When Lin Feng was blasted into the ground, Chen Qing’s brows furrowed, irritation and confusion flickering in her sharp gaze.
Her granddaughter’s panicked reaction only deepened her displeasure.
Why does this girl care so much about that brat?
She exhaled sharply, recalling the first ti she laid eyes on Lin Feng—the mont she noticed the distinct mark of the Spiritual Beast Race on him.
This boy’s identity is a mystery.
If he were just so naless brat from Raincloud Village, she wouldn’t have given him a second glance. Soone like that would be unworthy of her granddaughter.
But the more she looked into his past, the more inconsistencies she found.
Lin Feng had left the Blackwood Forest alone. No clan, no faction, no backing. That could only an one of two things.
Either he had been banished from his clan, or he had never belonged to one in the first place.
The second option was far more troubling.
A child growing up alone in the Blackwood Forest?
Impossible.
The region teed with vicious spirit beasts, deadly plants, and treacherous terrain. Even experienced cultivators struggled to traverse it.
Survival without external aid should have been inconceivable.
That left her with only two plausible explanations.
The first: Lin Feng had sohow earned the favor of the Blackwood Ruler—the supre beast that governed the forest.
If that were the case, the ruler must have protected and nurtured him, making him more than just an ordinary orphan.
The second: He wasn’t from any of the villages within the Blackwood Forest at all.
Instead, he could be soone with a hidden identity—perhaps an elite cultivator-in-training who had entered the forest for reasons yet unknown.
Chen Qing’s instincts told her the first possibility was far more likely.
Her gaze darkened. If the Blackwood Ruler had taken an interest in this boy, then Lin Feng was not just so insignificant nobody.
He was a variable—one that could prove dangerous for her precious granddaughter.
Shaking her head, she turned her cold gaze toward Wei Sheng. Her lips parted, her voice chillingly calm.
"An eye for an eye."
BOOM!
A massive wave of purple spiritual energy erupted from her, surging straight toward the true instigator—the one who had first suggested placing a bounty on Lin Feng’s head.
Wei Rong.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Wei Rong’s agonized scream tore through the air as his body was smashed into the ground.
Unlike Lin Feng, who had been flung away by the impact, Wei Rong was brutally forced deep into the earth, his bones rattling under the sheer force.
Blood pooled beneath him, his body bruised and mangled.
But his screams weren’t just from physical pain.
Dark purple blotches spread across his skin like ink seeping into parchnt.
His veins bulged grotesquely, his bloodshot eyes wide with terror as his body convulsed.
Poison.
"MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!"
The venom wracked his soul, consuming him from within.
The only reason he was still alive was because Chen Qing hadn’t intended to kill him—only to make him suffer for Wei Sheng’s actions against Lin Feng.
"CHEN QING! DO YOU WANT TO START ANOTHER FIGHT?!"
Wei Sheng’s roar thundered across the battlefield, his fury igniting like wildfire.
Another mber of his Wei Clan had been afflicted by Netherpoison.
His spiritual energy surged violently, distorting the air as his killing intent spread like a suffocating storm.
Chen Qing sneered, her grin sharp and taunting.
"What? You want to go again?"
Her cultivation base flared to its peak, and the ground trembled beneath their feet, the weight of their power threatening to shatter the battlefield.
"You think I’m afraid of you, you old lizard?"
Their auras clashed once more, shaking the surroundings. Lightning crackled in the distance.
The mbers of the Wei Clan shivered, realizing that two of Silverpine City’s most powerful figures were on the verge of an all-out battle.
anwhile, in the massive crater where he had been blasted—
Lin Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Cough... cough..."
The wounds he had desperately tried to suppress were worsening. If he didn’t act fast, death was inevitable.
Gritting his teeth, he forced his trembling hand into his bag of holding, retrieving a Flesh Regeneration Pill.
"Can you cover for a bit?" His voice was hoarse, each word strained from pain. "I just need enough ti to heal—at least enough so I don’t die."
Even the smallest movent sent sharp waves of agony through him. Every breath felt like fire in his lungs.
"I’ll protect you."
Chen i’s voice was firm, yet beneath it lay a thread of concern as she t Lin Feng’s gaze.
"But you need to suppress your injuries as fast as possible. We can’t stay here—it’s too dangerous!"
Lin Feng gave her a weak nod.
"Thank you. I owe you another favor."
Without hesitation, he swallowed the pill and forced himself into a cross-legged position.
His trembling fingers pressed into his thighs as he focused entirely on stabilizing his injuries.
The mont the dicinal pill entered his system, a powerful surge of energy flooded his body like a blazing current.
The dicinal force coursed through his ridians, reaching deep into his torn flesh and shattered bones.
Lin Feng gritted his teeth, directing most of it toward the gaping wound in his chest, urging his body to heal at an accelerated rate.
The mont the Flesh Regeneration Pill dissolved in his system, a scorching wave of vitality surged through his veins, like molten tal flooding his body.
It felt as if countless invisible needles were stabbing into his wounds, forcing flesh to nd and bones to realign.
The pain was excruciating—almost unbearable—but he had no choice but to endure.
Hopefully, this works... If it doesn’t, I’m dead.
Sweat dripped from his brow, tracing thin lines down his face before splattering onto the snow beneath him.
His breathing was ragged, his pulse pounding in his ears like war drums.
Every fiber of his being scread for relief, but he knew he couldn’t afford to lose focus.
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