From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Aya didn't answer immediately, but squatted down and carefully examined Meng Fei's complexion, breathing, and exposed wounds.

She extended two slender fingers and gently placed them on Meng Fei's exposed wrist through his sleeve, concentrating on sensing it for a moment.

She quickly withdrew her finger, her expression becoming even more serious, even showing a hint of wariness and distance.

"He's not dead, but he's close to it."

Aya stood up, clapped her hands, and spoke in a calm tone that was almost indifferent.

"His internal organs are severely injured, his meridians are badly damaged, and what's even more troublesome is... he's been poisoned with a very potent and deadly toxin that has penetrated deep into his bone marrow and internal organs, and it's also entangled with a surge of internal energy, and moreover..."

She glanced at the dark red longsword beside Meng Fei and whispered, "He has a strong murderous aura, carrying... an ominous smell. This poison, this wound, and this sword all indicate that he has an unusual background and has gotten into even bigger trouble."

A-Luo seemed to understand but not quite, but seeing A-Ya's serious expression, she knew the situation was not good.

Looking at Meng Fei, who was unconscious and looked miserable by the stream, her natural sympathy and curiosity did not subside, but instead intensified.

"Sister Aya, he...he looks so pitiful, can we...can we help him?"

A Luo tugged at A Ya's sleeve and pleaded softly, her eyes full of expectation.

Aya shook her head without hesitation, her tone resolute: "No, A-Luo, you're too naive."

"Not to mention that his poison and injuries are extremely troublesome, more importantly, look at his appearance and this sword... he is definitely not an ordinary person. Who knows what trouble saving him will bring to us and the village? Grandma said that people outside the mountains have complicated minds and too many grudges and affections, so it's best for us to stay away."

After saying that, she took A'luo's hand, turned around and was about to leave: "Let's go, just pretend we didn't see anything. We've finished gathering herbs, we should go back."

"But... Sister Aya."

A'Luo pulled her hand away, looked at Meng Fei who was dying by the stream, bit her lip, and suddenly said, "Grandma also said that it is not the way of us Miao people to leave someone to die."

"He collapsed in the mountains; it was the mountain god who sent him to us. Even if... even if we can't cure him, at least... at least we can give him some water and apply some medicine to stop the bleeding, so that he... so that he doesn't die here!"

A'Luo became increasingly convinced of her own reasoning, and her voice grew louder: "Besides, look at him, he's not that old, maybe...maybe he has some kind of hardship? If we just leave like this, he definitely won't live past tonight!"

Looking at her sister's stubborn yet kind eyes, Aya sighed helplessly. Then she looked at Meng Fei again. Putting aside the troublesome injuries, poisons, and possible background, one could still vaguely see the original handsome features between the boy's brows.

Perhaps... he really just went astray? Or was he a pitiful person who was framed?

Aya struggled internally for a moment, then finally glared at A'luo and said irritably, "You're so soft-hearted! But it's settled then, just stop the bleeding and feed him water. Whether he lives or dies is up to fate. Once you've done that, leave immediately, understand?"

Seeing that Aya had agreed, A'luo immediately beamed with joy and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes! Sister Aya is the best, let's get started!"

In the end, the two Miao girls were overcome by kindness and compassion, which dispelled their concerns and wariness.

Afterwards, the two dragged Meng Fei ashore and carefully cleaned his wounds, bandaged them to stop the bleeding. By the time they finished, both of them were covered in sweat.

Aya glanced at the sky, then pulled up Aro, who was still eager to observe a little longer.

"Let's go! If we don't leave now, we won't make it back to the village before dark!"

A Luo glanced at the unconscious Meng Fei one last time with reluctance, and whispered, "May the mountain god protect you and help you recover!"

Then, following Aya, we picked up our bamboo baskets and re-entered the forest path we had come from.

"Well……"

Meng Fei struggled to open his eyes, only to see two beautiful figures quickly disappear from his sight.

"Thanks!"

About an hour later, thanks to the herbs left by Aya and his remaining internal energy, he barely managed to suppress the continued deterioration of his injuries.

As the sky gradually darkened, Meng Fei knew he had to find a more effective way to heal his wounds and detoxify as soon as possible, or at least find a relatively safe place to stay.

He then struggled to his feet and began to explore the downstream stream with faltering steps.

The mountains and forests of Miao territory are deep and dense, with miasma appearing and disappearing intermittently, and the sounds of insects and the roars of beasts are incessant, which is very different from the scenery of the Central Plains that he was familiar with.

Just as he reached a ravine with relatively sparse trees and jagged rocks, a fierce fight and shouts broke the silence of the forest from the slope ahead.

Meng Fei felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tried to conceal himself, but his current state made his movements far from ideal. In addition, the terrain limited his movement. Just as he approached a boulder to hide behind, the battle situation there had already changed.

On the hillside, two men dressed in Miao ethnic costumes were locked in combat.

One of them was a bit younger, in his early twenties, wearing an indigo short shirt embroidered with scorpion patterns, holding a curved knife, his knife skills were swift but slightly impetuous.

His opponent was a man in his thirties with a sinister face. He wore a dark green shirt with grotesque centipede patterns embroidered on the cuffs. Although he was unarmed, his movements were unpredictable, and he would occasionally flick out small but brightly colored powders or even more bizarre creatures.

"Shi Yan, how dare you lay such a cruel hand on your own kind! Aren't you afraid the elders will hold you accountable?!"

The young man shouted sharply, his voice filled with shock and anger.

The sinister-looking man known as Shi Yan sneered, "Pursue? Sha Luo, your sister overestimated herself, daring to compete with my Green Scorpion Village for the position of Holy Maiden. Your branch should have known better than to back down long ago! Today, you've been 'accidentally' killed here, so who can say anything?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly spun around, dodging the slash of the curved blade, and a dark red shadow shot out from his sleeve like lightning, heading straight for Salo's face.

Sara was shocked and hurriedly swung his sword to block, but he was still a beat too slow.

The dark red shadow was actually a centipede about the length of a chopstick, entirely crimson. The centipede twisted in mid-air, dodging the blade, and with a "whoosh," it struck the back of Sharo's right hand.

"what!"

Sharo screamed in agony, feeling his hand go numb instantly. His entire right arm swelled and turned black at a visible speed. The scimitar in his hand clattered to the ground, and he staggered backward.

"How does the red-striped king centipede taste?"

Shi Yan stepped forward with a sinister grin and sneered.

"Don't worry, it won't kill you immediately, it'll just make your body rot and fester, a good warning to those who still can't see the bigger picture!"

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Shi Yan caught sight of Meng Fei, who was standing beside the boulder, his breathing unsteady and unable to completely conceal himself.

"Hmph! They have reinforcements too? We'll take care of them all at once!"

Shi Yan shouted and pounced on Meng Fei like a ghost. He raised both hands and a cloud of green powder with a sweet and fishy smell, mixed with several black poisonous bees flapping their wings, swarmed over Meng Fei.