Chapter 5064 — The Rendezvous Point
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
Leng Leng knew nothing of all this. Her mind was fixed on a single thing now. Wei Zhao had left her a great pile of top-grade pills—Foundation Establishment pills, Golden Core pills, and the like. Never mind that her talent was already outstanding; with so many precious resources heaped together, even the dullest disciple could have been pushed to at least the great perfection of Foundation Establishment.
Stepping out the door, Leng Leng turned for one last look. Scene after scene of her acquaintance with Wei Zhao flashed through her mind, and amid the gratitude in her heart there rose, unbidden, a certain sorrow.
Wei Zhao's fate was now unknown. Even she herself could not say whether the words they had exchanged counted as a private pledge of lifelong devotion. But she knew his heart, and at the very least she could never accept another man. If Wei Zhao truly could not pull through this time, she would rather spend the rest of her life alone.
Those scant two weeks of memory were filled with warmth and sweetness. At last Leng Leng let out a long, heavy breath and murmured softly to herself: "I only hope he's as formidable as he claims. 'A match for any martial artist'—you'd better not have been boasting this time, or I'll have cause to resent you for the rest of my life."
In the Shennongjia forest, Fei Yangnian limped through the dense woods, dragging two corpses behind him. Had an ordinary man done such a thing, he would long since have been wanted a hundred times over by the secular world. Fortunately he was, after all, an expert of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage; wounded as he was, he still had his strength, and along the way he had deliberately taken some pains to cover his tracks. Only thus had he avoided stirring up a great uproar.
"Damn it all! I should have just stolen a plane and flown!" Fei Yangnian killed a mountain leopard that had been drawn by the smell of blood, casually, then flung the two corpses to the ground, cursing, and dropped himself down beside them, gasping for breath in great gulps.
Though an expert of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, his injuries were, after all, not light—and he had been dragging two corpses on foot through the deep mountains and dense forests of Shennongjia. Eating in the wind and sleeping in the dew had left him utterly worn out.
The earlier stretch of the journey had been manageable enough. Before entering Shennongjia, he had commandeered an off-road vehicle on the road and driven it hell-for-leather all the way from Xima City to the borders of Huxi Province. Driving was a thing ordinary people needed time to learn properly, but to a powerful cultivator like him it was nothing worth mentioning. So long as one had a quick mind, a few glances were enough to master it.
So the journey had gone well enough—so long as he took a little care to avoid the traffic police and the like, there was no great problem. But no off-road vehicle, however fine, could be driven into Shennongjia. Unless one truly flew a helicopter in, Fei Yangnian's only choice was to go on foot. Had he never known the convenience of a car, that would have been one thing; but now, to be made to do this again was simply killing him.
Still, on second thought, commandeering an off-road vehicle was no great matter—the owner, knocked unconscious and dumped in a ravine, would not be getting out for a while. But if he really went and stole a helicopter, never mind whether there was any private helicopter to be stolen, and never mind whether he could fly it once he had; even if none of that were a problem, it would absolutely have been a sensational incident. The authorities would have been hunting him across the whole world—how could he possibly have been left to fly it into Shennongjia at his leisure?