The man floating towards her was naturally the unconscious Zhao Letian.
The young girl by the river did not shy away but instead looked at him with concern in her beautiful eyes, carefully examining Zhao Letian's body.
She was the most outstanding alchemist in the tribe, a healer who aided the injured and ill. A stranger floating in the Holy River, unknown whether dead or alive, she could not simply ignore.
"This man has a robust physique, no wounds on his body whatsoever, yet his breath is weak and his pulse feeble. His exceedingly pale complexion clearly indicates an excessive depletion of his Essence Blood, causing him to faint temporarily. Let's bring him back to the tribe first."
The girl quickly discerned Zhao Letian's condition and with a wave of her hand, wrapped Zhao Letian's body with Primordial Energy and brought him to the shore.
After checking Zhao Letian's body again, the blush on the girl's cheeks deepened. Then, biting her lip, she took out a set of her own clothes from the storage ring, dressed Zhao Letian, and carried him on her back, rushing towards the Baihua Tribe.
In his faint, Zhao Letian had a vague sense of consciousness; he felt himself lying on a delicate and warm shoulder, smelling the intoxicating scent of a young girl, bumping along on a journey to an unknown distance.
He did not know how much time had passed when Zhao Letian felt he was laid on a comfortable bed, then he fell asleep again.
"Cailian, where did you find a man? And why is he sleeping in your bed? This is inappropriate. Move him to my room." *+ is the ho&m%e- of thi^s c#h$a@pter
In a tent within the Baihua Tribe, an elderly man dressed in a fur jacket, robust with white hair and beard, frowned and spoke to the girl.
"Father, I found him in the Holy River. Saving a life is urgent, I couldn't care much for the rest. Besides, we who practice martial arts can go without sleep, it doesn't matter where we stay. Just let him stay here, I will set up another tent."
The girl named Cailian, donning a fur long skirt, shook her head with a smile, taking it lightly.
"Letting him stay here is fine, but Cailian, although we are alchemists, we can't save everyone. You know nothing about this person. What if he harbors ill intentions, or even belongs to a rival tribe? By saving him, aren't we inviting a wolf into our home?"
The elderly man with white hair and beard spoke with a worried face. His daughter was good in all aspects but too naive and kind-hearted. Having never left the tribe or experienced the outside world, she was completely unaware of how treacherous people can be.
"Father, how can that be? That this man survived drifting in the Holy River indicates that he is under the care of the Spirit. The Spirit would never protect someone with ill intentions. I believe the Spirit sent him to our Baihua Tribe for a reason, perhaps, he could bring the Spirit's blessing to our tribe."
Cailian smiled sweetly.
"The Spirit? That's just a protective deity from the legends of Gray Wolf Kingdom, it doesn't actually exist. You are too naive, my daughter."
The elderly man retorted with a bitter smile.
"Father, Cailian believes the Spirit certainly exists. Without its protection, how could a small tribe like ours thrive at the foot of Holy Mountain and live more prosperously than other tribes?"
Cailian shook her head, her eyes filled with devout sincerity.
"Alright, I can't persuade you, but just to be safe, I will use the Golden Needle technique to seal his meridians and acupoints, confining his cultivation. That way, even if he recovers, he can't cause any harm."
The old man shook his head, saying helplessly.
"The Golden Needle technique? Alright, let's do as you say, father. But if we later find out that he is not a man with ill intentions, you can't keep his cultivation confined forever."
Cailian pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
"That's only natural, daughter, you go out first, Daddy will use needles on him."
The old man nodded and with a flash of spirit light in his hand, he took out a box of golden needles from the storage ring.
Cailian nodded and walked out of the tent.
"Boy, according to the rules of our Baihua Tribe, if you've been in a woman's bed, you have to marry her. Your physique is indeed commendable. If you are not a wicked person with evil intentions and your martial arts talent is also passable, I wouldn't mind letting you be with Cailian. She is getting older, and it has always been a headache for the tribe having her stay."
The old man muttered to himself, opened the needle box, took out a golden needle, heated it with fire, and then aimed at an acupuncture point on Zhao Letian's chest and suddenly stabbed it down.
But who knew, when the golden needle stabbed Zhao Letian's chest, it was as if it had hit an iron plate, not penetrating at all.
"What? This kid's physical strength is too freakish?"
The old man was suddenly shocked, his expression became solemn, and an unprecedented serious look appeared in his eyes. With True Yuan surging through his body, he picked up the golden needle again.
Having such formidable physical strength meant Zhao Letian's power was definitely extraordinary. The stronger Zhao Letian was, the more he needed to seal his cultivation firmly to prevent disaster from befalling the tribe.
"Golden Needle Pierces through the Body, Sealing All Cultivation, Go!"
After the old man's aura reached its peak, he poured all his strength into the golden needle and fiercely stabbed towards Zhao Letian's chest. The needle slowly sank an inch into Zhao Letian's body, the process was very strenuous, causing large beads of sweat to roll down the old man's forehead.
"This freak is going to exhaust me to death, here we go again!"
After a few breaths, one golden needle was finally completely embedded in Zhao Letian's body with great difficulty. The old man was so tired that his face turned red, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at Zhao Letian and picked up another golden needle.
"Why hasn't Dad come out yet?"
Outside the tent, Cailian had waited for half an hour but still hadn't seen her father come out, which made her frown slightly, confusion evident in her beautiful eyes.
She knew that her father's skill with the golden needles had reached perfection, and sealing a young man's cultivation shouldn't take too long, unless, this young man's cultivation was far stronger than she imagined.
"Finally, it's over. Cailian, take care of this guy. Feed him some herbs to replenish his Essence Blood daily, and he should wake up before long. Daddy needs to go rest."
At this moment, the old man finally came out, drenched in sweat and breathing weakly, clearly due to extreme physical exhaustion.
"Dad? How did this happen? Could his cultivation be very high?"
Cailian asked in astonishment.
"Don't even mention it, I don't know how high that boy's cultivation is, but his physical strength is indeed freakish. His muscles and flesh are as tough as refined steel. I estimate that with just his physical strength, he can contend with someone in the Middle Stage True Martial Realm. To be safe, I sealed not only his cultivation but also his physical strength."