Upon hearing the words ’Earth Rankings’, Jiang Yunkai’s eyes widened not with re shock but with astonishnt. As if stupefied, he stood there, his gaze vacant and unfocused.
After a while, regaining his composure, Jiang Yunkai gave Ling Chen a aningful look. In this mont, he finally understood why Ling Chen was so confident during that day at the First-class Residence, promising that by following him, he could surely make great strides in his martial arts progression.
A person who knows masters of the Earth Rankings surely wouldn’t have a simple background. And moreover, Dongfang Yu’s skills just now were also extraordinary, likely not below those of the Earth Rankings. Thinking of this, Jiang Yunkai beca even more resolute in his decision to stay by Ling Chen’s side. As long as he was with Ling Chen, he wouldn’t need to worry about not encountering masters.
With Dongfang Yu’s situation temporarily resolved, Ling Chen, taking Jiang Yunkai with him, imdiately took the elevator down to the hospital’s ground floor.
In the hospital’s green belt, the two found Bai Huanjun lying in the grass.
Having suffered a heavy blow from Dongfang Yu, Bai Huanjun had lapsed into a coma, his face pale and consciousness lost, with a trace of blood remaining at the corner of his mouth. It seed his injuries were very severe. Jiang Yunkai glanced at Bai Huanjun and asked, "Should we call the police?"
Ling Chen thought for a mont before responding, "No need, take him to the hospital first. Keep a close eye on him personally, don’t let him escape again."
"Understood."
Jiang Hao’s injuries were serious, but fortunately, not life-threatening. He would need to spend the better part of a month in the hospital. As for the incident of Jiang Hao’s attack, Ling Chen left Zhao Zhengxiong to handle it entirely.
Regarding this matter, Ling Chen’s heart actually bore so hidden worries. He saw things from a different perspective; he liked to consider the bigger picture. The sudden attack on Jiang Hao was not just a catalyst but also a reminder.
Leaving the hospital, Ling Chen glanced at the ti before driving straight to Qingyun Martial Arts Hall.
At this mont, only the main hall of the academy was lit; Little Hua had already gone to sleep, while He Ziyun was sitting alone in the hall, holding a copy of the Prajnaparamita Sutra, reading under the dim light. Hearing footsteps at the entrance, He Ziyun slowly lifted his head and, seeing Ling Chen coming towards him, stretched out his hand to point at the seat beside him, "Please sit."
Ling Chen, without any pretense, sat down beside He Ziyun and inquired, "Mr. He, who exactly is this Dongfang Yu we faced today?"
"He is also a master of the Earth Rankings."
Indeed!
Ling Chen silently exclaid that his guess was not wrong.
"From what I know, he seems to have a grudge against the Eight Eccentrics. The Eight Eccentrics are known for their elusive whereabouts. You’ve had contact with them, so that’s why Dongfang Yu ca after you."
"I see." Ling Chen nodded, then quickly changed the topic, "Mr. He, do you know what the grudge between him and the Eight Eccentrics is about?"
He Ziyun explained, "Dongfang Yu once had a disciple, a master on the Dragon List, but the disciple had character issues, and not many people liked him. Sohow, he got into a conflict with the Eight Eccentrics, vowed to kill them, but ended up being killed by the Eight Eccentrics instead. Dongfang Yu’s intent is rely to avenge his disciple." Pausing for a mont, he continued, "If you can sohow contact the Eight Eccentrics, you might want to give them a heads-up to be more cautious. Soone like Dongfang Yu will not rest until he achieves his goal."
"I understand." Ling Chen affird. When he last bade farewell to the Eight Eccentrics, Qiu Yong had given him a phone number. If there were ever a need, he could use the number to reach them at any ti.
"Mr. He, thank you for your help this ti. If it hadn’t been for your tily intervention, I might not have been so fortunate."
He Ziyun offered a faint smile, "Why stand on ceremony between us? I just happened to learn an old friend had co to East Sea City and followed him all the way here. I never expected he was actually looking for you."
"Right, Mr. He." Ling Chen suddenly thought of sothing and spoke up: "There seems to be sothing odd about the Prajnaparamita Sutra."
"Odd? Why do you say that?"
"I feel... ever since I started cultivating the Prajnaparamita Sutra, even my personality seems to be changing. Isn’t that sowhat abnormal?" Ling Chen was sowhat troubled. His feelings were most profound these past few days. Especially when he saw won, he found it increasingly difficult to control himself, always unable to resist making a few teasing remarks. To think he, a proud man of integrity, would, due to the Prajnaparamita Sutra, turn into a lecher—his reputation of half a lifeti would be destroyed.
He Ziyun said with interest: "Is that so? Well, any cultivation technique can cause a certain impact, but this is not a major issue. You have to learn to restrain yourself. Restraint is also a kind of training for oneself."
Hearing this, Ling Chen appeared to have gained so enlightennt and nodded.
After talking with He Ziyun at Qingyun Martial Arts Hall until late into the night, Ling Chen saw that it was getting late, so he bid his farewell and returned to Wealthy Manor.
The next morning.
Ling Chen dropped Nanrong Wanqing off at the headquarters of Hongyu Group, intending to go rest in the security departnt, but he received a call from Jiang Yunkai saying that Bai Huanjun had woken up and asked him to visit the hospital.
He arrived at the hospital by nine o’clock in the morning.
In the intensive care ward, Ling Chen saw Bai Huanjun, who was resting in bed. Since last night, Jiang Yunkai had been keeping vigil in the ward non-stop to prevent Bai Huanjun from escaping.
Looking at Bai Huanjun, whose body was wrapped in bandages, Ling Chen asked, "You wanted to see ?"
"Thank you for saving my life." Bai Huanjun was still very weak and spoke feebly.
Ling Chen casually moved a chair to sit by the window, waving his hand, he said, "Don’t be in a hurry to thank yet. I’m still considering whether to hand you over to the police."
"No!" Bai Huanjun’s face changed slightly. Now, with his serious injuries, if he fell into the hands of the police, he probably would spend the rest of his life in prison.
Ling Chen... no, Mr. Ling, please be a good Samaritan to the end, please don’t call the police. As long as you can set free, I’ll agree to any of your conditions," Bai Huanjun begged earnestly.
"Really?" Ling Chen said with a smile that was not quite a smile: "What if I let you go and then you turn around to kill , wouldn’t I be at a great loss? Besides, do I look like a good person to you?"
"This..." Bai Huanjun was montarily at a loss for words, not knowing how to respond.
Ling Chen grinned, picked up an apple, took a bite, and while chewing said, "You’re an assassin, and assassins are all about money. How about this, from now on, you work for . I can’t promise you much in the short term, but at the very least you won’t have to worry about food and clothing. If everything goes smoothly, once we grow and beco strong, not to ntion seven million US dollars, even ten million dollars will not be an issue."
Ling Chen tried to persuade him, "Really, what’s so good about being an assassin? You’re always living on the edge of life and death, never knowing when you’ll bite the dust. It’s better to be down-to-earth as a person. It’s pointless to make money if you don’t live to spend it. You’re capable, and as long as you’re willing to follow , I’ll make sure it’s worth your while. What do you say?"
Hearing this, Bai Huanjun hesitated for a mont, bowing his head in deep thought and saying nothing.
Jiang Yunkai chid in, "Don’t forget who saved your life. One should appreciate kindness and repay favors. If you’re an ungrateful and heartless person, then just disregard what we’ve said."
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