Chapter 29 - Entering Blackwind Mountain (2/2)
Yang Ming was furious and sent a palm attack. Zhuo Fan felt the power behind it but didn’t dodge, opting to take the strike with clenched teeth.
Bam!
Despite not using a martial art, the palm backed up by the power of an early Bone Tempering cultivator struck Zhuo Fan’s chest and sent him sprawling while coughing blood.
“Why did you attack if you refused him entry?” Lei Yuting yelled.
Zhuo Fan staggered to his feet after puking another mouthful of blood, “This old man can’t take too many hits. Miss, I’m sorry but I will have to refuse this deal. I should’ve known no good comes from dealing with bandits.”
“What did you say?”
Yang Ming was enraged and slapped again, but Lei Yuting stopped him.
“I invited him. If you want to hit him, you’ll have to go through me.”
“Humph, let him try for all I care. But if this healer makes the Master worse, he won’t leave this place alive.” Yang Ming flung his sleeve and walked out in anger.
Lei Yuting felt wronged and glared at Zhuo Fan, “It’s all your fault senior brother ignores me. I was a fool for believing you. There’s no way my caring senior brother could harm godfather.”
“Miss, didn’t your godfather teach you how to judge people?” Zhuo Fan wiped the blood from his mouth with a smile, “But this is perfect since he bought it.”
Lei Yuting was shocked, then doubtful.
“When you talk to someone, you don’t pay attention to what they speak but how they act.”
Zhuo Fan’s grinned evilly, “The reason he stopped me before was because he didn’t know of my level. Thanks to his palm strike, he gauged my strength was negligible and let me pass. You tell me if he’s caring or not.”
Lei Yuting replayed the early scene while leaving out Yang Ming’s words. All of his actions went according to Zhuo Fan’s conjecture. To the point that when he left, Yang Ming showed a faint smile to her.
[Can it be…]
Lei Yuting didn’t dare finish. If she did, her heart would be in too much pain and wouldn’t be able to stop herself from confronting Yang Ming. At that time, the two would break all relations.
Zhuo Fan patted her shoulder, “Come, take me to your godfather.”
“Damn swindler! It’s fine if you want to act but there’s no point in seeing him.” Lei Yuting could hardly reign her emotions.
Zhuo Fan smiled while shrugging nonplussed, “When you act, you need to be thorough. Moreover, the act hasn’t reached its climax.”
With the final word, Zhuo Fan walked forward and Lei Yuting followed.
As they passed, hundreds of eyes focused on them.
Lei Yuting felt uneasy from so many stares. What used to be eyes filled with respect, now held only wariness.
The two entered the Mountain Lord’s room and saw Yang Ming inside. He held a bowl of gruel, feeding the old man on the bed.
“Hack, I will hold you responsible for anything that happens to Master.”
Yang Ming smacked the bowl on the table and glared, then took a seat to the side to observe.
Zhuo Fan laughed inside as he inspected the patient.
When his fingers touched the old man’s wrist, he injected his Yuan Qi and what he saw stunned him. It was all clear to him now.
“He has no external wounds.” Zhuo Fan shook his head.
Yang Ming rolled his eyes and snorted, “Is there a need to even say it?”
“But neither… internal ones.”
Yang Ming’s eyes squinted and his hands tightened.
He judged the 4th layer Qi Condensation Zhuo Fan as having no skill to speak of, but reality proved him wrong.
Yang Ming’s killing intent spiked!
“If godfather isn’t injured, why can’t he move or speak?” Lei Yuting doubted Zhuo Fan’s diagnosis, thinking he was just putting on a show. [When you put up an act, try to make it believable.]
[How are you going to explain an immobilized Bone Tempering expert having no injuries?]
Zhuo Fan scratched his nose as he smiled, “This old man has concluded he has something foreign inside.”
Bam!
Yang Ming snapped the corner of the table while the old man on the bed glared at Zhuo Fan. He wanted to speak with such ardor but he was powerless to do so.
Yet his emotional gaze said it all…