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Lin Feng's hand and half of his face were severed by Chen Anlin's strike. He never imagined that his meticulous plans to deal with Chen Anlin would lead to such a gruesome end for himself.
"Ding! The Child of Fortune Lin Feng has died, fortune points acquired."
Chen Anlin smirked; this Child of Fortune was indeed a burden, providing him with fortune points. Shaking his head, he decided not to linger. Utilizing the technique of Carefree Movement, he swiftly maneuvered left and right, quickly making his escape from the scene.
"Chase him! We must chase him, or we'll all face retaliation!" Mo Lin shouted in frustration.
Everyone frowned, their faces filled with anger. They all understood the price of letting Chen Anlin escape. It was easy to imagine that once he returned to the palace and faced the Empress, they would be met with endless retribution.
"It seems we need to seal off this area," a member of the City Lord's Mansion said solemnly.
"What are you all standing around for? Go seal it off!" Mo Lin barked.
A group of people from the City Lord's Mansion hesitated for a moment, suppressing their fury. This time, they had suffered significant losses. Not only had they lost a large number of personnel, but even the young lady had died. They feared that upon returning, they would face punishment from the City Lord.
Chen Anlin had no idea how long he had been flying.
He only knew that with the last of his strength, after flying out of the underwater ruins, he took to the skies on his sword at the fastest speed. Then, he plunged back into the water.
Once submerged, he quickly suppressed his breath. It wasn't until Bai Yu Xianzi said that there were no pursuers behind him that he finally let out a sigh of relief!
However, this moment of relaxation made him acutely aware of his body's weakness. The backlash from the Blood Strength Pill was setting in. For the next month, he would be completely incapacitated; let alone fighting, even an ordinary sixth or seventh rank martial artist could easily kill him.
Coughing softly, he thought to himself how fortunate it was that Bai Yu Xianzi was still by his side. At first, she had been forced by him, but later on, he had done everything he could to find blood pills and herbs to restore her soul power.
Lost in these thoughts, Chen Anlin gradually slipped into a state of unconsciousness.
Bai Yu Xianzi, controlling her soul power, guided Chen Anlin along the river. She had no idea how long they had been drifting.
It was exhausting; she hadn't expected that controlling a person would be so taxing. The soul power she had worked hard to recover was now reduced by more than a third.
Bai Yu Xianzi grumbled but still did her utmost to ensure that Chen Anlin wouldn’t drown here.
Before long, she finally spotted a riverbank. There were numerous footprints on the shore, clearly indicating that people frequently passed through this area.
"Chen Anlin, I can only do so much for you," Bai Yu Xianzi thought to herself. "I hope we encounter someone soon." With that thought, she sank into her spatial ring.
She examined the celestial pill she had previously obtained and nodded slightly: "I wasn't mistaken; it really is this thing!"
Just then, a convoy appeared not far from the gently flowing riverbank.
"Miss, up ahead is a branch of the Zhao River. Let's take a break here and let the horses drink some water," one of the convoy members suggested.
This convoy seemed to be a security escort. On top of the leading carriage fluttered a large flag with two bold characters written on it: Iron Mountain!
The name of this escort agency was indeed Iron Mountain Escort Agency.
On a white steed, a woman dressed in black attire slightly nodded at him. "Let’s take a break here for a moment. In recent days, many skilled fighters have been heading to Zhao Prefecture; we must remain extremely vigilant."
"Miss, don’t worry. I heard that group of experts has already entered that so-called ruin today. They’re all busy fighting over treasures; they won’t pay us any mind, right?"
"Exactly."
"Hey, Miss, it seems there’s someone by the river who has drowned." A person leading a horse to drink water pointed in shock at the riverbank.
"Let’s see if they’re dead. If so, we’ll bury them," Fan Lingxue sighed.
"This world is truly getting harder and harder. Every time we travel, we see dead bodies along the way."
"Yes, Miss."
Chen Anlin didn’t know how long he had been unconscious. He only remembered that before losing consciousness, he had stored all his treasures from the storage bag into the Fortune Immortal Bottle.
In his dazed state, he heard voices nearby.
"Miss, looking at this person’s attire, it’s tattered and worn, but the fabric seems quite exquisite. They must be from a fallen noble family."
The term "fallen noble" refers to families that once thrived but have now fallen into decline.
Chen Anlin was stunned. A fallen noble??? If they knew who he really was, it would scare them to death.
However, he realized why others might misunderstand him. During the battle, his clothes had indeed been torn to shreds. After being swept away by the water for such a long distance, his garments looked even worse. Moreover, he had no storage bag or any possessions on him; being utterly broke made it entirely reasonable for others to think he was a destitute fallen noble.
"Let him rest. When he wakes up, we can ask where he came from," the woman said calmly.
At that moment, Chen Anlin had already gotten down from the carriage.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting a gentle light over the sparse stars, while the world below remained shrouded in darkness.
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