Chapter 89: Only Three Days of Vitality Remaining!

Chapter 89: Only Three Days of Vitality Remaining!

Chapter 89: Only Three Days of Vitality Remaining!

"You’re merely a lowly menial disciple. I can punch or kick you all I want! You see, in this world, it's survival of the fittest and strength reigns supreme. What qualifications do you have to whine and complain here, you useless piece of junk?" Wu Pingzhi sneered with a malicious grin.

Wu Pingzhi then flashed forward, surging with true qi as he viciously thrust a fist towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng frowned; Wu Pingzhi's attitude was simply disgusting.

"You're right, it is survival of the fittest, and might does dictate right. And you are weak and unfit!" Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

The divine inscriptions of Heavenly Dao converged, and Wu Pingzhi's movements and techniques became extremely clear to Ling Feng, as if he knew them all along!

Stepping forward, Ling Feng prepared to use the Ninefold Ocean-Guarding Fist so he could exploit Wu Pingzhi's vulnerabilities and then launch his own attack.

Just then, a thunderous rebuke echoed from behind.

"Hmph! Who allowed you to fight in the Medicinal Herb Garden?"

Ling Feng turned to see a rugged man clad in black martial attire, his face contorted in anger, leaping into the fray and positioning himself between the two.

His square face bore a dark expression, and he emanated an immensely daunting aura that forced both Ling Feng and Wu Pingzhi back several steps.

The menial disciple who had been thrown aside hastily struggled to kneel on the ground, respectfully calling out, "Greetings, Master Yuan!"

"Master Yuan?" Wu Pingzhi's eyes narrowed. Despite being a newly assigned disciple to the Medicinal Herb Garden, he was definitely aware of Master Yuan's renown.

This so-called Master Yuan, whose actual name was Yuan Qiansheng, was a third-grade alchemist within the Medicinal Herb Garden. While being a third-grade alchemist wasn’t particularly noteworthy, the gap between Yuan Qiansheng's skill in alchemy and his prowess in martial arts was significant.

Typically, alchemists prioritized their craft, often lacking in martial ability. However, Yuan Qiansheng was the opposite; with his volatile temperament, he had earned a reputation for being ruthless.

As a result, the disciples under the jurisdiction of the Medicinal Herb Garden feared Yuan Qiansheng far more than the elder overseeing the garden.

Wu Pingzhi's expression shifted abruptly as he hurried forward to offer his respects. "Disciple Wu Pingzhi humbly greets Master Yuan."

"Stop with your nonsense!" Yuan Qiansheng's tiger-like eyes narrowed as they locked onto Wu Pingzhi. "Did you injure my menial disciple?"

"W-What?" Wu Pingzhi stammered, visibly startled. "Y-Your menial disciple?"

Suddenly, he felt a sharp sting on his leg, followed by an overwhelming sense of fatigue. It was as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Damn it, even you insects dare to provoke me!"

Suppressing his inner rage, Wu Pingzhi resolved to investigate Ling Feng's identity upon returning to his family, ensuring he would not find peace.

“I’m so tired!”

In the next instant, Wu Pingzhi sensed his vitality rapidly draining away, and his breath became laborious. With him being in his early twenties and possessing cultivation at the Pulse Formation Realm, his physique far exceeded that of ordinary individuals. How could he possibly feel so drained?

It's just a broken arm!

He had no idea that his life was down to its final three days.

Shortly after, Zifeng returned to Ling Feng's side, having feasted on a substantial meal. "Master, I absorbed over eighty years of vitality!" Zifeng reported with a gleeful smile on its face.

"So you really can rapidly consume a person's vitality," Ling Feng mused. Previously, it had just been speculation, but Zifeng's ability proved to be truly extraordinary.

"It's not that simple. The guy earlier was just too weak. If it was someone like that other guy, Yue Zhonglian, it would have taken me at least a few years to drain their vitality. But once I evolve, I'll be able to do it much faster."

"Evolving, huh?" Ling Feng rubbed his nose. He then noticed that Yuan Qiansheng had shifted his attention to him. Quickly, he instructed Zifeng to conceal itself and then bowed politely to Yuan Qiansheng. "Junior pays his respects to Master Yuan."

"Hmph!" Yuan Qiansheng's expression remained cold as he gave Ling Feng a disdainful glance before striding toward the menial disciple, Chen Sisi.

"Young lady, are you alright?"

Yuan Qiansheng squatted down with his gaze fixed on Chen Sisi. He couldn't help but sigh.

Having emerged from humble origins himself, he had ascended from the ranks of menial disciples, which made him particularly intolerant of privileged people bullying the vulnerable.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..."

Chen Sisi quickly shook her head, evidently aware of Yuan Qiansheng's notorious reputation, which instilled some fear in her.

However, Ling Feng could discern that while Yuan Qiansheng appeared cold and ruthless on the surface, he was actually a decent person.

"Senior, this young lady seems to have a fractured left leg and requires urgent treatment; otherwise, it may result in a permanent limp." Ling Feng stepped forward. "As a junior with some medical knowledge, I believe I can be of assistance."