Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 2154: Chapter 2155: Escape

Bang! Chen Jie felt like she had struck a stubborn rock. She looked at Feng Pingyuan’s neck, where a faint mark appeared, shimmering with light and forming a curtain of light.

Although her hand strike missed, Chen Jie’s other hand fortunately stopped Feng Pingyuan as he was about to stab Lin Chen.

After a crisp sound, Feng Pingyuan and Chen Jie both stepped back!

Even though Feng Pingyuan’s strike missed, he wasn’t discouraged. With a calm expression, he looked at the nervous Chen Jie, taking out spiritual medicine to restore Lin Chen’s energy.

”Your time should be running out now,” Feng Pingyuan said, standing still, with clarity returning to his eyes. His voice was normal, this change appearing particularly strange.

Chen Jie remained silent.

Both being disciples of the Green Ripple Sect, they knew about drugs that could instantly boost abilities. So even if Chen Jie wanted to hide it, she couldn’t.

After consuming the spiritual medicine Chen Jie fed him, Lin Chen’s breathing gradually stabilized. His eyes opened, face calm; even in danger, his expression showed no sign of disturbance, though pain in his waist and abdomen caused a slight frown.

During this time, thirty breaths had passed. Chen Jie, beside him, couldn’t help but rub her dizzy head. Her eyes were half-open, half-closed, her head unconsciously leaning on Lin Chen’s shoulder, seeking a little comfort from its breadth.

”Now let me see what other tricks you have!”

Feng Pingyuan gritted his teeth, looking painfully at two figures fallen by his side. His tone was cold, ”You’ve actually killed two of my clan’s priests!”

As he spoke, Feng Pingyuan slowly walked forward. They weren’t far apart, and in just half a breath, he reached Lin Chen.

He roughly lifted Lin Chen by his collar, hoisting him into the air.

Chen Jie, resting on Lin Chen, suddenly fell to the ground with a thud as Lin Chen was lifted, but did not awaken. Exhaustion claimed her as she had expended too much energy.

”I originally intended to kill you and refine you into walking corpses, but now I’ve changed my mind!”

Feng Pingyuan leaned closer, his cold pupils harboring a cruel expression, as he stared at Lin Chen, seemingly hoping to spot a trace of fear on his face.

But Lin Chen, having skirted death innumerable times, remained calm and serene, his expression like an undisturbed surface of water, infuriating Feng Pingyuan even more, adding to his inner rage.

”I’m going to...”

”Are you done talking?”

Lin Chen impatiently interrupted Feng Pingyuan, who was startled, as if he couldn’t believe his ears—how could the person he held aloft dare to shout at him!

”How dare you speak!”

Feng Pingyuan lifted Lin Chen and slammed him to the ground, using such force that the earth sank several meters.

Even as he smashed, Feng Pingyuan’s mouth spewed curses, filled with anger.

Repeating this several times, Feng Pingyuan lifted Lin Chen again to examine him.

Blood poured from Lin Chen’s mouth, staining the earth and yellow dust, leaving him in a sorry state. Yet despite this, Lin Chen’s face remained composed, his clear eyes showing no fear.

”You have some guts!”

Seeing him thus, Feng Pingyuan was inexplicably enraged. He lifted Lin Chen, intent on slamming him down again!

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot from Feng Pingyuan’s wrist. His grip on Lin Chen’s hand involuntarily loosened, and he looked at his hand in surprise.

There, a silver needle was deeply embedded, filling Feng Pingyuan’s face with dread.

Before Feng Pingyuan could react, as Lin Chen fell to the ground, he swiftly inserted two silver needles into Feng Pingyuan’s feet.

Agonizing screams erupted from Feng Pingyuan’s mouth; the pain made it impossible for him to remain calm, and he slumped to the ground, rolling up his pant legs.

Black gas surged upward from his feet, spreading across his body like a web. Some places already showed signs of decay, oozing pus and emitting a heavy stench.

”The pill Chen Old Man gave still has its uses.”

Lin Chen watched Feng Pingyuan’s rapidly transforming body in slight awe. He also touched his waist where black gas swirled.

But outside that black gas, another force enveloped it, confining it within a limited range—this was the benefit of Chen Lin’s medicine.

As Chen Lin prepared to leap off the Spirit Boat, he slipped the pill into Lin Chen’s hand, and now its effectiveness was clear.

”How can you...” Feng Pingyuan looked astonished as the black gas crept to his face, making him look monstrous.

”How do you have this?”

Lin Chen shook the silver needle in his hand, then casually tossed it to the ground, saying, ”You threw it yourself.”

He shrugged. Those silver needles about to pierce Lin Chen were knocked aside by Chen Jie, and Feng Pingyuan had thrown them to the ground afterward.

Lin Chen, taking advantage of Feng Pingyuan’s distraction, picked them up.

Previously provoking Feng Pingyuan was a strategy to divert his attention, allowing Lin Chen’s move to take him by surprise. It seemed Lin Chen executed his plan well.

Feng Pingyuan gritted his teeth, collapsing to the ground in reluctance.

Lin Chen had no time to care, sweeping Chen Jie from the ground into his arms.

Chen Jie wasn’t heavy, but Lin Chen had little strength left, moving forward fueled solely by determination.

He dared not linger there long.

The situation was too bizarre; moreover, from Feng Pingyuan’s odd behavior, it seemed the outside world was monitoring everything within.

But with Feng Pingyuan’s consciousness as the lead, that person probably couldn’t observe inside. Otherwise, Lin Chen’s actions would have been long exposed, preventing his sneak attack.

So Lin Chen had to leave quickly; whoever the presence outside might be, was beyond his ability to confront.

”I just need to reach beyond this barrier,”

Lin Chen whispered, dragging himself. He didn’t know the barrier’s span but stepping forward was better than waiting to die.

”Hmm? Why has the Spiritual Energy fluctuation disappeared?”

The silhouette sitting outside broke into a cold sweat, their composure from before fading.

”Wait a little longer. Though Feng Pingyuan’s cultivation isn’t high, he should easily handle two wounded people,” they muttered, trying to reassure themselves.