"Master, Senior Brother, look who's back!" Zhu Ling's smiling face appeared outside the door.
Ji Jin and Ji Rushan looked over and instantly saw an extremely familiar face and figure beside Zhu Ling.
It had been a long time!
"Master, Eldest Senior Brother," Lin Feng called out softly.
Looking at the two familiar figures, all sorts of feelings welled up in his heart.
Eldest Senior Brother Ji Rushan was more mature and steady. He already had the demeanor of a sect master, but he felt much older. His shoulders were slightly sunken, as if the heavy burden on his shoulders was suffocating him. As for Master …
The old man in front of him was actually Master!!!
In an instant, Lin Feng's eyes turned red. His heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly and his body trembled slightly.
"Youngest Junior Brother!" Ji Rushan was overjoyed.
"Feng 'er," Ji Jin smiled weakly.
He looked very tired and quiet, but the two words he uttered showed the feelings between Master and disciple. Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.
The call was like a family member, and waves of warmth flowed back into his heart. However, looking at Master's miserable and lonely expression, Lin Feng's heart was filled with endless pain!
He guessed that Master was severely injured, but he did not expect it to be so serious!
"Wan Mochou!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth.
There was a raging fire burning in his heart.
…
"So so many things happened after that."
"No wonder the Wild Goose Feather Tribe disappeared. They were severely injured."
After listening to Eldest Senior Brother's detailed description of the battle that day, Lin Feng came to a realization.
Of the three great experts of the Wild Goose Feather Tribe, Clan Leader Wan Mochou was severely injured and Wanxiang City's City Lord Wan Moyou died in Master's hands. Only Wan Pojun was left.
They were indeed severely injured!
"More than half of the elites led by Wan Mochou that day were killed or injured." Zhu Ling smiled and patted Lin Feng's shoulder. "It's all thanks to you that the elites of the Wild Goose Feather Tribe were severely injured. Otherwise, even if a thousand elites of the Wild Goose Sect fought with their lives, we would not have achieved such a glorious result."
In the battle that day, Ji Jin and Wan Mochou were both severely injured.
However, the Third Elder led one thousand elite disciples of the Fierce Yan School and defeated the thousands of Wild Goose Feather Tribe!
At the cost of sacrificing five hundred and seriously injuring another five hundred, they had killed nearly three thousand elite martial artists from the Wild Goose Feather Tribe!
What a glorious battle record!
"It's the result of everyone working together." Lin Feng nodded slightly, not claiming credit for himself. "Although I severely wounded Wan Mochou that day, I still suffered a crushing defeat. If it weren't for master's risky decision, I'm afraid that all of us, including second senior martial brother, would have been killed."
A loss was a loss.
Regardless of the process, he had indeed lost in the end.
"What did you say, Junior Brother?" Zhu Ling's eyes widened.
"Did I hear that right, Junior Brother? Did you seriously injure Wan Mochou?!" Ji Rushan was extremely shocked.
Lin Feng looked at his two senior brothers in confusion and nodded.
"Wan Mochou was right." Ji Jin's weak voice slowly rang out. "At first, I found it hard to believe, but now that Feng 'er has personally admitted it, Master is completely convinced." A faint light shot out of Ji Jin's eyes, but it instantly dimmed. "Feng 'er, it seems that you've had a lot of adventures in the Wild Goose Feather Mansion. It's also your opportunity."
"Master, you're too kind. I still suffered a crushing defeat in the end." Lin Feng sighed. "Wan Mochou is really too strong."
If he could defeat Wan Mochou, how could his master have fallen to such a state, and how could the Wild Goose Sect be in such a dangerous situation?
"Haha." Ji Jin smiled weakly, his eyes showing some relief. "Feng 'er, Feng' er, who do you think Wan Mochou is? He's not the strongest in the Wild Goose Feather Mansion for nothing. He's only one step away from reaching the Star Lord Realm. In the entire Wild Goose Feather Mansion, there are no more than ten people who can take a blow from Wan Mochou.
"Speaking of which, I still have to thank you. If you hadn't injured him that day, I'm afraid I would have died." Ji Jin sighed, his eyes showing a hint of unwillingness.
They were both peak Star Sea states, but there was a huge difference in strength between him and Wan Mochou.
That day, he had fought with Wan Mochou, who had only 40% of his strength, to the death.
In the end, both of them were injured, but he was more seriously injured than Wan Mochou!
The difference in strength was obvious.
"By the way, Master." Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately remembered something. Light flashed in his hand, and a sword that flickered with a bright luster and dazzling brilliance instantly appeared before his eyes. It carried an aura that made everything around it pale in comparison.
Ji Jin and Ji Rushan's eyes lit up.
"This is?!" Especially Ji Jin, his old face seemed to be flushed in an instant, and he was extremely excited.
"The indigo treasure of the Wild Goose Feather Mansion." Lin Feng nodded slightly, and then handed the sword to Ji Jin. "This is a nine-star sword, and it's a hero's sword. With this sword, Master, your strength will increase by at least 50%."
Ji Jin took the sword with trembling hands, and his eyes flashed as he stroked the sword.
It was as if he was playing a tune, and his expression was full of joy and intoxication. Ji Jin's love for swords was no worse than anyone else's.
"Good sword, it's really a good sword." Ji Jin couldn't bear to part with it, and he murmured.
"If I had this sword that day, perhaps Wan Mochou would have died under it …"
Ji Jin's voice was full of regret, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.
Suddenly, it was as if a lamp had been extinguished, and his expression dimmed.
"It's a pity that I'm no longer worthy of this peerless sword." Ji Jin closed his eyes with a strong sense of unwillingness, but he didn't want his three disciples to see his sorrow. However, his clenched fists and trembling movements betrayed his state of mind.
"Master, you?!" Lin Feng was shocked.
He looked at Ji Rushan and Zhu Ling, and his two senior brothers both paled.
A bad premonition arose in his heart. Lin Feng bit his lips, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
Could it be that Master …
"After the battle with Wan Mochou, Master's meridians were all broken, and his Qi and blood flowed backward. He's only hanging on by his last breath." Ji Rushan's expression was solemn, and his voice was heavy. He hesitated halfway through his words, but he didn't continue.
However, Lin Feng knew very well what his eldest senior brother wanted to say.
Master was now 'hanging on by a thread'!
"Is there no way at all?" Lin Feng frowned.
"There is, but …" Ji Rushan's expression was ugly, and he looked at his master. Seeing that his master didn't say anything, he said, "To heal Master's injuries, we need a healing Nine-Star Celestial Fruit, but in the entire Yanling Mansion, the Nine-Star Celestial Fruit only exists in legends."
Nine-Star Celestial Fruit?!
Lin Feng was stunned, and he sighed.
He had missed a good opportunity!
Back in the Purple Star Realm, where the Gou Mang Warlocks lived, there were all kinds of precious Celestial Fruits. That day, he had plucked countless Five-Star and Six-Star Celestial Fruits, dozens of Seven-Star Celestial Fruits, and four Eight-Star Celestial Fruits!
There must be a Nine-Star Celestial Fruit there.
However, he didn't search carefully at that time because he was forced by the situation.
After all, he wasn't strong enough, so he had to flee in a hurry.
"Junior Brother, you …?" Ji Rushan and Zhu Ling were stunned.
Anyone who heard this news would have the same reaction as them, but Lin Feng …
"Junior Brother, do you have a way?" Zhu Ling's eyes lit up. Among the three of them, Zhu Ling was obviously the one who had the most hope for Lin Feng. After all, they had been together in the Yanling Mansion, and Zhu Ling knew clearly how many secrets Lin Feng had!
Most of the time, it was unexpected!
As soon as he said this, not only was Ji Rushan shocked, but Ji Jin also opened his eyes, and his body trembled.
There was deep excitement in his eyes!
"I can't guarantee it." Lin Feng's eyes lit up.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked, and a look of disappointment appeared on their faces. However, in the next moment …
"There's a fifty percent chance." Lin Feng raised his head and stared at his master. At this moment, his master's eyes were cloudy and dim, and it was replaced by a strong sense of hope.
Fifty percent chance!
What a great chance!
"Is this true, Feng 'er?" Ji Jin's eyes sparkled as he asked in a trembling voice.
"Yes, Master." Lin Feng replied without hesitation.
In fact, in his opinion, the probability was more than eighty percent, but it was better to be conservative.
Back then, when he entered the Gou Mang Warlock Tribe's land, he was forced to flee because he wasn't strong enough. But now, his strength had improved tremendously. When he entered the Yanling Mansion next year, his strength would be a whole level higher than it was now!
Others might not know where the Purple Star Realm was, but how could he not know?
With the sensor on his body, it was like opening a map, and everything was clear.
Moreover, he still had to accept the Blood Inheritance.
"But Master, you have to wait for a year." Lin Feng looked at Ji Jin and said seriously.
A year?!
Ji Rushan and Zhu Ling looked at each other, and Ji Jin frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?" Lin Feng was very touched and looked at Ji Rushan. "Eldest Senior Brother, could it be that Master …"
Looking at Ji Jin, Ji Rushan frowned deeply. "I'm afraid Master will pass away in a few months, or a year and a half."
The atmosphere was sorrowful.
Suddenly —
"Isn't there a healing Eight-Star Immortal Fruit in the sect's Treasure Pavilion?" Zhu Ling's eyes flashed as she said, "Although it can't heal Master's injuries, it shouldn't be a problem to prolong his life for three to five years, right?"
Ji Rushan shook his head. "There are a few Eight-Star Immortal Fruits in the sect's Treasure Pavilion, but there aren't any healing Immortal Fruits."
After a pause, Ji Rushan looked at Ji Jin and said softly, "But Master, there are some healing Seven-Star Immortal Fruits in the Treasure Pavilion. Why don't …"
"A hundred Seven-Star Immortal Fruits aren't as effective as an Eight-Star Immortal Fruit." Ji Jin's expression was calm. "Moreover, the Seven-Star Immortal Fruit isn't very effective against my injuries." Looking at his two worried disciples, Ji Jin smiled weakly. "Don't worry. I might be able to hold on for a year."
"Now that there's hope, there's a lot more hope." Ji Jin comforted his two disciples and looked at Lin Feng. Just as he was about to speak …
All of a sudden, a bright and dazzling brilliance shone out.
In Lin Feng's hand, a green fruit with a strong aura and rich vitality shone brightly.
Ji Jin, Ji Rushan, and Zhu Ling all widened their eyes.
"An Eight-Star Healing Immortal Fruit, Spirit Nourishing Orange?!"
…
(First Update ~ ~)
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