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"Don't let him go."
Zhou Yu and the other three turned pale upon seeing a large group of black-clad men, and they rushed forward with their swords drawn.
"Wang Yi, you will not leave today. Return my brother's life!" Lin Wanfeng shouted fiercely as he swung his sword, realizing that Wang Yi was hanging by a thread.
A Black-Clad Man sent the defenseless Wang Yi flying with a single palm strike, deflecting Lin Wanfeng's attack with an inverted blade.
"Run."
Wang Yi stumbled and dashed away, not looking back as he headed deeper into the Deep Forest.
Zhou Yu and the others were anxious, but the strength of the black-clad men was overwhelming, making it impossible for them to break through. They could only watch helplessly as Wang Yi escaped.
"Zhou Yan, Zhao Ren, wait for me. The day I return will be the day your clan is destroyed."
Wang Yi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth fiercely.
A government road was embedded between two towering mountains, where dozens of horse-drawn carriages formed a caravan. From a distance, it looked like a Long Dragon; the carriages were loaded with mountain goods, fabrics, and large boxes painted red. As the caravan moved, it left deep wheel marks on the ground, quite conspicuous.
On both sides of the caravan stood Azure-Clad Warriors, each with a knife embroidered on their sleeves. In the middle of the caravan was a Crimson Carriage, topped with a Red Flag depicting a large knife. The blazing sun shone down on it, reflecting dazzling red rays.
In front of the carriage rode an old man and a young man, both on thousand-pound horses.
The older man was in his fifties, wearing a black coat and carrying a golden saber at his waist. He had a broad face with thick eyebrows and a beard that covered his chin. His eyes were not large but very bright, exuding a strong aura that made others hesitant to look directly at him. The younger man was in his twenties, fit and fair-skinned, quite handsome, also carrying a golden saber at his waist.
At that moment, the Black-Clad Elder raised his whip and called out while turning back to ask, "Jun'er, has that young man woken up yet?"
"Father, he is severely injured and has lost too much blood. His Vital Energy is nearly depleted; he is utterly exhausted. Although we have given him high-quality pills for treatment, I fear he won't wake up anytime soon," the White-Clad Youth replied respectfully. He knew that the person in the carriage had originally been unconscious in the wilderness, on the brink of death from blood loss. If not for his father's intervention, he would likely have already perished.
The Black-Clad Elder pondered for a moment before nodding and saying, "This person is gravely injured and needs proper rest; we must not disturb him."
The White-Clad Youth responded affirmatively and glanced at the carriage before quietly asking, "Father, judging by his injuries, it seems he was pursued by enemies. If we save him, will it cause us any trouble?"
"People we have already saved, it makes no difference; just take good care of him." The Black-Clad Elder pondered for a moment and said, "Jun'er, send a few disciples to check behind us to see if there are any suspicious individuals following."
The White-Clad Youth cupped his hands in response and immediately dispatched two agile men to keep watch at the rear.
Before long, the caravan exited the mountains, and after about an incense stick's worth of time, a small town appeared on the horizon.
The Black-Clad Elder waved his hand, and the convoy entered the town, arriving at a larger courtyard in the center.
Then, the White-Clad Youth instructed the two men to lift the person from the carriage. They saw that this person had well-defined features but looked extremely pale, devoid of color. His eyes were tightly squinted as if enduring the torment of a knife mountain and Fire Sea.
Morning.
"Ha."
A faint and labored gasp came from a room in the back courtyard.
"Where is this?"
This was Wang Yi's first question upon waking up.
"Ah!"
At the moment he sat up, before he could observe his surroundings, Wang Yi felt as if thousands of ants were biting him all over. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and with a thud, he fell back onto the bed.
"It seems I am not dead yet." Wang Yi lay weakly on the bed, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth as he murmured.
"Although you are not dead, your condition from two days ago was almost indistinguishable from death."
Just then, a powerful voice came from outside the door. Two figures entered: one was a Black-Bearded Elder and the other was the White-Clad Youth.
"Did you save me?" Upon hearing this, Wang Yi's nerves immediately tensed. At this moment, he had no Primordial Energy left and was no different from a useless person. If these newcomers had any ill intentions toward him, it would be dire.
Wang Yi Although he had no Primordial Energy, his Soul Power was incredibly strong. With a sweep, he discovered that the Black-Bearded Elder was merely a second-tier warrior of the Yuan Realm, and the young man was even weaker, just having entered the Earth Spirit Realm. Thus, his worries were significantly reduced.
Wang Yi's realm was much higher than that of Yang Gang and his son, so after being probed by Wang Yi's soul, they were completely unaware and did not notice anything.
"Not bad, young man, you are seriously injured. I won't pry into the reasons. First, drink this Yuan Sheng Soup; it might help your body," the Black-Bearded Elder laughed heartily and waved his hand. "Jun'er, bring him the Yuan Sheng Soup!"
"I am called Yang Jun, and this is my father Yang Gang," said the young man named Yang Jun, as he handed the Yuan Sheng Soup to Wang Yi.
"Ziwang Meng is rude; I hope Senior Yang will forgive me," Wang Yi said with a cupped fist as he accepted the Yuan Sheng Soup and drank it all in one go.
"You should rest for now and heal your injuries," Yang Gang said happily upon seeing Wang Yi finish the soup in one gulp, laughing heartily.
"By the way, may I ask where this place is?" Wang Yi inquired. Recalling being chased by Zhou Yu and others, he only remembered running frantically without knowing how long it had been until he collapsed in the Deep Forest. Perhaps this father and son had saved him; if so, it seemed that Zhou Yu and others had not pursued him.
"This place is Yuncheng, part of the Zhen Nan Prefecture," replied Yang Jun.
"Yuncheng? Zhen Nan Prefecture?" Wang Yi did not expect to have left Xiangzhou Prefecture and arrived at Zhen Nan Prefecture. His heart relaxed considerably. The Zhen Nan Prefecture was one of the top three large prefectures in the Song Kingdom, located on the border of the kingdom. Its strategic importance was evident, guarded by Zhen Nan Wang Zhao Hong. Therefore, even if the forces of Zhou Yu were great, they had not reached a point where they could cover everything.
With this thought, Wang Yi felt completely at ease; now he only needed to recuperate and regain his strength.
"Zhou Yan, Zhao Ren, Su Zhe, Lin Yu, wait for me. The day I ascend to the Mysterious Realm will be your day of annihilation," Wang Yi clenched his fists tightly, a flash of killing intent in his eyes as he gritted his teeth in hatred.
His next goal was to break through to the Mysterious Realm as soon as possible.
"Alright, Jun'er, Brother Wang Meng, you still need to rest. Let's leave for now," said Yang Gang, looking at Wang Yi. "This place is the Golden Blade Merchant Association. The night creatures do not dare to disturb us here; you can rest assured."
"Thank you," replied Wang Yi, cupping his hands in gratitude.
Watching the father and son leave the room, Wang Yi took a deep breath, adjusted himself slightly, and began to check his body's specific injuries.
His mind focused inwardly, settling into a tranquil state at his Dantian.
Wang Yi was injured in the ribs by Lin Yu, but he had already repaired it with the help of beads. Recently, Yang Gang and his son had been taking great care of him, ensuring that his internal organs were not severely affected. However, his meridians were exceptionally fragile. At this moment, Wang Yi appeared no different from an ordinary person.
After a brief pause, Wang Yi took out several Medium-Grade Origin Stones from his Storage Bag and arranged them neatly around him. He began to operate his Dantian to see if he could absorb Vital Energy.
"It works." Wang Yi felt a very thin strand of Vital Energy being absorbed into his Dantian, and he was overjoyed.
Thus, he began to absorb it frantically, filling his spacious Dantian. However, due to the fragility of his meridians, the amount of Vital Energy he could accommodate remained extremely limited. As a result, these Yuan Stones only allowed him to recover to the fourth level of the Transcendence Realm.
"Ha."
He exhaled deeply and woke up from his cultivation, discovering that the originally vibrant Yuan Stones had turned to dust.
"My body has just recovered; my meridians are too weak. I cannot rush this; I must proceed gradually to stabilize my realm," Wang Yi thought for a moment and decided not to hastily restore his strength. If he continued to absorb Vital Energy, his meridians would surely burst, and there would be no way back.
Moreover, even if he were to fully restore his strength, he could not violate the ironclad rule of not engaging in combat for half a month due to the aftereffects of the Weeping Blood Technique.
Wang Yi stretched his waist and felt a surge of power throughout his body. He leaped up and landed on the ground, pushing open the door. What greeted him was a courtyard over ten zhang large, with a fresh environment and fragrant air—truly an excellent place for recuperation.
Wang Yi's figure spread out like a great roc taking flight. He rotated his right fist lightly and thrust it into the air, producing a thunderous sound as the air exploded.
This was the result of Wang Yi's actions without using any Vital Energy.
With this ability, Wang Yi could be considered quite skilled among ordinary people, possessing some self-defense capability.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
His punches moved slowly but flowed smoothly like clouds and water—one punch after another, one palm after another—with a very distinct rhythm and no sense of stagnation. Each punch produced a sound as it struck the air.
For a time, the courtyard was filled with the sounds of punching winds and exploding air.
At that moment, the speed of the punches suddenly accelerated, and the force of the punches became fierce. The clear fists transformed into shadows of fists, moving so fast it was unbelievable, as if lightning struck down in the courtyard.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The punches were fierce, delivered with clean and decisive speed, perfectly timed in every corner. Each punch gathered all of Wang Yi's strength, making them extraordinarily powerful.
Three hours later.
Wang Yi was drenched in sweat, his face flushed, his clothes soaked through with perspiration, and his pants were stained with water, emitting wisps of steam.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
At that moment, a crisp sound of applause rang out. Wang Yi looked up to see Yang Jun standing under the eaves with a smile on his face, watching him.
"Transcendence Realm Fourth Level?" Yang Jun stared at Wang Yi in surprise and said, "Could it be that Brother Wang was originally a martial artist? Otherwise, you wouldn't have cultivated so quickly."
"That's right, Brother Yang. I was originally a martial artist, but due to certain reasons, my cultivation declined to this state," Wang Yi replied with a bitter smile.
"I see. However, Brother Wang, you can rest assured here in Yuncheng; no one dares to oppose my Golden Blade Merchant Association," Yang Jun's words revealed a strong confidence, resembling a proud lion declaring its territory.
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