Chapter 191 — Really a Bit Aroused

What are their names? " Shen Mu truly did not wish to stay at his side. The Imperial Preceptor's journey was plainly meant to bring overwhelming, crushing pressure upon the rebels of the Southern Wilderness through the various armies, pressuring these rebellious sects, great families, and powerful clans until they had no choice but to come and kill the Imperial Preceptor. The Imperial Preceptor seemed to offer them two paths, but in truth offered only one.

Staying at the Imperial Preceptor's side, he would surely become a target himself.

He was only of the Five Luminaries realm—how could he be a match for such a colossus?

But the Imperial Preceptor had spoken, and he could not refuse.

He had no choice but to give the names of Shen Wanyun and the others. The Imperial Preceptor raised his hand, and a cloud of fire rose into the air.

In midair the fire cloud shifted and formed the names Shen Wanyun, Yue Qinghong, Yun Que, Si Yunxiang, and the others; then more fire cloud became a straight arrow pointing toward where Shen Mu stood. Before long, Shen Wanyun, Si Yunxiang, and the others hurried over, every one of them wounded. Clearly they too had been through fierce battles and escaped death. The dragon qilin was with them as well, held aloft by the Wolf Slave as he ran toward them.

"Scholars of the Imperial Academy greet the Imperial Preceptor! " Shen Wanyun and the others were startled at the sight of the Imperial Preceptor and hurriedly saluted. Their hearts were uneasy. Shen Mu had summoned the Dutian Demon King, bringing down a monstrous calamity with countless dead and wounded, and they had been caught up in it.

As associates of the Erudite of the Imperial Academy, if the Imperial Preceptor called them to account, they would surely be beheaded together and their heads displayed. The Imperial Preceptor glanced at them, his gaze falling upon the dragon qilin, and nodded with a smile.

The dragon qilin hastily struggled to his feet and saluted him: "Imperial Preceptor. " "Long Da, why are you still wounded? " Xue Hu'er sprang onto the dragon qilin and looked at the wound on his rump, asking doubtfully, "Can't you lick your own rump? " The dragon qilin gave a muffled snort and ignored her.

Shen Mu stepped forward, took out several bottles of dragon saliva, and applied it to the big fellow's wounds. The dragon qilin's injuries were severe: the Dutian Demon King's gaze had cut into the muscles of his rump and even torn his dragon scales.

Fortunately this dragon qilin's scales were exceedingly tough and had blocked the Dutian Demon King's gaze somewhat; otherwise he would surely have been sliced in two.

Shen Mu took out several more bottles of dragon saliva and gave them to Shen Wanyun and the others to treat their wounds.

"Yun Que, Wanyun—one bottle, ten thousand Dafeng coins. " Xue Hu'er kindly reminded them, "If you have no money, you can write an IOU first.

" The monk Yun Que's face turned ashen, and he stammered, "This poor monk is already as poor as if washed clean—truly washed clean.

Ever since the Erudite came to the Imperial Academy, this poor monk has been washed clean. With debts like these, I fear I can only repay them in my next life. Sister Fox, have mercy. . . " Shen Mu did not know whether to laugh or cry: "Ling'er, don't be mischievous.

I brought them out for training this time; if they are wounded, it is my responsibility to heal them.

Moreover, I bear the name of divine physician—a healer's heart is a parent's heart.

How could I take money?

When this training is over, if they are wounded again, then I will charge. To charge now would ruin my reputation. " Yue Qinghong had been about to ask him for a bottle of dragon saliva to keep in reserve, but hearing this she at once abandoned the idea, thinking, 'At heart he still means to charge for healing. Truly stingy.

. . ' Si Yunxiang was wounded too. She asked Shen Mu for a bottle of dragon saliva, then pulled Yue Qinghong along, and the two girls ran into the woods, took off their clothes, and applied it to each other's wounds to keep scars from forming. "Sister, your figure is really lovely.

Mine isn't nearly so big," Si Yunxiang said, looking Yue Qinghong over in admiration. Yue Qinghong laughed: "You are still young. In a few more years you will grow bigger too.

Besides, when they get big they can be rather uncomfortable—they bounce when you run, and I am not used to wearing a chest wrap. If only there were something to hold them in. A pity I cannot find a good tailor.

. .

" Si Yunxiang thought for a moment: "I hear the Erudite is a tailor too, and the clothes he makes are quite handsome. Why not. . . " Yue Qinghong was startled and opened her dark, glossy eyes wide: "How could that be?

He is a man! " Shen Mu gathered everyone together and said gravely, "Our training mission has changed.

I am to go with the Imperial Preceptor to the Southern Wilderness, deep into enemy territory. The Imperial Preceptor's wound has not healed, and I must stay at his side to help treat it.

If any of you wish to return, you may leave now. " Shen Wanyun and the others, thinking of what this meant, knew the journey would be fraught with danger, and so they all hesitated. The Imperial Preceptor said, "On the road I can offer you some guidance in your cultivation. Last time your Grand Jijiu invited me and I lectured for less than two days; this time it is out of regard for the Erudite of the Imperial Academy. "