Urban All-Round Master

Moreover, within the Beiyao Ancient Clan, aside from their five Supreme Venerables, the highest cultivation belongs to the four Lords and the masters among the Blood Shadow Dark Guard. As for the former, White Sky Venerable may not fully trust them, but he can confidently assert that these four would dare not defy his will!

Interrupting cultivation is already annoying enough. When he thought of how Wen Quan Venerable and the other’s cultivation were nearly overtaking his own, White Sky Venerable crossed his hands behind his back, eyes brooding, pacing for a long time before deciding to investigate.

Unexpectedly, this slight irritation allowed Lin Zifeng and Dongka to escape a calamity!

Staggering out of the wilderness, Lin Zifeng’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat, his resolute body trembling with each step momentarily touching the pain of his wounds. Seeing the Blood Shadow Dark Guard lying on the ground not far ahead, Lin Zifeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaving the wilderness, Lin Zifeng’s serious eyes revealed a tinge of pain, yet his steps quickened despite his staggering. Meanwhile, a wave of fear welled up inside him.

Deeply injured, Lin Zifeng carried the unconscious Dongka on his back, the fracture of his foot bone making it difficult to unleash his Saint Realm speed. Lin Zifeng’s pace was now the same as any ordinary person.

With Dongka’s residence a hundred miles away, it’s likely that before the Five Supreme Venerables came searching for them, the two would perish from blood loss without reaching home.

In desperation, Lin Zifeng sprinted dozens of meters before he couldn’t hold on, bending over to spit a few mouthfuls of blood, his face paler.

When he looked up again, he saw ahead now marginally brightening as a graceful figure slowly approached him.

His eyes widened, Lin Zifeng examined closely, capturing the indifference on the pretty face, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Enduring the pain, he waved a hand, and seeing the distant figure, Dongfang Ziyue hurriedly ran towards them without hesitation.

”Lin Zifeng... how did you end up like this, and why is my master unconscious!?”

With a cold face, yet unable to mask concearn and urgency, Dongfang Ziyue spoke while raising her hand to prepare for an examination.

But unexpectedly, Lin Zifeng stepped back a pace and said in a low voice, ”Don’t ask so much now. Your Sub-Saint Realm speed, although not fast, is urgent for you to take us away. If the Five Supreme Venerables come upon us, none of us can escape.”

Although there were numerous doubts, Dongfang Ziyue understood the urgency, hurriedly walked behind Lin Zifeng, and leaned the unconscious Dongka on her delicate and boneless shoulder.

Released from the burden behind him, Lin Zifeng’s tense nerves relaxed, nearly causing him to collapse. Fortuitously, Dongfang Ziyue held him up beside him, sparing him from falling.

”With such heavy injuries, it seems you’re now slower than me. Leaving here is crucial, quick!”

Said coldly, Dongfang Ziyue’s beautiful eyes flashed with concern, and without saying anything she supported Lin Zifeng on her shoulder, a blush briefly appearing on her pretty face unnoticed by him.

With both men leaning on her, Dongfang Ziyue showed initial embarrassment, shook her head to rid of distractions, and with feet like wind, their three figures grew distant under hazy sunlight.

Finally, the sky lit with a pale glimmer of dawn, Lin Zifeng, resting against Dongfang Ziyue’s embrace, gazed at the blurred cave entrance, feeling his eyelids unnaturally heavy. He wanted nothing but to return and sleep deeply.

Lin Zifeng recognized symptoms from excessive blood loss, knowing if he closed his eyes now, Dongka’s life might not be saved.

Clenching his teeth, Lin Zifeng fiercely pinched the wound on his right arm, lips tightly pursed, sweat pouring from his forehead like rain.

Dropping upon Dongfang Ziyue’s fragrant shoulder, she turned her head, witnessing Lin Zifeng’s earlier actions, his determination startling her eyes.

This guy... despite such severe injuries, still held his body upright, all for saving his master.

With mixed feelings in her heart, Dongfang Ziyue bit her lip, supporting the sweat-drenched figures, heading into the cave.

Understanding the critical nature of the matter, Dongfang Ziyue deliberately avoided guards, entering the cave’s dwelling to lay them on the bed, finally exhaling deeply, wiping sweat from her fair forehead.

”You’re safe now, but what exactly happened? Why was the momentum in the wilderness so terrifying just now?”

Concerned for their safety, Dongfang Ziyue followed under the night’s cover after they left, observing bodies in blood pools around, hesitating for ages before choosing to wait outside due to Dongka’s master’s orders.

Dongfang Ziyue perhaps didn’t know that her worrying ensured the gravely injured two kept their lives. Else, if White Sky Venerable arrived, they’d have at best made it a thousand meters further!

Lin Zifeng waved a hand, now utterly exhausted, looking at the pale and tightly furrowed brows of unconscious Dongka, asked Dongfang Ziyue to step out so he could first treat him.

Utilizing his Ability, strands of Dao Elemental Power surged from Lin Zifeng’s hands, surrounding Dongka, soon healing deep wounds visible to the bone at a visible speed.

Seeing Dongka’s breathing steadier, Lin Zifeng relaxed, hurriedly healing himself.

After a while, Lin Zifeng found a white robe of Dongka’s in the cabinet, slipped it on before heading to the main hall. In the hall, Dongfang Ziyue, holding a teacup, looked worried. When Lin Zifeng approached, she rose quickly asking, ”How’s my master? Will he be alright?”

With a slight laugh, Lin Zifeng moved lightly toward the wooden chair, and explained once seated, ”The wounds have healed, but the lingering terror of the Heavenly Thunder is too intense; he might need some time to recover, by this time tomorrow, I suppose your master should awaken.”

Dongfang Ziyue finally relaxed, entered the room for a moment and returned with a red, flushed face, speaking coldly to Lin Zifeng: ”Why... why didn’t you dress my master!”

”Pfft!”

Lin Zifeng, initially drinking tea, spat out a mouthful, coughed a few times before bursting into laughter.

They had just survived a Heavenly Tribulation, their robes shattered in pieces; when meeting Dongfang Ziyue, each had merely a scrap of cloth for modesty. Imagine being struck by lightning to such wretched form, who’d worry about wearing clothes—the fact they’re alive is remarkable. Had Dongfang Ziyue faced it, she might’ve ended without even underwear.

Due to the urgent situation at that time, coupled with the dim lighting, Dongfang Ziyue hadn’t noticed, only now reassured did she abruptly see her master’s...