Chapter 112 Ling Feng’s Fury!
Chapter 112 of "Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique" unveils a new twist: Blood-red handprint marks were clearly visible, with even faint signs of bruising between them.One could... See what happens!
Blood-red handprint marks were clearly visible, with even faint signs of bruising between them.One could only imagine the sinister and venomous intent of the person who struck Su Hongxiu—how ruthless they must have been to attack such a young girl so viciously!
Looking at the other disciples, each had various scars on their bodies; Ling Feng immediately realized that this situation was anything but simple.
"Where is Lo Jianying?" Ling Feng’s voice had grown colder as he spoke.
He could not find Lo Jianying among the crowd.
Logically, since they had all been initiated into the Inner Sect at the same time and had shared hardships in Luofeng Canyon, their relationships should have been quite good, especially Lo Jianying, who had performed exceptionally well within the team and had assisted other members multiple times.
Now, everyone else was present except Lo Jianying.
As soon as Lo Jianying was mentioned, everyone suddenly became hesitant, stammering and clearly hiding something.
"What exactly happened?" Ling Feng furrowed his brows and gazed at the palm mark on Su Hongxiu’s face, questioning in a deep voice, "Who hit your face?"
"I... I fell," Su Hongxiu stepped back, covering her cheek with her hand and shaking her head repeatedly, "Junior Master Ling, I’m fine, really."
Seeing Su Hongxiu’s expression, Ling Feng was even more convinced that something had gone wrong.
"Do you mean to say you fell into a handprint?" Ling Feng took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on Su Hongxiu, and demanded in a stern voice, "Tell me what happened—if you still consider me a friend, just tell me."
He did not have many friends within the Wenxian Sect. Su Hongxiu and Lo Jianying were two of them.
Now that his friends were in trouble, he could not sit by without intervening.
"Actually..." One of the disciples, slightly overweight, started to reveal the truth but was quickly pulled back by someone next to him. The overweight disciple bowed his head and gritted his teeth, "Junior Master Ling, it’s better if you don’t get involved in this. It’s really nothing serious, Brother Lo was just injured accidentally during a training expedition, and he is recuperating now; it’s nothing serious."
That disciple hung his head, barely able to meet Ling Feng’s eyes, and spoke hesitantly.
Ling Feng could tell with his toes that this was a lie; his eyebrows furrowed as he said, "Given Lo Jianying’s temperament, if it were just some minor injuries, how could he be content to simply recuperate at home?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt
Back in Luofeng Canyon, a demon had dislocated Lo Jianying’s leg, and after Ling Feng had set the bone, he did not complain but continued to charge at the forefront of the team, leading them in battling the demons.
Such a person, would he easily lie down to recuperate from minor injuries?
"This..." The overweight disciple did not know how to continue hiding the truth, only able to say bitterly, "It’s nothing, really nothing..."
"Just tell us! Don’t you know there isn’t anyone in the Wenxian Sect who I cannot confront!" Ling Feng’s eyebrows shot up as he commanded sternly, "Zhou Yan, you tell me!"
Ling Feng’s gaze was fixed on the disciple who had pulled back the overweight disciple.
"This... Junior Master Ling, don’t you know your own temper? We were just afraid that you would make things worse because of Brother Lo’s situation, that’s why we didn’t dare to tell you."
Zhou Yan clenched his fists and bit his lip, "I promised Brother Lo I wouldn’t tell you. Let’s just let this matter go."
Su Hongxiu also had tears welled up in her eyes, struggling not to let them fall, she gritted her teeth and said, "Junior Master Ling, we’re really all right, please don’t worry."
Ling Feng looked at Su Hongxiu’s reddened eyes, and his heart softened again. After all, they were considering his feelings by not disclosing the true situation.
"Ah!" Ling Feng sighed softly, lightly touching the palm mark on Su Hongxiu’s cheek and said gently, "Fortunately, the injury isn’t very severe. I’ll prepare some ointment for you. Apply it three times a day and night, and it should heal within three days without leaving any scars."
"Ah? Is that really true?"
Su Hongxiu looked at Ling Feng in astonishment. Which girl didn’t love beauty? Yet, she had never known that Ling Feng’s medical skills were so formidable.
After all, during their time in Luofeng Canyon, Ling Feng had only occasionally set broken bones for people and had never revealed his medical expertise.
"It is indeed true." Ling Feng didn’t know whether to be angry or amused. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Where is Lo Jianying? Take me to see him."
"Okay." Su Hongxiu nodded. The disciples who had been grouped with Ling Feng initially were mostly from Yunxiu Peak and YunMiao Peak.
Like Su Hongxiu, Lo Jianying too was a disciple of YunMiao Peak lineage.
YunMiao Peak was a branch of Yunxiu Peak and not one of the nine major peaks of the Immortal Sect, hence the disciples of YunMiao Peak were deemed inferior in status to those from the Nine Peaks.
Led by Su Hongxiu and several other Yunxiu Peak disciples, Ling Feng soon arrived at a courtyard situated halfway up YunMiao Peak.
This area was where the ordinary Inner Sect Disciples of YunMiao Peak resided.
Lo Jianying’s room was in this courtyard.
With a "squeak," a disciple pushed open the door for Ling Feng. Before even entering, Ling Feng could smell a strong scent of medicinal herbs mixed with the stench of blood, causing him to frown.
Sunlight streamed into the room from the window. Ling Feng glanced around and saw a young man wrapped in blood-stained white bandages lying motionless on the bed like a mummy, with an intermittent, ragged breath.
A Martial Artist of the Qi Condensation Realm was beaten to the extent that even breathing became laborious.
Clenching his fists, Ling Feng felt a surge of rage burning in his chest.
He quickened his pace to Lo Jianying’s bedside and placed his hand directly on his meridian to diagnose the injuries.
Lo Jianying suddenly woke up, his eyes swollen and red. When he saw Ling Feng’s face, he immediately showed an excited expression.
"Junior Master Ling, you... you’re back," he said with a hint of joy but remained remarkably calm, showing little anger.
Just as Su Hongxiu and the others had mentioned, Lo Jianying clearly did not desire revenge for himself.
"Yes, I’m back!" Ling Feng gave him a faint smile, his expression eerily calm, almost terrifyingly so.
"Junior Master Ling, I... I haven’t..."
"Jianying, don’t talk now, or it will affect my diagnosis."
Ling Feng took a deep breath, placed his hand on his meridian, and carefully checked. A storm of shock surged through his heart.
Such vicious methods!
Lo Jianying’s ribs were broken in at least four places, his leg and hand bones were fractured, and the tendons in his hands and feet had been severed!
All over his body, numerous muscles were torn, and even his internal organs had been slightly displaced due to the severe blows.
If Lo Jianying’s physique hadn’t been robust, what Ling Feng would have encountered was definitely a corpse.
In Ling Feng’s eyes, the anger seemed ready to erupt.
Zi Feng, hiding in Ling Feng’s arms in a deep sleep, was startled awake by the shake, trembling uncontrollably.