An Lan’s cheeks were as red as if her face were a kettle that had just started boiling, steam seemingly billowing out, her cheeks flushed as though slathered with rouge, and at the sa ti, she had accidentally sketched out a three-room-one-hall floor plan with her toes.
She quickly separated from Chen Fan and turned away, stamring, "You... don’t get the wrong idea, just now, I saw sothing on your mouth and tried to help you remove it."
Chen Fan lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, the sensation on his lips yet to fade, and because he had just woken up, his thoughts were sluggish, he didn’t even process what An Lan had just been doing.
It took him a while before he slowly asked, "Qingyan... was she taken away?"
By then, An Lan had also cald down, she turned around to look at Chen Fan and nodded seriously, "Yes."
A pained expression crossed Chen Fan’s face, he tried to rise from the bed, but found he had no strength in his body, and even a slight movent caused a severe pain in his internal organs.
Seeing this, An Lan quickly pressed him down, saying, "You have sustained serious injuries and need to recuperate properly, just stay in bed."
Chen Fan furrowed his brows, trying to release his Divine Sense to check his condition, but found that his Divine Sense didn’t respond at all.
He then attempted to summon the Spiritual Power within his body, yet found it hollow, even unable to sense the presence of his Lifebound Golden Core.
"Am I... now a cripple?" Chen Fan muttered to himself.
Rembering the terrifying palm strike of the man in the black robe, he still felt a lingering fear, completely powerless against such a high-level opponent.
However, upon further thought, under such a powerful strike, he should have been dood; being able to be pulled back from hell by the Nirvana Talisman was already incredibly fortunate, becoming a cripple probably counted as the best possible outco.
Chen Fan sighed, his gaze landing on An Lan, and asked, "Where are we now? Weren’t you also taken away by that man in the black robe? How co you’re here?"
An Lan sat by the bed and recounted everything that had happened after Chen Fan was struck down.
After listening to her story, Chen Fan looked at An Lan with a complicated gaze, and after a long while, he replied, "Thank you."
According to An Lan’s recount, although his life was saved by the Nirvana Talisman, he would have still faced certain death from the fall if not for An Lan. He hadn’t expected An Lan to break free from the black-robed man’s restraint and choose to save him, even without knowing if she would end up dying alongside him. This made him realize that his past view of this woman was sowhat superficial.
An Lan, hearing Chen Fan thank her, tilted her head with a bit of proud coyness and said, "Since I saved your life, how about you repay with your hand in marriage? I really didn’t expect you to be so handso, you almost had fooled."
Chen Fan was briefly stunned, then realized that with all his power gone, the Illusion Technique on his face naturally couldn’t be maintained, so he must have reverted to his true appearance.
However, he didn’t dwell on it, for now that he had fallen to such a state, many things seed inconsequential.
He looked at An Lan and said, "I’m very grateful that you saved my life, but I’m now a cripple. The power of that man in the black robe is too horrific; although I kept my life, my current state isn’t much different from being dead. Moreover, the likelihood of recovery in the future is next to none, and probably before long, I will pass away due to my grievous injuries, so let’s forget the marriage proposal. You should leave; you still have a wonderful life ahead of you, don’t waste your ti on ."
An Lan beca anxious upon hearing this and glared at Chen Fan with anger, saying, "Why do you have to be such a buzzkill? I was actually happy when you woke up, but why do you insist on saying such depressing things?"
Chen Fan gave a helpless smile and said, "I’m not trying to be a buzzkill, this is just the reality of the situation. I can feel my body weakening bit by bit. The only chance I have is if I can restore my strength. But right now, I’ve lost all my power, there’s no chance for to survive."
An Lan said, "Just because you don’t have strength doesn’t an others don’t. I can help you find soone as powerful as you to save you!"
Chen Fan sighed, "It’s not that I’m being narcissistic, but looking for soone like would be like finding a needle in a haystack. I’m afraid I will have already left this world before you find anyone."
Although the appearance of that black-robed Cultivator was beyond Chen Fan’s expectations, and their power had reached a terrifyingly formidable level, it was still crystal clear to him that Cultivators remained as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns on Earth.
Cultivators like the black-robed figure were probably unique on the entire planet.
If Cultivators were indeed easy to find on Earth, he would have encountered one by now, considering he had always used his Divine Sense to scan every place he visited, yet he never detected the existence of any other Cultivators.
An Lan gritted her teeth as she looked at Chen Fan, saying, "Your life is mine now, I won’t allow you to be so pessimistic. And even if you don’t want to pledge yourself to , don’t you ... don’t you want to go looking for Su Qingyan anymore? Are you just giving up like that?"
Although she really didn’t want Chen Fan to go looking for Su Qingyan, she had to say these disheartening words to motivate him to keep living.
When Chen Fan heard about going to find Su Qingyan, he seed a bit lost in thought, muttering to himself, "Go looking for Qingyan? That black-robed person’s power is so strong, and I have no idea where they went. Moreover, now that I’m a broken man, do I still have a chance to find Qingyan?"
The reason he was so calm after waking up was that he knew he was powerless to change any of these outcos.
Seeing him so defeated, An Lan crossed her arms and said angrily, "I don’t care, since I’m the one who saved your life, I won’t let you die. If you can’t think of a way, I will. I refuse to believe that there’s no way to keep you alive."
Chen Fan, watching An Lan being so earnest, couldn’t help but laugh, "Why bother? I’m not worth all this effort now."
An Lan huffed, "Whether you’re worth it or not, it’s not for you to say. I like to ddle in others’ business, you got a problem with that?"
Chen Fan shook his head helplessly, deciding not to continue the subject. Then, coming back to his senses a bit, he looked up at An Lan and asked, "Did you sneak a kiss on earlier?"
An Lan’s face turned red with panic as she denied it, "I did not, it wasn’t , I would never sneak a kiss on you!"
Chen Fan: "..."
Considering that he was a dying man, there were many things that no longer seed worth fussing over, so he let the matter go.
At that mont, Wang Yao ca bouncing into the room, "Sister, you shouldn’t bother with this unreliable guy. He isn’t even good-looking. Let introduce you to a handso guy instead!"
Then, her gaze landed on Chen Fan’s face, and she was montarily stunned.
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