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Chapter 123: Promotion Form (Part 2)
Wei Yuan pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot fiercely towards the Black-Clad Man. Due to the angle at which they faced each other, the bullet veered slightly and only hit his foot.
The bullet struck his foot, hindering his mad dash towards Wei Yuan. However, due to his inherent momentum, after being shot, the Black-Clad Man lunged towards Wei Yuan.
With his lower body unable to exert any force, Wei Yuan simply leaned forward and headbutted the man's chest, reminiscent of Zidane's famous header. This caused him to fall backward.
The bearded man caught him, and at that moment, the people summoned by Yuan Ziyi arrived in their convoy, their horns blaring loudly as they approached.
Since earlier, the distant sound of horns had been effective. Although they were aware there was still some distance to cover, the three of them had no idea how many people their opponents had. In a moment of panic, they realized they needed to escape as quickly as possible.
"I'm sorry, this time it was truly an accidental discharge."
At this moment, the shooter, Wei Yuan, once again rubbed salt into the wound of the Black-Clad Man. Originally, the Black-Clad Man had prepared to end Wei Yuan's life with a cool demeanor as a killer. However, the positions of both parties had reversed; now it was Wei Yuan who repeated that phrase.
Moreover, this time the Transparent Substance, also known as Repairing Source Power, had been completely absorbed by Wei Yuan's body. Therefore, the bullet was no longer blocked and struck the Black-Clad Man's thigh, instantly incapacitating him.
"Let me go! I want to kill this bastard!"
Clearly, Wei Yuan spoke with a tone of triumph that echoed his previous words, filled with mockery and disdain. At that moment, he seemed to understand why the man harbored such deep resentment towards him. The killer's identity inherently made him someone who held himself in high regard. This time not only did he fail to eliminate his target but was also toyed with in such a manner.
One could imagine how it felt for someone whose profession revolved around killing to be toyed with; for their fragile self-esteem, what Wei Yuan did was akin to a betrayal in a romantic relationship. The emotional damage inflicted was comparable. It was undeniable that trained killers who could turn their bodies into weapons were mentally strong. However, when they broke down, they became incredibly vulnerable.
The Black-Clad Man, who had always toyed with his targets at will, found himself on the receiving end for the first time. What Wei Yuan did shattered his confidence completely. At that moment, Wei Yuan realized just how fragile yet resilient the hearts of those flashy killers could be.
"Kill your sister! If you want to die, that's your business; don't drag me into it!"
The bearded man simply threw him over his shoulder. With the gunshot wound in his foot rendering him incapable of struggling, he could only allow himself to be taken away by those two experts who emerged from the truck as if they were abducting a bride.
"These guys from Purple Robe Pavilion are as efficient as cops in Hong Kong films; they only show up after everything is done."
Initially, when Wei Yuan heard the sound of horns approaching, he hoped for reinforcements. However, these guys were playing psychological warfare; before their convoy even got close, they all honked their horns. Still, having more than five vehicles honking simultaneously was quite impressive and served at least some purpose in intimidating them.
In Jinghai City at midnight, it's common to hear more than five cars honking together during wedding processions; thus, most bystanders merely assumed it was a wedding convoy.
Ultimately though, he managed to handle things himself with fists and feet. Although the decisive factor remained that handgun, this encounter brought about significant gains under intense survival instincts combined with continuous trauma to his mind. The Mist-like Space in his mind seemed to activate spontaneously during this life-and-death crisis.
The Light Ink-Colored Mist overflowed from his mind's Mist-like Space, instantly blocking the barrel of the Black-Clad Man's gun. The principle behind this was repairing the fired bullet; it was precisely this that saved his life.
At that moment, a phone call from Yuan Ziyi reached the convoy. While it didn't play a decisive role, at least their leader had some intelligence and understood how to use horn sounds for intimidation. Ultimately, they managed to scare off those three individuals before them.
The Big Beard pinned the Black-Clad Man under his arm, and then the two of them quickly escaped while holding him, getting into the truck and turning around to flee. At this moment, even if Yuan Ziyi's people intended to beat a drowning dog, they had to consider the truck's formidable power, and besides, their elder sister had not yet been found; they had no time for that.
Wei Yuan lay on the ground with half his body propped up, slightly raising his head and aiming the gun at their escape route. He fired twice, but unfortunately, without formal training, he couldn't hit anyone. However, if he had actually managed to injure two of them, it would have been troublesome to deal with. What he really wanted to know was who was behind the scenes directing them.
"Damn it, finally gone..."
Only after confirming that they had left did Wei Yuan's facade completely fall away. In fact, he was already exhausted; if it weren't for that bit of mental willpower sustaining him, he wouldn't have made it this far.
At this moment, Wei Yuan finally let out a sigh of relief. The human spirit is quite strange; just moments ago, in a life-or-death situation, he could muster all his strength to resist. But once the opponents fled, Wei Yuan realized he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
His eyelids were heavy, and even his breathing slowed down. Yet his mood was surprisingly calm and detached. After narrowly escaping death, he had already forgotten everything else—he didn't think about where those three people came from or why the Black-Clad Man's knife skills were similar to those of the previous Viper Man.
He didn't want to think about the intricate connections and conspiracies; all he wanted was a good sleep. After such a fight, he was already physically and mentally exhausted. He didn't care about the dirty mud on the road; he calmly tore off a piece of his suit sleeve that had been cut during the fight and used it as a pillow under his head. Just like that, he fell into a peaceful sleep.
However, while he slept soundly, Yuan Ziyi, peering through the window, mistakenly thought he had fainted and hurriedly pushed open the door of the Wooden House and rushed out.
At that moment, her face was streaked with hot tears as she looked at Wei Yuan. Her tears were filled with emotion—simple gratitude—but on a deeper level, every woman likes to have a man stand up like a brave knight to protect her in times of danger.
And Wei Yuan inadvertently played this role. Everything became chaotic; originally unflappable like a mountain in front of her, Yuan Ziyi's psychological resilience rivaled that of any man. Yet she was still a woman at heart. When she saw a man risking his life to protect her, how could her heart not race?
"Why are you so foolish? You could have run," Yuan Ziyi crouched beside Wei Yuan, not waking him but gently propping him up and using her thigh as a *human pillow* for him to rest on.
Earlier when Wei Yuan had her step on his shoulder to jump over the Wooden House, Yuan Ziyi felt that escaping through the front door would be even more dangerous. Thus, embracing the idea that the most dangerous place is often the safest one, she hid in the chicken coop of the Wooden House.
Who would have thought that the usually proud Yuan Ziyi, who carried herself like a queen, would end up hiding in a chicken coop? Perhaps when it comes to survival, all notions of nobility become irrelevant.
However, because she was hiding in the chicken coop, she could clearly see what was happening outside through that window. She witnessed how Wei Yuan displayed incredible prowess against three burly men alone. She saw how he fought through injuries and endured immense pain—all for her protection.
"You live, I will repay you; you die, I will avenge you."
This was an accurate reflection of Yuan Ziyi's feelings at that moment. She was indeed grateful to Wei Yuan, but she remained a rational woman who governed her actions with logic. She wouldn’t act like those female protagonists in movies who recklessly rush out shouting: "You want me; let him go."
She wouldn't do this because she knew very well that it was a foolish approach, merely a futile effort. In her heart, she prayed that Wei Yuan could escape this calamity. She hoped for a chance to repay him, even though she was still unclear about Wei Yuan's specific motives for acting this way.
Their target was not Wei Yuan at all. If Wei Yuan took the opportunity to run away, it was obvious that those three people would only send the Black-Clad Man to pursue him, while the other two would immediately abandon the chase and turn to search for Yuan Ziyi's location, putting her in danger.
"The reason you are doing this is simply because you hope I will become your ally in revenge. You are being driven by the desire for vengeance, aren't you?"
At that moment, Wei Yuan had already fallen asleep. Yet, as Yuan Ziyi held him in her arms, she couldn't escape this thought. She began to ask and answer herself: "Maybe that's just how it is? You, like me, are living too exhaustingly."
When the people under Yuan Ziyi arrived at the scene, they saw her holding a man in her arms, and there were clearly tear stains on her face along with a look of confusion.
One could imagine how far this image was from their impression of their elder sister. The noble and wise goddess they remembered had suddenly transformed into someone with a daughter-like demeanor. Who was this boy she held that could conquer such a woman?
"Elder sister, we have arrived," said the middle-aged man leading the group.
His voice was weak, seemingly afraid of disturbing Yuan Ziyi's emotions because this appearance of hers was indeed rare. Yuan Ziyi coldly replied, "Zhang Shu, if you had come any later, you might as well have come to collect a corpse."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man spoke cautiously, "Elder sister, as soon as I received your call, I gathered everyone without delaying for even a second."
Yuan Ziyi fell silent upon hearing this. In fact, she was overwhelmed by a mix of complex emotions that led her feelings to overpower her rationality at that moment. But soon she reacted and slowly withdrew her long and smooth thigh from where Wei Yuan rested his head, gently supporting his head with her hand.
Earlier, she had been wearing a dress-style evening gown, but in order to facilitate their escape, she had forced Wei Yuan to tear off the hem of the skirt. Now her long and beautiful legs were exposed to the air. The disciples of the Purple Robe Pavilion initially stole glances at her from the corners of their eyes, but when Yuan Ziyi fully raised her head, they immediately shifted their gazes away.
Clearly, these people were very afraid of her. Although it is important for a leader to instill fear in their subordinates, this very reason made it difficult for Yuan Ziyi to find someone to confide in when she faced troubles.
Despite getting along very well with those socialites and noblewomen, as soon as this cunning woman showed even a hint of helplessness in front of others, those seemingly noble ladies would immediately spread gossip like busybodies.
Yuan Ziyi sighed inwardly at this thought and then slowly said, "Just now this gentleman risked his life to save me. Please carefully lift him up; remember to be gentle with his limbs."
The man whom she referred to as uncle saw Yuan Ziyi slowly stand up and quickly supported Wei Yuan's body. He signaled to two others nearby who hurriedly came forward to help lift Wei Yuan. One person cautiously carried him on his back while the middle-aged man quickly picked up a cloak to drape over Yuan Ziyi's shoulders.
"Fortunately, I'm smart; only such tasks can win the elder sister's favor."
When Wei Yuan's body, weighing over a hundred pounds, was pressed against the back of the boy carrying him, the boy felt a bit strained but was sweetly satisfied inside. He understood that a man whom the elder sister cared for so much must not be simple; it could very well be this icy beauty of a man. Therefore, he knew how to treat Wei Yuan with the appropriate respect.
Meanwhile, Wei Yuan had fallen into a deep sleep on the boy's back. Earlier, he had been sustained by sheer willpower, but now that the three troublemakers had fled, Wei Yuan sighed in relief. Coupled with his injuries and the chaotic state of the Mist-like Space, his mind fell into a blank state, and he slept as if for a century.
He had no idea where he had been taken; all that remained in his consciousness was a vague sense of being carried by the boy to a vehicle and then sitting next to Yuan Ziyi. After getting into a car and stopping in a villa area, he was carried out again by the boy. In his last moment of awareness, he felt himself lying on a soft and comfortable bed filled with a peculiar fragrance before completely losing consciousness.
This state resembled being drunk; although he retained a faint perception of everything around him, gradually that perception began to fade away as he slipped into deep sleep. It wasn't long before Wei Yuan started to slowly awaken.
When someone is in deep sleep, they have no concept of time. However, for the person attending to him, time was quite difficult to endure. After dismissing her subordinates, Yuan Ziyi decisively moved her savior into her bedroom and onto her bed.
Of course, calling for a doctor seemed unnecessary; who could compare to the medical skills passed down through thousands of years at the Purple Robe Pavilion? Thus, Yuan Ziyi personally checked Wei Yuan's pulse. From what she felt, it was steady with no signs of distress; there should be no issues. She placed her hand on his forehead and noticed some signs of fever.
Traditional Chinese medicine also emphasizes examining the patient's tongue. Following convention, Yuan Ziyi opened Wei Yuan's mouth and pulled out his tongue for inspection. Surprisingly, even though he was asleep, his tongue kept writhing as if it were playfully kissing her fingers—quite an amusing sight.
However, Yuan Ziyi didn't resist much; she simply pushed his tongue back in and lifted his shirt. The expensive suit and shirt were completely ruined. Seeing his upper body covered in bruises and swelling made her heart ache. She took some Medicinal Wine to clean him up, used Acupuncture on him, and fed him some medicine.
But after an entire night passed, Wei Yuan still did not wake up. Consequently, that evening Yuan Ziyi found herself at a disadvantage. Being someone who valued cleanliness herself, she expected others to be clean as well. So while Wei Yuan remained in deep sleep, she had to take on the role of helping him wash up.
"Where am I?"
At this moment, a faint fragrance filled his nostrils as Wei Yuan finally woke up. His body still felt fatigued; however, his consciousness was now aware of his surroundings—perhaps due to the effects of the medicine and Acupuncture administered by Yuan Ziyi.
When Wei Yuan sensed that Yuan Ziyi was wringing out a towel to help clean him up, he felt something strange within himself. He should have felt pleasure and excitement; after all, here was such a strong-willed woman serving him like a gentle and virtuous wife.
Given this contrast, Wei Yuan's psyche should have been thrilled—like a man facing a woman who made him feel inferior while she seemed to have him completely under her control. Naturally, one would think: if given the chance, I would definitely take advantage of you.
So when the opportunity arose, Wei Yuan should have felt immense pleasure. However, when her hands glided over his body with the towel and her hair brushed against him unintentionally, he should have started trembling slightly as blood rushed to certain parts of his body.
That would be a normal man's reaction; yet at this moment, he felt nothing at all—not even a hint of response—as if the body lying on the bed wasn't his own. His mind seemed devoid of any sense of existence.
But at that moment, he distinctly sensed changes occurring within his mind's Mist-like Space. The previously strong survival instinct combined with continuous brain trauma caused Mist-like Space to spontaneously emit Repairing Source Power to block the Black-Clad Man's gunfire. After all this happened, he fell into slumber again—specifically into a semi-comatose state.
However, during this time he felt that following those changes in his mind, the Silver-gray Mist began to vanish entirely—completely gone—leaving only Light Ink-Colored Mist behind. Moreover, any two or more Dark Ink-colored Mist would completely merge upon contact.
During the last repair of Jade, Wei Yuan had already attempted to combine two or more Dark Ink-colored Mist together; finally achieving success in this experiment proved that two or more Dark Ink-colored Mist could indeed yield effects greater than double.
But that was a deliberate act of adventure by Wei Yuan. However, this time everything felt so natural. In the realm of mental consciousness, the strong survival instinct combined with the brain being continuously harmed in an instant led to the spontaneous synthesis effect of Repairing Source Power.
"What effect will the fusion of these Dark Ink-colored Mist produce? An upgraded form?"
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