Chapter 25: Ling Qingyan's Proud Bones

  Come again Inn.

  "Hmm, where am I..."

  In a daze, Ling Qing struggled to open his eyes. At this moment, he only felt weak in his limbs and the emptiness in his stomach made him feel a wave of hunger.

  He moved his right hand, and a severe pain came, causing Ling Qingyan's face to contort instantly, with several drops of sweat flowing down from his forehead, revealing his suffering at this moment.

  Also a veteran of the underground forces, getting stabbed every few days and spending ten to fifteen days in hospital was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

  "I remember, at that time, the people of the Murong family wanted to move Yanran..."

  Ling Qingyan used his uninjured left hand to prop himself up, struggling to sit up, and slightly shook his head, thinking about what had happened earlier.

  "That Murong family's blue-grade initial-stage warrior, with just one casual strike, actually made my full-strength punch useless, and not only that, look at the injury on my right hand, at the very least, the bone in this right arm has been dislocated!"

  At that moment, Ling Qingyan also felt a chill run down his back as he recalled the day he had impulsively taken action.

  "It's fortunate that the person from the Murong family only struck casually, if it was a full-force blow head-on, my right hand would have been crippled for sure, I acted impulsively!"

  Ling Qing stretched out his left hand and gently patted the back of his head, then seemed to recall something, "I remember, after I was injured, the intense pain made me feel like my heart was being torn apart, I almost fainted..."

  "It was then that I felt a stir in the depths of my consciousness, and suddenly a surge of bloodthirsty, brutal power coursed through every part of my body. What exactly was it..."

  "I still remember, at that time the people of the Murong family wanted to strike and kill Yanran, my action was already late... it seemed that in the end a purple sword light descended from the sky, passing through the people of the Murong family and striking them dead. Although I don't know who sent out the sword light, thinking about it, it shouldn't be an enemy, Ba Shu, Yanran and the others should be fine."

  At this point, Ling Qingyan also let out a sigh of relief.

  "Ka-chunk—"

  The door was suddenly opened, and Ling Qingyan turned his head to look over.

  Only two figures were seen slowly walking from outside the door, and the one in front was recognized by Ling Qingyan as Liu Yanran. The gray-robed old man behind, however, was someone Ling Qingyan had never seen before.

  "It should be a senior member of the Yanran Sect," Ling Qingyan's mind turned rapidly, and he had already guessed something, "It seems that the one who made the first move was him... Purple sword light, purple-level warrior!"

  "Qingyan, little brother, you're finally awake?"

  Ling Yanran, who had just entered the door, saw Ling Qingyan sitting up and immediately ran over to sit on the edge of the bed. Her right hand was already stroking Ling Qingyan's injured hand, and she didn't let out a breath until she saw that the bandage was intact and undamaged. "It's okay, it's okay. Brother Qingyan, your right hand is badly hurt, you can't move around for these few days!"

  Looking at the lovely face filled with worry, Ling Qingyan's heart warmed up involuntarily, and for the first time, he didn't refuse the girl's address to him.

  "Qing Yan, little brother, are you alright?"

  Watching Ling Qingyan's left hand clenching tightly, covering his stomach, Liu Yanran's originally relaxed face tensed up again.

  "I'm hungry..."

  Ling Qing's cheeks, which were still slightly tender and immature, also flushed pink at this moment. As soon as the words fell, Liu Yanran was stunned, while Fan Yiran behind her had already burst out laughing.

  "Stinky Master Bai, what's so funny?"

  Upon hearing Fan Yiran's laughter, Liu Yanran turned her head and scolded him in a soft voice to cover up her own embarrassment. Then she stood up, smoothed out the slightly wrinkled clothes on her body, "Qingyan brother, I'll go let the shopkeeper prepare food for you."

  "Haha!"

  Watching Liu Yanran hastily leave, both Ling Qingyan and Fan Yiran couldn't help but smile! However, Ling Qingyan's was a moved smile, while Fan Yiran's was an unrestrained loud laugh.

  Coming back to his senses, Ling Qingyan finally had time to carefully examine the old man not far away.

  About 1.8 meters tall, slightly robust build, two striking white eyebrows, a head of gray and white long hair hanging behind, unlike the usual old man's wrinkled face, the stubble on both sides of the cheek and under the chin shows the old man's vigor.

  This image, if not for the fact that Ling Qingyan had seen his unruly appearance before, would have made him think that he was an uncommonly reclusive and senior figure. However, it was precisely because of the old man's amiable and approachable demeanor that Ling Qingyan's impression of him improved by several degrees, and he felt a strange sense of closeness to him.

  While Ling Qingyan was sizing up the old man, the old man also restrained his impudent smile and stared at Ling Qingyan tightly.

  Slightly pale and tender cheeks, at a glance it's clear that in a few years this will definitely be a handsome young man. A pair of moderate-sized sword eyebrows hang above the bright phoenix eyes, and the hint of vicissitudes in the depths of his eyes makes the old man feel even more affectionate towards him.

  Looking at Ling Qingyan lying in bed and looking at Ling Qingyan who has woken up are absolutely two different feelings. This is the thought that suddenly occurred to Fan Yiran at this moment!

  "Who is this senior?"

  At this time, he came back to himself and thought of his own impolite behavior earlier. Ling Qingyan broke the silence with a loud voice.

  "Tianjian Sect, Sword Elder, Fan Yiran," Seeing Ling Qingyan's inquiry, Fan Yiran also restrained his previous emotions, but the tone of his voice was able to make people feel serious and solemn.

  It seems that he has already regarded Ling Qingyan as a person of the same status as himself, without any condescending attitude.

  "Ling Qingyan of Ling Family in Moyun City has met the Sword Elder before. This time, he owes his life to the Sword Elder's rescue!"

  Upon hearing this, Ling Qingyan hastily bowed his hands to the old man, with a look of gratitude on his slightly immature face.

  "You little brat, aren't you surprised at all?"

  Seeing the color of gratitude on Ling Qingyan's face and between his eyes, without a hint of shock or respect for hearing his own identity, Fan Yiran couldn't help but secretly praise him in her heart, yet she still asked.

  "Why be surprised?"

  Ling Qingyan replied as such, and then his slightly immature face tensed up, "Could it be that the elder thinks I should show respect upon hearing your name, and then humbly respond? If so, I dare not agree."

  Who is Ling Qingyan in her past life?

  Ling Qing, the big boss of modern underground forces!

  No luck, no external help, relying solely on oneself to fight step by step, killing and gradually becoming the pinnacle of underground forces in the city!

  Those who have had such experiences, which one is not proud and unyielding?

  "Haha!"

  Fan Yiran heard this and was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing, "Not bad! You little guy is indeed one of a kind!"

  At this moment, Fan Yiran was more and more satisfied with his own apprentice in his heart!

  If it was just because of the extraordinary talent he possessed and the possible "gifted totem" that made him satisfied before, now it is completely satisfactory for his character as a person!