"Senior brother, I understand."
Qi Ji nodded and casually pointed towards Jifeng Pavilion.
"Senior brother, this is our newly advanced junior brother, his na is Jifeng Pavilion, his talent is not weak."
"Greetings, senior brother." Jifeng Pavilion bowed to pay respect.
"Hmm, not bad, a promising seedling." Fang Changle glanced over, rarely nodding.
"Hmm!?"
Zhang Fan stood silently beside them, watching his fellow disciples catching up, his gaze fixed on Jifeng Pavilion.
Since the ambush that night, nearly a month had passed.
During that month, this junior brother from Maoshan had changed drastically, no longer arrogant and impulsive as before, his deanor was increasingly reserved, and his personality more stable.
After experiencing tribulations, such changes were understandable to Zhang Fan.
However, Jifeng Pavilion's cultivation seed to have greatly improved, his eyes concealed Spiritual Light, naturally ford but unexpressed, a complete transformation compared to when he first descended the mountain.
Rather than rapid progress, it was akin to undergoing rebirth.
"This kid has had so fortune," Zhang Fan thought to himself, yet had no interest in probing others' secrets.
"Let's go first."
After a brief chat, Fang Changle got up to say goodbye, pulling Zhang Fan away from the hospital.
"Where are you going?"
"To catch Yin Hu!" A trace of cold gleam flashed in Fang Changle's eyes.
"Yin Hu!?"
"I indeed detected Yin Hu's scent on you, I reckon he's in Yujing City..." Fang Changle said in a low voice.
"I will dig him out even if it ans searching three feet under ground."
Fang Changle's three-year imprisonnt was due to Yin Hu, only by capturing Yin Hu could he prove his innocence.
"Is Yin Hu really in Yujing City?" Zhang Fan pondered, ntally reviewing everyone he had recently interacted with.
"Co, let's join forces, I refuse to believe we can't suppress him."
A glint of ferocity shone in Fang Changle's eyes, his words exuding imnse confidence, both in himself and in Zhang Fan.
"Alright!" Zhang Fan's gaze was intensely focused, his cultivation had been rapidly advancing recently, this was a perfect opportunity to test his skills.
If possible, he wanted to see if he could capture a Zodiac with his current cultivation.
...
At this ti, inside the hospital.
The boiling water room.
Jifeng Pavilion was carrying a thermos, waiting for hot water.
"You've been in good spirits lately, seems the Technique I taught you has been successfully cultivated."
At this mont, a casual voice ca from behind.
Jifeng Pavilion turned around to see a young doctor entering, wearing a white coat, gold-frad glasses, appearing refined and gentle.
"Who exactly are you? You understand the long-lost Daoist Skill of Maoshan." Jifeng Pavilion couldn't help but ask.
After Qi Ji was hospitalized, he t this doctor here, clearly this person was not an ordinary doctor, his gaze alone could see through the increasing intent and thoughts of Jifeng Pavilion...
Indeed, ever since the night of the attack, Jifeng Pavilion fantasized daily about slaughtering, or even brutally killing those Wuwei Demons.
His thoughts were laid bare before this young doctor, yet, the doctor viewed him with great appreciation, encouraging, guiding, and even imparting him a special Cultivation thod.
This Technique could ease his killing intent, transforming it into special power, through which his cultivation daily increased.
Thus, Jifeng Pavilion realized that this young doctor before him must be soone significant.
"I am the thought in your heart, or you could say, I am the thought in everyone's heart."
"All Techniques are impermanent, only Mr. Nian..."
The young doctor adjusted his gold-frad glasses, his lips slightly curling upwards.
"I don't understand, who exactly are you? Why help ?" Jifeng Pavilion asked deeply.
"I am not helping you, rely conducting an experint," the young doctor chuckled lightly.
"Experint?"
"Correct, I am trapped by soone, his single thought keeps trapped here, unable to break free..."
"But now... I have found a way to break the Tribulation."
The young doctor looked at Jifeng Pavilion, his lips faintly curling, showing a profound smile.
"Youngster... youngster... your water is overflowing."
At this mont, an aunt called out from behind, pulling Jifeng Pavilion's thoughts back.
"Today's youngsters, speaking to themselves alone, eerily mysterious, really frightening."
The aunt stared at Jifeng Pavilion with the eyes of soone observing a patient, he glanced around, finding the boiling room empty except for himself and the aunt.
Glug glug glug...
The boiling, scalding water filled the thermos, gushing outward.
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