More and more of us were injured, and our strength was far from what it used to be. On this journey, I fear our chances of survival are slim.
You say you're also a member of the Purple Blood lineage, so I'll treat you as one. This is our token of the Purple Blood lineage—accept it."
Our Purple Blood lineage spans the Three Thousand Worlds and has super strong beings. If you fall into trouble, you can also seek help from the Purple Blood clan.
If you are strong enough, if you have the ability, and receive the call, I also hope you will come and lend us a hand. As
he spoke, the old man took out an ancient-style jade pendant. The jade pendant was purple, seemingly imbued with life energy, and purple blood flowed within it.
Long Chen held the jade pendant, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Looking at the old man, he asked, "
Don't worry, once I finish my business and ascend to Immortal King, I will definitely come to support you. But I wonder, where are you all going, senior?"
The old man shook his head: "We don't know either. We're heading to another Purple Blood Tribe to join up. By the way, I'll give you something that you really need." As
he spoke, the old man took out a piece of animal skin paper—it turned out to be a map.