From leaving the Hua District to entering the White Frost Cold Plain area, it took Wang Xuan nearly two days. He traveled without stopping, and finally arrived at this mont.
His arrival was indeed tily.
If he had been a mont later, Shen Yuan’s life would have been lost. Such an outco would have been unacceptable for the Hunting Team, as each mber was indispensable.
Wang Xuan held a sniper rifle, walking at a asured pace, giving off a feeling of steadiness. He had experienced many such dangerous monts.
The Iron-Scaled Tiger fell with a crash, pinning Shen Yuan beneath it, leaving only his head exposed, and he was almost crushed. But his heart was full of the joy of surviving a near-death experience.
He shouted, "Wang Xuan, you ca just in ti! Thank the heavens, I got to know you." Wang Xuan was his savior, his current faith.
With a push and a twist of his body, he crawled out from under the giant tiger, covered in blood, with a pungent sll assaulting the nose. Fortunately, not a single hair on his body was missing!
Such luck.
He rushed towards Wang Xuan with open arms, wanting a hug, but Wang Xuan avoided him disdainfully: "Just ca back from the Ghost Gate, and you want to cover in blood? Do you really need to thank like this?"
The Hunting Team let out a sigh of relief. The crisis ca suddenly but went just as quickly, and thankfully no one died.
"Liu Hong, Liu Hong, how are you?"
Zhou Minglun pulled Liu Hong, who was trampled into the mud by the Iron-Scaled Tiger, out and laid her flat on the ground, constantly calling out, knowing that the force of that tiger’s stomp was enormous.
Liu Hong was covered in mud, and her fair and beautiful appearance was now extrely disheveled. She continuously spat out blood, the bloody ss on her body, looking as ragged as a beggar.
"I..." As soon as she opened her mouth, a large amount of blood gushed out. The stomp of the Iron-Scaled Tiger crushed most of her ribs, severely damaging her internal organs.
Zhou Minglun quickly administered first aid. As long as the heart and brain were not compromised and she held on till reaching the hospital, she could be healed. The injuries looked serious but wouldn’t be fatal.
Wang Xuan glanced at him, apologizing: "I’m really sorry, I ca a bit late."
Yes, if he had fired a bit earlier, Liu Hong wouldn’t have been injured, but Liu Hong had no words for this.
Liu Hong looked at Wang Xuan with a complex expression. The man she referred to as the eternal waste stuck at the at Training Realm managed to shoot down the Iron-Scaled Tiger at the critical mont.
Unluckily for her, it was the Iron-Scaled Tiger’s sudden burst that alerted Wang Xuan to the danger. Firing at such an urgent mont was already very tily.
However, Wang Xuan’s help didn’t fall on her, she didn’t share in his luck, which made her seem very unfortunate.
When the Celestial Dragon Team’s small starry sky warship avoided so dangerous areas and collected the transported prey from various signal points, finally arriving at the Greed Wolf Hunting Team, Liu Hong had already fainted due to excessive blood loss.
However, the warship arrived in ti, and being equipped with many dical devices and an intelligent system for surgeries, Liu Hong’s life was saved.
The dical staff on the ship were amazed at the Greed Wolf Hunting Team’s luck: "To harvest two fierce beasts in one go, the earnings are probably around twenty to thirty million Star Yuan, and no one died. Truly lucky."
Everyone knew this was due to Wang Xuan’s tily arrival, otherwise, lives would have been lost, and casualties among the Greed Wolf Hunting Team would have been inevitable.
The dical staff continued: "This woman was also lucky. If it weren’t for her large chest, where the fat ford two buffer points, her injuries might have been more severe."
Indeed, Liu Hong’s proud assets saved her life, which was both a cause for laughter and tears.
Her life was spared thanks to self-rescue.
Captain Yan Hua and Zhou Ping, Zhou Minglun, and others wanted to return to the settlent at the border of the White Frost Cold Plain for rest, while Wang Xuan and Leng Feng chose to stay in the White Frost Cold Plain area to hunt for prey and Spirit Grass Treasure dicines.
The key point is, the two have many topics to discuss, particularly concerning the Assassin Alliance.
In the vast Frosty Plain Prival Forest, a few people blending in were like drops in the ocean, Wang Xuan and Leng Feng disappeared without a trace.
...
"A big nose, bright eyes, with subtle eyebrows and whiskers, it’s complete!"
Su Xiaowei’s ink painting had a certain air, bringing out Wang Xuan’s Essence, Qi, and Spirit with her brushwork, making him leap onto the paper.
"Well done."
A large bald head erged from behind, continuously praising, giving Su Xiaowei quite a start. It turned out to be that monk.
"Master, what brings you here?" Su Xiaowei, sitting on a small stool on the lawn on a sunny day, was in a good mood, most importantly because she finally had a satisfying painting of Wang Xuan.
The great monk chanted "Amitabha" and said, "I am called Puji. You can call Mage Puji, little benefactor."
Su Xiaowei repeated the greeting, "Mage Puji, what brings you here?" She knew he was a superior figure akin to an Immortal.
"I travel the world to subdue demons and exorcise evil spirits, but this ti, I don’t need to intervene," the great monk chuckled, "The little benefactor’s painting is spirited, with the person having a nose and eyes."
Su Xiaowei glanced at him, thinking to herself, if a portrait has no nose or eyes, would it still be human?
"Your complint makes a bit embarrassed." An amateur painting of a person always has a nose and eyes.
"Oh, it seems I chose the wrong words, it should be lifelike, as if the person is about to walk off the paper," the great monk kept smiling.
"Your praise makes a bit bashful, I know my own level."
"Don’t believe ?" the great monk asked.
Su Xiaowei shook her head. She was shy, and such complints made her hesitant to accept too much praise for fear that it might overwhelm her delicate self-esteem.
"Then watch," Puji searched within his robe, taking out a seal after a while, "Once this seal is pressed on the painting, a marvelous scene of an immortal painting will appear. Do you want to see it?"
"Can I?" Su Xiaowei asked carefully. She didn’t recognize the symbols on the stamp, but its strokes were aesthetically pleasing.
"Of course," said Puji, letting Su Xiaowei hold the stamp, "Stamp it on the painting and call the person’s na, then say ’appear’."
The stamp was pressed right in the middle of Wang Xuan’s portrait. Su Xiaowei thought for a mont; this monk probably wouldn’t harm her, otherwise, he wouldn’t need to beat around the bush, he could just act directly.
She nodded and called out to the portrait of Wang Xuan, "Appear! Uncle Wang!"
A second passed, five seconds passed, but nothing happened.
The great monk was quite embarrassed.
"Don’t call him Uncle Wang, just use his na otherwise it won’t work," Puji explained, worried the little girl thought he was trying to trick her.
Su Xiaowei spoke again, "Wang Xuan, appear!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Xuan’s portrait spontaneously combusted, the smoke swirling around slowly ford a human shape, and soon the silhouette solidified, looking just like the living Wang Xuan standing in front of the two.
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