"Senior Sisters, rest well and recuperate. I'll go after Zheng Yanwu!" Chu Li said.
"Don't go!" Li Ruolan frowned. "You're no match for him even if he's injured!"
Chu Li smiled and said, "The blade force of my blade is similar to the White Tiger Soul Devouring Technique. His injuries will only worsen. It won't heal so easily!"
"His inner energy is more profound. He's able to break through your saber force!" Li Ruolan said.
If the White Tiger Soul Devouring Art could be broken by a purer inner energy, then so could Zhao Dahe's saber force.
Chu Li said, "It's not that easy! … He's a scourge if he's left alive. It's already a fluke that we were able to injure him this time. What about the next time? Are you going to stay here forever? "
Li Ruolan furrowed her curved eyebrows. "It's impossible for us to stay even if we want to. We don't have enough manpower in the church, so we need to be on standby at all times."
Lu Zhen chuckled. "We're all busy, but we can't compare to you, Junior Brother Zhao!"
Chu Li scoffed. "I'm willing to work hard, but the Saint won't let me!"
"Alright!" Li Ruolan interrupted his grumbling. If the Saint heard him, he would be in deep trouble.
"Alright, I'm leaving now!" Chu Li waved his hand and ignored Li Ruolan's greeting as he strode away.
He left the Gale Branch and headed northeast.
Zheng Yanwu felt his inner force gushing out of his wound at a speed faster than his blood.
Although he was shocked, he did not lose his composure. He knew that he was in a life and death situation. He had to find a place to recuperate and heal his wounds as soon as possible before coming out to settle the score with Zhao Dahe.
As he used his Light-body Technique, the rate at which his inner energy was drained increased. Half of his inner energy had already been drained the moment he left Gale City. At this rate, he would run out of inner energy not too far away from the city. Once he ran out of inner energy, he would not be able to heal himself and his condition would only worsen.
He pondered for a moment and realized that the most dangerous place might actually be the safest. In terms of the depth of their foundation in Gale City, the Holy Church of Light was far inferior to the White Tiger Sect. He immediately returned to Gale City and entered a small alley. Then, he entered an ordinary family's house.
There was an old man living in this family. His eyebrows and beard were all white, and he was senile. There was no one else in the family. He was a widower.
The old man was currently lying in an old rocking chair in the courtyard, bathing in the sunset as he rocked back and forth leisurely. He was even humming a tune, leisurely and enjoying himself.
"Old Song!" Zheng Yanwu landed in his courtyard and said in a low voice.
The old man quickly got up. When he saw Zheng Yanwu, he was shocked. He quickly cupped his fists and said in pleasant surprise, "Young Master!"
Zheng Yanwu covered the wound with one hand and waved his other hand. "I'm injured. I need to heal myself immediately. Don't let anyone find out!"
"Don't worry, Young Master. This place is very secretive!" Elder Song quickly nodded and asked with concern, "Are your injuries serious?"
"I won't die for now!" Zheng Yanwu snorted.
Old Song asked, "What should we prepare?"
"Find a secret place. I want to go into seclusion to heal my injuries!" Zheng Yanwu said.
"Follow me, Young Master!" Old Song brought him to a pagoda in the backyard and activated a mechanism in the pagoda. With a rumbling sound, the pagoda's steps shrank inwards, revealing a dark hole.
Zheng Yanwu followed Old Song into the secret underground chamber. Below was an empty stone room. There was food and water stored, so there was no need to go down every day.
The air in the stone room was clear and fresh. The vent was located in a flower bed, so there was a faint fragrance in the air.
"Young Master, rest assured and heal here. Do you want me to deliver a letter?" Old Song asked.
Zheng Yanwu shook his head. "Don't do anything lest you arouse suspicion. I'll get back at you after I recover!"
"Yes, Young Master." Old Song nodded.
Zheng Yanwu covered his wound and sized him up. "It's been so many years. You've aged a lot!"
Old Song smiled and said, "Young Master, you look younger and younger!"
"I look young on the outside, but my heart is old. This time, I lost my son at my old age. I want to avenge my son, but I didn't expect my enemy to be so troublesome!" Zheng Yanwu shook his head and sighed. "Go!"
"Yes." Old Song cupped his fists, went up the secret chamber, and entered the pagoda.
With a rumbling sound, the stairs extended out again, covering the hole and returning to its original state. Outsiders could not discover the secret chamber.
Old Song continued to sit on the deck chair in the front yard. As he bathed in the sunset, the past came to his mind.
Back then, he followed his Young Master to explore the martial arts world. After surviving through a storm of swords and blades, he was crippled of his martial arts. In the end, he settled down in Gale City and became a wealthy man. He lived in peace for many years.
In the blink of an eye, he had not seen his Young Master for fifty years. His Young Master was the same as before, but he had aged.
He had always been content with what he had. He felt that it was good enough to be alive. After experiencing bloodshed, he was lucky to be alive.
However, when he saw his Young Master again, he suddenly felt a little unwilling.
Was he really going to spend his entire life in such a plain and quiet way, and gradually become one? Was he going to walk the earth for nothing?
His ambition that had been worn down by his peaceful life and his fighting spirit that had been extinguished by losing his martial arts began to recover. He started to circulate the heart technique that he had not practiced for a long time. However, his dried meridians were no longer breathing.
He sighed dejectedly.
Feeling vexed, he pulled open the courtyard door and walked out. Slowly, slowly, strolling? He walked slowly to the Nine Star Tower.
As soon as he entered the Nine Star Tower, he heard about the battle at Gale Branch.
"Good fella, this Zheng Yanwu is indeed a hidden master. All the masters of Gale Branch charged at him, but he only used one move and everyone was sent flying. Then, Zheng Yanwu injured two female disciples of the Holy Church of Light. They were both beauties. He forced Zhao Dahe to show himself, or else he would kill the two beauties!"
"The disciples of Gale Branch charged at him with no regard for their lives to save the two beauties. Coincidentally, there was a flash of a blade. Zhao Dahe finally made his move. The Light Blade pierced through Zheng Yanwu!"
"Is Zhao Dahe's Light Blade really that powerful?"
"My brother-in-law is a disciple of Gale Branch. He's recuperating at home. I just went to visit him with some snacks. This is what I heard from him. I saw it with my own eyes!"
"It's inevitable that it's a little exaggerated."
"It's not exaggerated at all. It was just one move! Moreover, Zheng Yanwu is really powerful. There were more than thirty top-notch masters in Gale Branch, but he took care of them in one move! "
Elder Song sat at a table and listened to the discussions without changing his expression.
He soon understood the cause and effect. He sighed to himself that the martial arts world was indeed dangerous. There would always be someone stronger than the strong. Who would have thought that the Young Master was so powerful, but he was defeated by such a young Zhao Dahe!
However, it was exciting to be in such a martial arts world.
Unfortunately, his lifespan was coming to an end. If he could recover his cultivation level, he could live for another hundred years or even two hundred years. The older one was, the more he was afraid of death. The more he did not want to die, the more unwilling he was to die!
If he could recover his martial arts and live for another hundred years, he was willing to pay any price!
He drank a few glasses of wine, but his mouth was tasteless. He slowly walked down the Nine Star Tower and headed back to his house with a heart full of worries.
As soon as he entered the narrow alley, he saw an ugly young man in a green robe standing in the middle of the narrow alley.
Elder Song was on guard, but he continued to approach the young man as if nothing had happened.
The two of them approached each other and finally passed each other. Elder Song sighed in relief. He maintained his original speed and slowly walked away from the young man.
"Do you want to recover your martial arts?" the ugly young man asked as if he was talking to the air.
Elder Song paused and continued walking forward.
The ugly young man continued, "I have one of the Holy Church of Light's Miracle Cure Pills!"
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