As soon as I put it on, I met a sickly man

Fear spread through the village like a plague.

People gathered in the square, whispering about the mysterious man's predictions, and everyone's face was filled with anxiety.

Children clung to their parents, while women comforted each other, trying to dispel the fear that filled the air.

Xiaoxuan stood in the center of the crowd, her eyes firm and calm.

The mysterious man's words stirred ripples in her heart, but she was not consumed by fear. Instead, she felt a strong sense of mission.

She knows she must discover the truth behind the prophecy and unravel the mystery that hangs over the village.

Ding Chen stood beside Xiaoxuan, his hand tightly holding hers, giving her silent support.

He was well aware of Xiaoxuan's determination and understood the responsibility he shouldered.

He looked at Xiaoxuan firmly, conveying his unwavering support with his eyes.

Young Master Murong stood on the outskirts of the crowd, a hint of solemnity on his elegant face.

Although he was skeptical about Xiaoxuan's identity as a "saint", he admired her courage and determination.

He walked silently to Xiaoxuan and nodded slightly, indicating that he would do his best to assist her.

They began their journey to find clues.

Every corner of the village became their target of exploration. They flipped through ancient books and asked the village elders, trying to find a clue.

In a dense forest, Xiaoxuan discovered a hidden deep pit.

The pit is dark and deep, like the entrance to hell.

Xiaoxuan approached cautiously, trying to see what was going on inside, but accidentally stepped on the soft soil at the edge.

"Ah!" Xiaoxuan screamed, lost her balance, and was about to fall into the deep pit.

At the critical moment, Ding Chen grabbed Xiaoxuan's hand and pulled her back.

Xiaoxuan stared at the deep pit in shock, feeling a wave of fear in her heart.

Ding Chen supported her with concern.

"Are you OK?"

Xiaoxuan shook her head and looked at Ding Chen gratefully.

Young Master Murong also came over. He carefully observed the environment around the deep pit and found some human traces.

"It seems that someone has deliberately set a trap here." Master Murong said with a hint of vigilance in his tone.

Xiaoxuan and Ding Chen looked at each other, and a sense of uneasiness arose in their hearts.

They realized that they were involved in a larger conspiracy.

They continued to go deeper into the forest, and according to the clues they found, they came to a mountain wall.

Ding Chen reached out and touched the mountain wall, feeling the rough texture on it.

"Here..." Ding Chen's voice was low and full of doubt, "There seems to be something..." Where Ding Chen's fingertips touched, the mountain wall slowly moved away, revealing a deep cave entrance.

A cold breath hit me in the face, carrying with it a sickening stench of decay.

The cave was dark and damp, and the rock walls were covered with sticky moss, emitting a faint green light.

Deep in the cave, a hunched figure sat on a pile of bones.

He was wearing a black cloak with the hood covering his face, revealing only a pointed chin and pale lips.

Between his skinny fingers, a strange ball of black flame danced, reflecting his gloomy and terrifying face.

This is the evil wizard who guards the prophecy. His power comes from darkness and devours all light and hope.

The wizard slowly raised his head, and two red lights flickered in his empty eye sockets, like a gaze from hell.

He let out a chilling sneer, and black flames swirled in his hands, turning into poisonous snakes that attacked the three people.

Ding Chen drew out his sword, and the sword light was like a rainbow, cutting off the attacking fire snake.

Young Master Murong used a folding fan as a weapon. When he waved the fan, it brought up gusts of wind, forcing the fire snake back.

However, the wizard's power was far beyond their imagination, and the black flames continued to surge out, drowning them like a tide.

Xiaoxuan anxiously watched the battle situation from the side.

She knew that she couldn't defeat the wizard with force alone and that she had to find his weakness.

She carefully observed the wizard's movements and the changes in the black flames, trying to find the pattern.

Her eyes were sharp and focused, like a cheetah locking onto its prey.

Suddenly, Xiaoxuan's eyes fell on the black flame in the wizard's hand.

She noticed that every time the flames jumped, the wizard's breathing became rapid, as if he was in great pain.

Is it...

Is this his weakness?

Xiaoxuan quickly took out various herbs from the medicine bag and prepared a dose of medicine powder at an astonishing speed.

Her movements were smooth and each step was precise, as if it had been honed through countless trials and tribulations.

"Ding Chen, Master Murong, cover me!" Xiaoxuan shouted and sprinkled the prepared powder on the wizard.

The powder spread in the air, forming a white mist.

The moment the mist came into contact with the black flames, it made a sizzling sound, like ice and snow meeting fire.

The black flame began to tremble violently, and finally went out, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating in the air.

The wizard let out a shrill scream, covered his chest, and fell to the ground in pain.

Ding Chen and Master Murong seized the opportunity and increased the intensity of their attack. The sword light and fan shadows intertwined into a dense attack net, enveloping the wizard.

"No..." The wizard's voice was hoarse and desperate, "My prophecy..."

He stretched out his trembling hand and pointed to a stone platform deep in the cave...

Ding Chen's sword light was as swift as a swimming dragon, and the sword energy was so powerful that it left deep marks on the stone walls of the cave.

Mr. Murong's folding fan looked light, but it contained great power. Every time it was waved, it brought up a fierce gust of wind, forcing the wizard to retreat again and again.

Although the wizard's black flames were extinguished, his power did not completely disappear. He waved his skinny hands and let out bursts of shrill screams. A cold aura emanated from him, trying to corrode the bodies and minds of Ding Chen and Master Murong.

Inside the cave, swords flashed, fans fluttered, and the wind howled, as if a thrilling life-and-death battle was taking place.

Ding Chen and Master Murong stood back to back, cooperating with each other tacitly. Their attack was as fierce as a storm, forcing the wizard to retreat step by step.

Xiaoxuan stood aside, clenching her hands tightly, her eyes never leaving the battlefield. Her heart was beating like a drum, and she was worried about Ding Chen and Master Murong, while also praying silently for them.

"Ding Chen, Master Murong, come on! You can do it!" Although Xiaoxuan's voice was not loud, it was full of power, which injected strong motivation into Ding Chen and Master Murong.

Finally, under the joint attack of Ding Chen and Master Murong, the wizard let out a shrill scream, and his body turned into a ball of black mist and dissipated into the air.

On the stone platform, an ancient stone tablet stood quietly, engraved with the truth of the prophecy: only those with pure hearts can resolve this crisis.

After the crisis was resolved, the village returned to its former peace and tranquility.

The villagers sang and danced to celebrate their survival.

Xiaoxuan and Ding Chen hugged each other tightly, their faces filled with happy smiles.

Master Murong stood aside and watched them.

Under Ding Chen's leadership, the village became more prosperous.

Xiaoxuan also continued to use her medical skills to relieve the villagers' pain.

Master Murong became the village's think tank, offering advice for the village's development.

The three of them worked together to make the village a better place.

One sunny morning, Xiaoxuan was treating a villager when suddenly a villager rushed in with a pale face...

"Xiaoxuan, something bad has happened..."