My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Chapter 245 The Cult Leader's Trail

Chapter 245 The Cult Leader's Trail

Xuanfeng handed the candlestick to Menglan to hold up, then squatted down beside Chuling and began to skillfully treat his wounds.

The arrow wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and even though medicine had been applied, blood continued to flow from the wound.

At first, the wound wasn't too deep, but Chu Ling and the others were being relentlessly pursued. Not only did they not receive timely treatment, but the wound also got bigger and bigger during their escape.

Although the wound was treated later, the person kept moving heavy objects in the same spot, causing the wound to repeatedly heal and tear open.

So even now, the wound shows no signs of improvement and has even developed some ulceration, along with some inflammation of the surrounding skin and flesh, which is quite alarming to look at.

Meng Lan sniffed and brought her face and the candlestick closer together. After seeing Xuan Feng's actions and Chu Ling's wounds, she seemed to feel the pain herself. "Ouch! Xuan Feng, be gentle!"

"Don't be so rough with your hands."

"There! The medicine hasn't been applied there yet!"

"Hey! Xuanfeng, what's wrong with you? Do you even know how to apply medicine?!"

"Shut up!" Xuanfeng finally couldn't bear it any longer and glared at Meng Lan, but unfortunately he was too busy to beat her up, so he could only grit his teeth and say.

Meng Lan glared at him and could only shrink back in humiliation.

But he didn't stay quiet for long. A moment later, he sighed again and said sadly, "Alas, I really miss Sister Tao Xian."

"If it were her here, the prince would be alive and kicking by now."

Xuanfeng: "...Have you been holding a grudge against me for a long time?"

"Meng Lan," Chu Ling suddenly spoke.

Meng Lan immediately looked at Chu Ling with sparkling eyes, "Your Highness, you called me? What are your orders, Your Highness?"

Chu Ling: "Shut up."

Meng Lan: "...Waaaaah..."

Chu Ling's arrow wound was very serious. Xuan Feng spent half a day cleaning the wound and then wrapped it with clean gauze.

After finishing his work, he stood up and looked at the cold sweat on Chu Ling's forehead and his furrowed brows. He said worriedly, "Your Highness, your wound can't keep recurring like this. Otherwise, even if it is cured this time, it may leave a lasting problem in the future."

“Starting tomorrow, please move fewer heavy items and divide the load between Meng Lan and me.”

Upon hearing this, Meng Lan nodded vigorously in agreement with Xuan Feng's words.

But Chu Ling shook his head and refused them in a low, hoarse voice, "It's alright."

Seeing that Chu Ling had closed his eyes again and was slowly breathing, Xuan Feng and Meng Lan exchanged a glance and had no choice but to say nothing more.

Xuanfeng took the candlestick back from Menglan, gathered the blood-stained gauze scattered on the ground together, and held the candle above them.

The flames suddenly ignited, the tongues of fire engulfing the gauze, crackling and popping as they dispelled most of the darkness inside the cave.

The two sat at the cave entrance, using their bodies to shield themselves from the night wind and the overly bright firelight inside the cave.

Ashes and wisps of smoke drifted in the air, gently settling on them.

Meng Lan peeked out slightly and glanced outside. Although he couldn't see the scenery clearly, he knew that the blurry white shadows he saw represented people.

"I never imagined that the Holy Sun Church would seek out so many able-bodied young men just to move stones and dig the ground here."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled his head back, saying, "What on earth is buried here that requires such a great deal of trouble?"

Xuanfeng wiped his longsword, not even glancing at him. "What do you think it is that the Holy Sun Cult treasures this place so much that they'd rather spend ten or twenty years digging it up?"

"what do you mean……"

Meng Lan blinked, then suddenly realized, "That treasure?!"

But then he frowned in confusion and asked, "But...didn't Your Highness say that this place should be the location of the Fu family's ancestral tombs?"

As a possibility dawned on Meng Lan, her eyes widened in disbelief. "The treasure was hidden inside a tomb?"

Xuanfeng stopped wiping and shifted his gaze to the dense pile of rocks outside. "This is more effective at concealing our presence, isn't it?"

Although it is unknown when the treasure was buried, the person who chose to hide it here probably did not expect that a tremendous earthquake would collapse the mountain and bury the tomb along with the treasure.

Therefore, even if the Church of Saint Sun has clues to the treasure, it cannot easily obtain it.

"Now that the treasure and the leader of the Holy Sun Church have been found, all that's left is the whereabouts of the gunpowder."

The three of them stayed there for several days. Although their daily activities were limited, they did not come away empty-handed.

For example——

The leader of the Church of Saint Sun has always stayed in this place.

Following Meng Lan's words, the two of them looked up at the open space in the distance.

Under the moonlight, they could see that in the open space they could see, the firelight was scattered and connected in a line, illuminating the outline of a large camp.

Several armed figures were patrolling back and forth.

Xuanfeng said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect that we would find the leader of the Holy Sun Sect first."

The cold light from the sword in his hand reflected on his face, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

But this killing intent only flashed by and quickly disappeared.

"Even if we know the leader is right here, we can't get close at all."

The two looked at each other and sighed deeply.

Although the three could easily sneak into the camp during the night, no matter how brave and skilled they were, it would be difficult to break through the camp's defenses.

Because most of the members of the Holy Sun Church were vicious criminals who had appeared on wanted lists, including some top-notch martial arts masters who were highly skilled but notorious.

If they act rashly, they will probably be detected by the enemy before they even get half a meter closer to the camp.

"Then what are we going to do?"

Meng Lan frowned deeply, racking her brains for a while, but couldn't come up with a good solution. "Could it be that we can only wait for the army to come and support us?"

"Do not."

A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind them.

The two turned around and saw that Chu Ling had finally finished circulating his energy and was slowly exhaling a breath from his throat.

After finishing his exercise, he looked relaxed, and his complexion became noticeably rosier.

"The army's movements are too great. We must not alert the Church of the Holy Sun before we find the gunpowder."

Xuanfeng nodded. "Your Highness is right."

"But we're trapped here now. Sister Taoxian went to protect Heshan and the others, and Wuya is in the city dealing with Wuli. So, who can investigate gunpowder now..."

Meng Lan counted on her fingers, then looked on with a sudden realization. "Should we send a message to Young Master Xie?"

Unexpectedly, Chu Ling curled his lips, shook his head slightly, and said, "Someone will come to help."