Dachen Song State Peach Blossom County Shilong County.
The rescue City Guard Army sent by Song State and Thunder State was still on the way.
But large numbers of Martial World Loose Cultivators and several hundred elites from the Da Chen National Daoist School had already started rushing into Shilong County to participate in the rescue.
Xu Jin, who hurried back, was also among these group of Martial World Loose Cultivators.
Cultivators possess immense strength, and with Star Power to borrow from, rescuing victims from the ruins was not too difficult; it just required concerted effort.
Soon, makeshift rescue teams formed spontaneously.
Some of the Dachen official elites and more prestigious amongst the Martial World Loose Cultivators commanded over a dozen cultivators working together to prevent secondary injuries while clearing the debris to save victims.
These commanders soon earned nicknames on the scene.
Captain Ding, Captain Wu, Captain Chen, Captain Yu...
Many of the disaster-stricken common folks also began actively seeking help from these people.
Every time a survivor was rescued, the cultivators erupted into excited cheers.
But when a body was lifted out, everyone’s expression fell silent.
"Master Wu, please, save my boy; he’s only six years old and trapped under the rubble." A woman dragging a broken leg crawled over, the white shards of bone were visible at the site of the injury, yet as if unnoticed by the woman, she knelt down before Wu Xin with a thud.
Wu Xin was a Ninth Layer Loose Cultivator from the Martial World, currently organizing teams spontaneously, searching from the east to the south of the city.
Seeing the woman kneel, he frowned and helped her up first, "Is he alive?"
"He’s alive, just an hour ago, I heard him calling for his mom, he’s still alive!" The woman became frantic in her speech.
Wu Xin looked at the woman’s broken leg and directly lifted her up horizontally, "You point the way."
"That way, over there."
Soon the woman led Wu Xin and his group to the debris of a residential house, bricks and timber everywhere, collapsed very thoroughly, but next to a house, a bell tower had also collapsed over it.
Under such circumstances, the hope for survival was...
This made Wu Xin frown, "Are you sure he’s alive?"
For such large-scale debris, even cultivators would need a significant amount of time.
"Master Wu, really, truly, he called out to me an hour ago!" the woman struggled, attempting to kneel before Wu Xin again.
"Brothers, let’s get to work, be careful! Use Star Power for support, these heavy objects must not collapse a second time!"
In the thunderous response, a group of Loose Cultivators carefully began digging through the rubble.
minutes later, everyone’s expressions were grim as they unearthed the first body, that of an old woman.
Not long after, the second body was found, an old man’s corpse, and the woman, looking at these two bodies, was nearly in despair.
Another 15 minutes passed, and the crowd saw a man crushed under a pile of bricks and stones, his back arched as if it had stiffened, facing away with a pool of blood that had already congealed beneath him.
He must have been dead for quite some time.
The woman only glanced once and burst into howling tears; it was her husband.
"Where’s my boy, my boy!" The woman was nearly mad, her broken leg dragging across the ground, fresh blood gushing out again, yet she felt nothing.
Everyone cautiously moved the bricks and stones, the man’s body still shaped like a bow, and suddenly, someone yelled, "Captain Wu, there’s a kid underneath!"
Instantly, Wu Xin himself surrounded the area, carefully moving the stiff man’s body, revealing a little boy lying underneath the arched form of the man, a stick impaling his abdomen, already unconscious but still breathing!
"Heavenly Saint Qi, hurry!"
From a distance, Heavenly Saint Qi’s palm shone with green light, as he was treating a middle-aged man with a severe wound on his head, which was slowly healing.
This was the effect of Low-level Star Healing.
Just as it was a critical moment, despite Wu Xin calling out to him, Xu Jin didn’t heed him.
There were too many people needing help; he could only save them one by one!
Seeing no response, Wu Xin grew anxious, "Heavenly Saint Qi, get your ass over here damn it! If you don’t, I’ll screw your mother!"
Xu Jin, who was saving someone, frowned at the swearing - that was going too far.
"There’s a child, unconscious!" another cultivator shouted.
The next moment, Xu Jin abandoned the middle-aged man, who was no longer in danger of dying. His figure flashed, darting towards Wu Xin’s location.
In two flashes, Xu Jin had covered more than a thousand meters, arriving in front of Wu Xin.
Looking at the unconscious boy, his expression immediately became grave.
Such an injury was nothing for a cultivator.
But for a little boy, it was life-threatening!
Even with Star Healing, it might not be enough to save him!
"Antiseptic medicine."
"I’ll heal him, you guys slowly pull it out, slowly, hold down the child, don’t let him struggle!"
"Prepare alcohol for me!"
At that moment, Xu Jin again became the boss of the group, each command executed as soon as it left his mouth.
"Master Qi, there’s... there’s no alcohol!" a cultivator stammered.
Water was prepared indeed, but Xu Jin frowned again, knowing if it was used directly, it might not prevent the child from dying.
After thinking for a moment, his palm shot directly into a wooden barrel, with flames suddenly bursting out.
In just a few seconds, the barrel of water boiled furiously.
Normally, such an act would be considered a miracle, but now, no one cared.
They just wanted to save lives!
After boiling the water for a full minute, Xu Jin stopped and then commanded, "Cool this barrel of water, quickest possible!"
Xu Jin then turned and began carefully treating the little boy’s wounds.