Alien Species Invasion? I Kill Them Back.

Chapter 120: Chapter 118: Mental Trauma

Li Qing frowned and asked, "Where are you going?!"

"I’m going to stand guard outside. If the Maze Master comes down the mountain again, I have to warn Feng Ling. What if she runs into it on her way back?"

Huangfu Miaomiao finished speaking with a hint of resentment and left without looking back.

From the distant peak, roar after roar echoed. The Queen Mother of the West had discovered its destroyed fruit tree and was flying into a rage.

Its roars, accompanied by Spiritual Suppression, vibrated down from the peak like ripples spreading across a lake.

The safe house was clearly affected as well. Pei Xianjue’s face turned deathly pale. Her eyes were shut tight and her breathing was rapid. Even though her physical wounds were already mending, the severe mental trauma couldn’t be healed.

Li Qing looked out the door anxiously. All he could do was wait for Baozi to return as quickly as possible to repair Pei Xianjue’s psychological injuries.

「An hour later.」

Baozi returned to the safe house, carrying a blood-soaked Feng Ling on his back.

When Huangfu Miaomiao saw Feng Ling covered in blood, she froze as if struck dumb, staring blankly for a long moment before she could react.

In her mind, Feng Ling was nearly invincible. She had never seen her so gravely injured!

Li Qing was also horrified. He quickly asked, "Didn’t you bring the fruit?!"

"We did. I fed her half of one on the way," Baozi explained. "She was just too badly hurt. All this blood is from before."

Huangfu Miaomiao silently exchanged for a recovery potion and injected it into Feng Ling.

A two-pronged approach would surely make her body recover faster.

Li Qing said, "The two of them have probably suffered significant mental trauma as well. Fruit and medicine are useless for that kind of injury. Does your ability have any healing properties?"

Baozi wiped the sweat from his palms and replied, "I... I’ll try it now."

He took a deep breath and activated his Lucky Heaven Card Ability. A myriad of colors immediately began to float before his eyes.

Pei Xianjue was shrouded in the grayish-green of fear. Feng Ling was steeped in the bright red of rage. Huangfu Miaomiao emanated the orange of anxiety. Li Qing was a void of white, with only a faint touch of gray over his chest.

Baozi found it strange. He’d never seen someone with no emotions. But this wasn’t the time to be curious; he had to calm Pei Xianjue and Feng Ling’s mental states as quickly as possible.

Gradually, a calm and peaceful atmosphere began to spread through the great hall.

The two unconscious women’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, their expressions softening.

Just then, the Maze Master’s roar echoed from the peak once more—

The peaceful atmosphere Baozi had just created shattered like fragile glass.

He hurriedly used his ability to once again dispel the terrifying aura.

’My ability is still not enough,’ he sighed inwardly as his forehead began to sweat and he felt mentally exhausted. ’If I could just absorb more Cards, maybe I could not only resist the Spiritual Suppression but even counter it...’

But then, he thought of Liang Zhou.

’Liang Zhou absorbed three Cards. And what was his fate in the end?’

Sorrow welled up in Baozi’s heart. ’In the end, these things don’t belong to humans. People are throwing themselves one after another into the pursuit of Card power. What will become of this world?’

...

Feng Ling’s injuries were far more severe than Pei Xianjue’s, yet she woke up sooner.

She was only unconscious for about half an hour before she awoke with a start from a nightmare. She sat up too quickly, pulling at her unhealed wounds, and let out a low cry of pain.

The sound startled everyone in the hall except for Pei Xianjue.

Huangfu Miaomiao was overjoyed. She rushed to her side and said, "I knew you wouldn’t die!"

Feng Ling clutched her wound, sucking in a sharp breath against the pain.

’I’m not going to die, but this really, really hurts.’

Li Qing also walked over, studying her expression. He seemed more concerned about her mental state. "Did you have a nightmare? You kept calling for your mom while you were unconscious."

"I heard it too," Huangfu Miaomiao said in a small voice. "One moment you were yelling ’Mom,’ the next you were yelling ’Crazy Mom’... Was your mom crazy?"

Feng Ling chuckled at that. "Not ’crazy’ as in insane. I grew up in an orphanage called the Big Windmill Children’s Welfare Institute. All the kids there had the surname Feng, and the director’s surname was also Feng. Everyone called her Wind Mother."

She didn’t feel like giving a long-winded account of her past, so she turned to look at Pei Xianjue on the other side. "How is she?"

Baozi replied with a wry smile, "She’s having nightmares, just like you. But you were calling for your mom, and she’s calling for her dad."

"Can you wake her up?" Feng Ling asked.

Baozi looked hesitant. "I can, but... the wounds will hurt when she wakes up. We don’t have any painkillers here."

At least while she was unconscious, she couldn’t feel the pain.

Feng Ling thought for a moment, then looked at Huangfu Miaomiao and Li Qing. "Was her mission successful? Did she tell you anything when she got back?"

Huangfu Miaomiao quickly said, "I went with her! We basically burned all the parts of that tree that were above ground, but we missed a spot. It’s in that tower!"

"In the tower?" Feng Ling looked puzzled.

Huangfu Miaomiao nodded emphatically and explained, "Yes! You know that altar table in the tower? That table is actually a raised section of a tree root! I chopped off all the parts with leaves, but I didn’t have time to burn it. We rushed down the mountain as soon as we got your message..."

She pressed her lips together, glancing at Pei Xianjue with frustration. She really wanted to say it was all Pei Xianjue’s fault for being too slow, but Pei Xianjue was already seriously injured. Saying something like that now would make her seem cruel.

Huangfu Miaomiao didn’t want Feng Ling to think she was being influenced by the Demon Card, so she forced herself to hold her tongue.

Feng Ling’s expression was calm.

Everyone here had eaten the purple fruit, even those two cubs she was raising. So Feng Ling wasn’t worried about Pei Xianjue’s injuries. Unless she was beheaded or dismembered, she would heal eventually. It was just a matter of enduring some suffering.

Right now, she was more concerned about the Maze Master’s current condition.

Feng Ling said to Huangfu Miaomiao, "Help me lie down."

"Oh." Huangfu Miaomiao took her arm and helped her lean back slowly, settling her onto a mat.

Feng Ling closed her eyes.

’Use Skill: Mother’s Thoughts...’

During her fight with the Maze Master earlier, she had taken the opportunity to place a mark on it. The starting point for her tracking was now the location of their battle at the foot of the mountain.

A ribbon of red mist revealed the Maze Master’s path. It had leaped between towering rocks, saving a lot of time, and quickly reached a fork in the road.

The path lingered there for a moment, which must have been where it encountered Pei Xianjue. Afterward, there were more massive leaps before it returned to the mountain path, moving straight ahead until it was finally back under the tree.

Crimson flames surged, the fierce blaze covering the entire massive canopy. The trunk was also charred black.

The Maze Boss stormed into the tower, fuming. It was now guarding the altar table, its eyes closed in rest.

Feng Ling observed it carefully.

There was a gash on its head from an axe, marks on its body from a grenade blast, and four of its six tails were mangled and bloody.

It had won the earlier battle, but not without paying a price.

Feng Ling’s spying gaze shifted from the Leopard Woman to the "altar table." ’I absolutely cannot let the fruit grow back. I can’t let it recover!’

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