Ji Gang!
Ling Chen’s pupils shrank, and he couldn’t help but retreat. Facing a master from the Heavenly List, such a reaction was not shaful. Ling Chen knew well that he was vastly inferior to the old man before him. If he fought against him, he would undoubtedly die.
Still a step too late!
I should have fled earlier, but still, this old fellow caught .
"You really don’t know what’s good for you," Ji Gang said coldly. "I spared your life, and yet you dare co here to cause trouble."
"Elder Ji, right," Ling Chen said while looking at Ji Gang. "I can’t understand, why would a distinguished expert from the Heavenly List join the God Organization and assist tyrants in their oppression? Didn’t your Master teach you that martial artists should follow the righteous path?"
"The righteous path?" Ji Gang scoffed dismissively and said, "What is the righteous path, and what is the path of evil—it’s not for you to define. As long as I have enough power, the path of evil can beco the righteous path. Kid, I’m over sixty years your senior; it’s not your place to lecture . Opposing is a death wish!"
At the utterance of the word ’death,’ Ling Chen imdiately felt an overwhelming presence rush towards him. Even before moving, the force was already exerted. Feeling the pressure emanating from Ji Gang, Ling Chen’s throat felt as if it were being strangled, breathing beca difficult, and his entire bearing was completely suppressed, unable to lift his head.
Of the thirty-six stratagems, retreating is the best.
Flee!
If I don’t flee now, I really will lose my life here.
Choosing his direction carefully, Ling Chen didn’t hesitate—he imdiately started sprinting with all his might.
"Trying to escape?" Watching Ling Chen’s retreating figure, Ji Gang let out a sneer, lightly tapped his toes, and chased after him with lightning speed.
After a frantic rush of several dozen ters, Ling Chen was getting closer and closer to that cargo ship.
Almost there!
Hope was within reach, and Ling Chen’s eyes glead brighter. The docks offered no ans of escape except the sea. Once in the water, under the cover of the dark night, the other party wouldn’t be able to find him.
However, just when Ling Chen was less than five ters away from the water, a strong gust of wind suddenly swept towards him from behind. Ling Chen’s heart sank. He didn’t need to look back to know who it was. In that mont, he clenched his teeth and gathered all his strength into his legs, shooting forward at his top speed.
But even though he was fast, Ji Gang was faster.
Three ters... Two ters... As the distance closed, Ling Chen leaped into the air, arms raised high, fingers joined together, plunging straight towards the water. But at that mont, a powerful force brutally struck his back, and the potent Inner Strength penetrated his skin, instantly spreading throughout his body.
Pff!
A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out, and Ling Chen lost consciousness, plumting into the pitch-black sea. Accompanied by a splash, Ling Chen’s figure imdiately disappeared.
...
Hotel.
In room 302, Su i was holding a teacup, her brow furrowed with worry as she sat restlessly, waiting for news of Ling Chen.
Knock knock knock!
At that mont, a crisp knocking on the door could be heard. Su i quickly got up and walked to the door, opening it.
"Ling..." Before she could finish, Su i swallowed back her words and instead said, "You’ve finally arrived."
"Pavilion Master, we apologize for our tardiness," Song Ge said with remorse.
"It’s okay, didn’t you say you were attacked on the way? How is everything?"
"Not too bad, we didn’t suffer heavy losses. Pavilion Master, we should escort you away first."
Su i nodded and asked, "Do you have any news about Ling Chen?"
"Elder Zhou just made contact with Heavenly chanism Pavilion. They have escaped safely, but as for Ling Chen... there is still no news of him, and Elder Zhou didn’t elaborate."
Hearing this, a gleam appeared in Su i’s beautiful eyes, and the worry in them diminished significantly. Zhou Qi and the others being rescued ant that Ling Chen’s operation was successful. Since Zhou Qi was alright, Ling Chen should have also escaped unhard.
"Let’s go, let’s et up with Elder Zhou and the others first."
"Yes, Pavilion Master."
...
Ling Chen didn’t know how long had passed when he groggily opened his eyes, struggling to sit up. However, as soon as he moved, a wave of severe pain swept through his entire body, causing him to involuntarily moan.
Damn it!
His limbs wouldn’t obey him.
Ling Chen vaguely rembered being hit hard by Ji Gang as he fell into the sea. But the fact he could still feel pain now ant that he had survived.
Where is this?
He struggled to turn his neck, surveying his surroundings. He found himself lying on a crude wooden bed, surrounded by mud walls cracking in many places as if they would collapse at any mont.
The roof above was covered with thick layers of thatch, and many dried small fishes were hanging from the beams, filling the hut with a pungent fishy sll.
Through the walls, Ling Chen could faintly hear the sound of waves crashing. If he wasn’t mistaken, he must be by the sea, and the owner of this house was possibly a fisherman.
As he pondered, a person walked into the cabin, an old man around seventy or eighty years old, with a gaunt face and a slender figure, wearing a conical hat, carrying a basket of fish in his left hand. Through the gaps in the basket, more than ten fresh fish could be seen.
Perhaps sensing Ling Chen’s gaze, the old man turned his head and said indifferently, "You’ve finally woken up."
"Old man, how long have I been unconscious?"
"Two days," the old man replied. "Two days ago, while I was out fishing, I found you lying on the beach, so I rescued you. You’re lucky to still be breathing; otherwise, not even a deity could have saved you."
"Thank you!" Ling Chen expressed his gratitude. If it weren’t for this old man, his life would have been long gone.
"Old man, do you have a telephone here? I want to make a call to a friend."
The old man gestured towards the room’s furnishings and counterquestioned, "Do you think I have such a thing?"
Ling Chen took a quick glance and realized that the room really didn’t have any electrical appliances, not even a lamp; the lighting was done with old-fashioned kerosene lamps.
"Old man, if you don’t have one, could you help borrow one from soone else?" Ling Chen asked, not giving up hope.
The old man shook his head and said, "I’m the only one living in this place, there are no outsiders, and I don’t wish to interact with outsiders. You better just stay here peacefully until your injuries heal, then you can leave on your own."
Ling Chen felt helpless and pleaded, "Old man, I really have an urgent matter. Please help , I’ll be sure to repay you generously after this is all settled."
"Forget it, I have no interest in your gratitude," the old man paused, and before Ling Chen could say anything more, he continued, "Your injuries are very serious. You can’t leave bed for five days, and even if you contact your friends, you’ll still have to stay here for five days."
Saying that, the old man walked over to an old wooden table, pulled out several bottles and jars from underneath, then took out a porcelain bowl, poured contents from the bottles and jars, mixing them together.
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