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By the lakeside
Shang Yanting's body is half-immersed in water, half-trapped in mud.
His body has no good flesh; his wounds have worsened in this dreadful environment. The most critical injuries are the knife scars on his wrists and ankles, deep enough to reveal bone.
This is the third time Jia Xitong has fed him the Healing Talisman.
However, due to the environment, his wounds continue to worsen.
Shang Yanting will not die, but he will feel pain.
Remember, in the original story, Shang Yanting's injury left a recurring ailment due to this incident, causing him immense pain every time it rains.
With each pain, the hatred deepens.
From a favored child of heaven to his current state, it's no wonder he would be crazed by pain.
"System, do you really have no way for me to leave this body? Even temporarily?"
Jia Xitong couldn't help but ask.
[There is a Magic Artifact that meets the requirements of the tasker, under real conditions, the tasker must use items for exchange.]
[Magic Artifact: Puppet Avatar]
[Purpose: Can infuse Soul Power into it, driving the puppet's actions. Maximum usage time is 2 hours, with an activity range not exceeding 10 meters of the soul body, i.e., within 10 meters of the protagonist.]
[Cost: Ten thousand primary Spirit Talismans (any type) can be provided on credit, but must be paid back within 3 years]
So many?
Ten thousand Spirit Talismans, given her success rate in talisman painting, she needs to paint a million times. It means she has to paint roughly 913 times a day. Upon realizing this data, Jia Xitong couldn't help but gasp.
But people must progress, right? In 3 years' time, her talisman painting skills will surely improve.
Thinking about saving him, and gaining trust points, she grits her teeth and decides—trade it!
One minute later
A creature with dark circles around its eyes, overall grayish-brown with ringed patterns on its tail appeared by the riverbank.
Jia Xitong spent half a minute figuring out how to use the Puppetry Technique, and somehow turned into a Little Raccoon, commonly known as instant noodles.
Her vision, initially 360-degree ultra-wide-angle, became short and narrow. She shook her head, not quite used to it, and maneuvered the raccoon body to approach Shang Yanting, dragging his arm to pull him out of the mud.
Very laborious.
The strength of the instant noodle body was too small, requiring a long time to move even a little bit.
She spent the entire two hours on this task, barely managing to drag Shang Yanting onto clean, dry grassland.
With all this exertion, the blood trail extended from the riverbank to this place, Shang Yanting's already unhealed wounds split open again, his lips turning black and white. Now, Jia Xitong had no other means and could only burn a few Healing Talismans for him to consume.
Just as she fed him the third talisman, the puppet's time expired.
Soul Power returned to Shang Yanting's Sea of Consciousness, and the puppet fell next to him.
The next day
The puppet lying nearby sat up.
Shang Yanting spent most of the time soaked in muddy water, his wounds repeatedly infected under the influence of the Healing Talisman and dirty water.
Jia Xitong manipulated the raccoon to undress him, revealing the wounds and dried mud clots.
How to deal with the mud and pus?
She tore a clean piece of cloth from his clothes, bit it to the riverbank, soaked the cloth in water, and returned to clean his wounds.
The pus mixed with dirt made it difficult to clean; the small cloth piece quickly became dirty after a few uses. She had to go back and forth several times to clean the wounds, spending the entire two hours of control time.
On the third day after falling into the lake
Shang Yanting still hasn't awakened.
She gently held a concave piece of dry wood bark, carefully feeding him water, then ran around Shang Yanting on all fours.
After thoroughly cleaning the mud, the Healing Talisman's effect was quite good. His wounds were all de-swollen and scabbed, but the biggest threat remained the severed tendons in his hands and feet and the fact he hadn't eaten for three days!
The Healing Talisman could not regenerate flesh on White Bone, nor reconnect tendons, let alone fill the stomach.
As she fretted over these issues, a greater crisis quietly approached.
The original story mentioned that after Shang Yanting fell into the abyss, the Eight Great Families specially sent people to search under the cliff. Searchers were now coming down, following the direction of the stream.
In the tranquil environment, shouting and dog barking could be heard, increasingly getting closer.
Realizing the situation was troubling, Jia Xitong stopped searching for food, dragged his arm to move, cursing herself for not becoming a stronger puppet.
Just as the puppet was about to expire, they hid in a tall reed field.
Jia Xitong pulled up the surrounding grass and covered him entirely. She could only use this method to hide him, hoping he won't be found quickly. After covering him with the last layer of reeds, the puppet's time completely ran out, the Little Raccoon collapsing directly at his feet.
##
In a coma, nightmares repeatedly plagued Shang Yanting.
He calculated everything but failed to guard against the Shangmou Family.
The Hall Master of the Shangmou Family, his own uncle, teamed up with other families to destroy his cultivation foundation and sought to eliminate him entirely.
All those friends and subordinates who once benefited from him, those kind teachers and elders, became people waving knives at him.
The Family Head of the Shangmou Family, his own grandfather, treated him as an abandoned child after everything happened, sheltering the culprits, watching coldly, as if... just like how he treated his parents back then!
In just a few days, he tasted the coldness of the world, suffering from persistent high fever and sudden demonic disorders.
Among the reeds, a pair of emotionless, utterly dark eyes opened.
##
"Master, we found bloodstains and torn clothes by the riverbank."
"The traitor is here, expand the search range. Each Family Head has instructed, 'Live to see the person, dead to see the corpse!'"
The talking voices drew closer; family people had already searched into the reed field.
At night.
Torches flickered in the reed field, and there were occasional dog barks; they even had hunting dogs.
Shang Yanting crawled with his heavy body, his hands unable to exert force, only propped up his entire body using his elbows. Originally not fully healed wounds split open from his movements, elbows scraping the ground with embedded hard stones.
"Woof!"
A fierce bark came from within the reeds, with the leading hunting dog leaping out to bite him.
Shang Yanting swung his arm, tightly choking the hunting dog with his elbow. With hands and feet rendered useless, he pressed his whole body's weight onto the hunting dog, suffocating it.
He discarded the body, continuing to crawl forward. His elbows rubbed till White Bone was exposed.
The footsteps and hunting dog sounds behind grew increasingly numerous, yet he was already exhausted.
At this moment, a furry creature suddenly grasped his elbow.
The puppet's time finally came, and Jia Xitong anxiously emerged, "Host, hold on!"
She hurriedly fed him the Healing Talisman, clutching his arm to drag forward.
Shang Yanting ignored the strange Little Magical Beast before him, the icy eyes filled solely with hatred.
More hunting dogs chased up, tearing at Shang Yanting's blood-drenched legs from behind. His legs had long been bloody, yet he seemed unable to feel pain, mechanically crawling forward.
Jia Xitong maneuvered the raccoon body, fur bristling upright, incessantly picking up stones to throw at them, scaring them away.
The commotion here caught the attention of those behind, "Found them, just ahead!"