After trying to reassure Jaeng's parents, Tristan went to the sect as quickly as possible.
He was still without essence, so he asked someone to carry Yue and Jaeng with him.
The people of the sect were surprised by his return, but since the situation was urgent, he only gave a brief explanation.
The three were sent to the sect's recovery area.
Yue and Jaeng were also in that room, but they still remained unconscious.
Tristan wondered if the sect's healers would be able to heal them. 'Do they have methods to replenish lost nutrients? Are the healing arts here effective in replacing the stolen blood?'
He didn't know much about the healing arts of this city. Tristan didn't need to visit the healers as often as others since the effects that the Light cultivation had on his body were usually enough to solve most non-severe problems.
Since childhood, he had learned that medicine in this world was extremely rudimentary and was only in its early stages.
Most healers used archaic methods with questionable efficiency.
Disasters caused by viruses and other plagues were quite common.
The most effective alternative for those who had enough money to pay were the Light magic users.
But Tristan knew better than anyone that unless someone had access to the great countries of humanity, common Light cultivators were not capable of miracles. It wasn't uncommon to hear that some of them died from an ordinary illness, just like anyone else.
'Maybe things are better in Zaguhan?'
However, he started to think that this was very unlikely; this city was far inferior to the place where he lived in every aspect of development he had noticed so far.
He remembered that Yue and Jaeng had been bitten by the bats. 'Can magical beasts transmit diseases? I hope they don't catch rabies or leptospirosis.'
While lying on the bed in the sect's medical room, Tristan took advantage of this moment of rest to cultivate and recharge his core.
'Spending essence is so fast, but recharging it fully takes almost an entire day.'
This was another problem he needed to resolve on his long list of tasks. The more powerful the core, the better the cultivation technique would need to be to recharge it in a reasonable time.
'I have no idea what level the cultivation technique I invented is at; I don't know its limit, but it's probably not very high. For now, it's been enough, but I'll have to improve it or find another one when I advance further.'
Tristan began to think about where he could find the cultivation techniques he needed.
'Maybe if I can accumulate a fortune, I can buy some principles of these techniques from the sects of Zaguhan.'
Light and Darkness cultivation was rare; there weren't many people born with the proper lineage for these elements, and because of that, the number of sects specializing in them was much smaller compared to others, making everything related to them more expensive and valuable.
'Or I could simply capture a cultivator of these elements and torture them until they reveal the secret of a mid-level cultivation method.' This was the cheaper option, making it tempting, but it was also incredibly dangerous and had a high potential for triggering terrible consequences.
Tristan shook his head and banished those dangerous thoughts from his mind, at least for now.
Suddenly, he heard the creak of a door opening, and turning his face towards the sound, he saw two people entering the room.
They were two elderly men of short stature, with long black beards and mustaches streaked with many white hairs. Their hair was hidden under long, ornate hats. They wore colorful, long robes with many jewels hanging from the fabric.
Accompanying them from behind was a sect employee.
She pointed towards Yue and Jaeng, and the two old men approached them with slow steps.
After frowning, Tristan got out of bed and approached the old woman. "Greetings, Elder Meilin Jinghuan," he bowed respectfully.
"Who are these people?" he asked the wrinkled-skinned lady who guided the two old men.
The woman turned to him and said in her aged voice, "They are honored healing masters from the Shining Star Sect. The sect leader hired their services due to the seriousness of the situation."
'Two healers from another sect? That can't be cheap. Did the sect leader get worried about them?' he thought.
The two healers extended their hands and touched the unconscious children. Just like Tristan, a white light emanated from their hands and spread over their bodies.
A few seconds later, the healing masters withdrew their hands.
Tristan's eyes widened. 'So fast? They're really on another level. Is this the difference between a real healer and an amateur like me?' Before he could sigh, the elders moved their hands and touched another part of their bodies.
'Oh, it's not over yet? Did they find something unusual or what?'
But then Tristan's mind went silent for a moment when the healers changed positions again.
They needed to touch their legs, arms, head, chest... among other parts of the body.
'What the heck is this?' Tristan thought.
They switched patients, and the same thing repeated. Sometimes they rechecked a part they had already examined before.
Thinking about the reason for this, Tristan could only come to one conclusion: 'Either they're using a method extremely different from mine, or they're not capable of creating large Light holograms and maintaining them for long.'
After finishing examining them, the two healers approached Meilin, and one of them spoke:
"Their condition is not good. We can try some things, but there's not much we can do. They will have to rely on the blessings of the Spirit Kings to survive this."
Meilin made a sad expression, and pity appeared in her eyes.
After saying those words, the healers began their treatments. One of them lit some incense, and several different scents spread through the air. The other took several needles and placed them into their bodies with trembling hands.
Tristan approached the incense and smelled it.
His mystical senses didn't detect any essence.
"Are these ordinary incenses? How can they help treat them?"
One of the old men looked at him and laughed.
"This has to do with the theory of JungJiangDok's 1001 strengthening scents, boy. It's not something a child like you would understand."
After mocking the child, the old man grabbed some bells and began singing a strange song.
Tristan's face showed a blank and unreadable expression.
When the song ended, the two healing masters placed their hands on Yue and Jaeng. A white flame spread across their bodies. Tristan saw their pale skin turn pink immediately, but they were still thin and showed no signs of waking up.
The two elders sighed, and one of them said:
"We've done all we could. Now we just have to wait and see if they wake up."
"May the glory of the Kings fall upon them," said Meilin.
After that, the three left the room.
Once again, Tristan was the only one there who was conscious.
'What the heck was that?'