05 Healing in the Cave

“You!” Han Xuanhao gritted his teeth as he looked at the back of the boy walking ahead. How long had it been since he had been this angry? Even after being seriously injured by a setup, he hadn’t felt much anger, but now he was truly furious!

Because he had reached an agreement with the boy in front of him, Han Xuanhao could no longer hold back and fainted. He was an assassin; even after making a deal, he shouldn’t have passed out while others were still around. But for some reason, he felt that although the boy in front of him was cold, he was not someone who would betray trust. A ridiculous thought, wasn’t it?

But he woke up in a wave of pain because he was being dragged forward by the young man in front of him. The uneven gravel on the ground kept rubbing against his back, causing abrasions. He thought the young man had agreed to treat him and would at least carry him or help him leave, but he never expected to be treated like an object and dragged along. What made Han Xuanhao’s forehead veins throb even more was that the young man was dragging him by one foot, and on top of that, his hand was wrapped with a piece torn from his own robe, as if he were some kind of virus. Han Xuanhao had always looked down on others, but when had he ever been looked down on like this?

Shang Wuxin was indifferent to the anger of the person being dragged behind her and paid no attention. She was very averse to being touched by others, a defense mechanism formed after she was eight years old. If it weren’t for the fact that this man was still useful, how could she have saved him?

Shang Wuxin dragged Han Xuanhao into the cave she had just exited. Since the deal had been made, of course she was going to save this man.

Han Xuanhao looked at himself being dragged into the cave and felt a sense of relief. He thought that if he were dragged any longer, he might not die from severe injuries but from being dragged to death. Although the cave was desolate, at least it could block the wind and rain. He didn’t think that if he fell ill now, he would survive or be saved.

“Bang!” Shang Wuxin suddenly put Han Xuanhao down. Although Han Xuanhao had been on guard for a long time, he was still thrown to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood due to his severe injuries and difficulty moving. Han Xuanhao gave a cold smile, his eyes shooting out a sinister glare. He glanced ominously at the young man preparing to light a fire, but looking at the boy who was busily working with a cold expression, Han Xuanhao strangely felt warmth. Perhaps it was because of his severe injuries that his mind was unclear; otherwise, why would he have so many emotions and thoughts tonight?

Shang Wuxin lit the fire and then came over to Han Xuanhao’s side to carefully examine his wounds. Internal injuries were harder to treat, but the external wounds could be bandaged quickly. When the man had just fainted, she had already used some of her body’s internal energy. Although she was not yet skilled, she could manage about fifty percent of it.

Shang Wuxin sat behind Han Xuanhao. His body was somewhat stiff. For an assassin, having someone sit behind him at a time like this was very dangerous. He tried hard to relax because he had already guessed what the young man intended to do. However, Han Xuanhao was somewhat surprised. At first glance, he was shocked by the boy’s appearance and temperament and did not think the boy had martial arts skills. Moreover, the boy himself looked very disheveled. Could he also have been set up and chased? Forget it, it was none of his business, so why think so much about it?

Shang Wuxin’s hands pressed against Han Xuanhao’s back. Although she disliked this kind of contact, having just arrived in a different world, she didn’t have the luxury to be picky. Shang Wuxin skillfully channeled her refined inner energy into her hands, slowly moving over the man’s chest, repairing his turbulent chest cavity. This method was only a temporary fix, not a cure; he would still need to gradually use medicine to recover. But for now, it was enough to save his life.

As the day slowly brightened and began to welcome the morning, Shang Wuxin finally withdrew her hands.

It originally shouldn’t have taken this long, but Shang Wuxin herself was seriously injured, and she hadn’t started practicing her former martial arts. If she gave herself some time, her martial skills would definitely grow several times over. At this moment, Shang Wuxin knew she had to become stronger quickly, after all, this man’s internal strength was very powerful.

Han Xuanhao felt that the bruising on his chest had improved significantly and knew it was this young man who had helped him. However, their relationship was merely an exchange of benefits, leaving Han Xuanhao somewhat disheartened.

Shang Wuxin walked out of the cave without saying a word. Han Xuanhao opened his mouth as if to say something but didn’t ask. He had neither the standing nor the right to ask. At this moment, he actually hoped the boy would leave his side as soon as possible because he realized he became very different when facing this boy.

Han Xuanhao lay on the ground, with dry firewood still burning not far away. His external injuries seemed to be getting worse, but these things were all familiar to Han Xuanhao. It was just that after growing up, he hardly ever got hurt anymore.

Feeling that the boy was no longer around, Han Xuanhao lay on the cold ground, slowly recovering his body. He needed to return quickly; this grudge must be avenged. But the boy left without even knowing who he was—wasn’t he afraid of breaking their agreement?

Just as Han Xuanhao was lost in his chaotic thoughts, footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the cave. They were light but carried an unshakable rhythm. Han Xuanhao sat up straight. Although he had already dropped his weapon, he still picked up a nearby wooden stick and sat there, watching the cave entrance warily.

What appeared before Han Xuanhao’s eyes was that young boy. Though clearly very thin, his steps were firm and determined. The sunlight shone behind the boy, draping him in a beautiful veil of light. At that moment, Han Xuanhao felt that there was no sight more beautiful in the world.