Chapter 81 Severe Injury

Lin Xing gritted his teeth, gathering his energy for a desperate sprint!

Lin Xing was in bad shape now—his left shoulder was shattered, and he had suffered severe internal injuries on top of his previous wounds, compounding the damage. Although the Nine Yang Divine Art was incredibly miraculous, it couldn’t instantly repair such severe trauma.

So, for now, Lin Xing could only flee. He needed to shake off his pursuers before he could safely recover.

“After him!” Akas roared, taking the lead in the chase. The beautiful woman and the others quickly followed.

Lin Xing stopped the bleeding from his left shoulder, fully activated his divine art, and diverted a strand of Zhen Qi to suppress his internal injuries while channeling energy to sprint desperately, trying to lose the Divine Wind Sect trackers.

“Kid, you can’t escape!” Akas’s thunderous voice echoed from behind. Lin Xing glanced back and saw Akas shooting toward him like an arrow.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Xing channeled his energy once more, boosting his speed another notch as he raced toward the mountains.

Lightly leaping onto a tree, he tapped the branch with his toes, propelling himself forward like a soaring bird, instantly covering several zhang before landing on another tree and leaping again. In a short while, he had left Akas behind.

Akas chased after him, howling in frustration, “Kid, once I catch you, you’ll be sorry!” However, speed was Akas’s weakest suit. Even at his best, he couldn’t match Lin Xing’s pace. Now, though Lin Xing was injured, his desperate sprinting kept his speed nearly the same as usual.

The woman wasn’t slow either, but she didn’t dare chase Lin Xing alone, having witnessed his ferocity firsthand. She had no intention of throwing her life away. As for the others, they were even worse off, already panting heavily.

“Tenth Guardian? Did he get away?” the woman asked Akas, who had stopped chasing.

Akas was seething with anger. He had the advantage, yet Lin Xing still managed to escape! The thought alone infuriated him.

“We’ll let the kid live for now!” Akas said resentfully.

He waved his hand. “Let’s head back.”

“Head back? What about that Lin Xing?” the woman asked urgently.

“What about him!” Akas glared at her, and she immediately fell silent, afraid the hot-tempered man might strike her. That would be a senseless way to die, especially since he was already fuming.

“I shattered his shoulder and gave him severe internal injuries, plus my power damaged his body from within. He probably won’t last long. We’ll go back, send more people to search. He’s definitely nearby—he can’t have gone far. We’re too short-handed right now.” Akas had absolute confidence in his punch.

Even a Saint Level expert would be severely injured or worse if they took his full-force punch head-on, let alone someone like Lin Xing, who hadn’t even reached Saint Level. Akas was utterly confident about Lin Xing’s fate.

But what Akas didn’t realize was that Lin Xing was different from others—because he possessed the extraordinary Nine Yang Divine Art.

After shaking off Akas’s pursuit, Lin Xing continued sprinting for another hour, weaving through the mountains in circles to ensure Akas and his group couldn’t track him. Once certain, he roughly determined the direction and gritted his teeth as he raced southward.

Now, healing was his top priority. As he ran, Lin Xing felt his internal injuries being slowly repaired by the Nine Yang Divine Art, but the recovery speed was nowhere near enough. Moreover, his desperate sprinting only aggravated his wounds.

Feeling his injuries worsening and his shoulder throbbing with intense pain, Lin Xing bit the tip of his tongue. “Don’t you dare pass out! I have to find a place to heal!” He was still worried Akas might catch up.

Suddenly, Lin Xing’s vision went dark. His head felt heavy, and his consciousness began to blur. He shook his head, trying to stay alert, and just then, he spotted a small thatched hut in the distance.

That was his last thought before losing consciousness. Then, his mind went blank, and he tumbled from his sprinting state, crashing to the ground with a “thud,” startling many birds in the forest.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when Lin Xing finally awoke from the darkness. As soon as he regained consciousness, he realized he was lying on a bed, but he didn’t open his eyes immediately. In an uncertain situation, safety came first.

Lin Xing first checked his injuries. Hmm. The broken bones in his left shoulder had been set, and his internal injuries were almost fully healed thanks to the miraculous recovery power of Nine Yang True Qi. He then examined his Zhen Qi and found that, although it hadn’t increased or broken through, it had become much more refined. A breakthrough wasn’t far off.

It seemed he hadn’t been captured by enemies. Lin Xing slowly opened his eyes and heard a hoarse, aged voice say, “Young man, you’re finally awake?”

Lin Xing sat up and saw an old man in gray clothes not far from him. “Elder, did you save me? Thank you for saving my life!” he said gratefully.

The old man chuckled. “No need for thanks. I didn’t do much—you saved yourself.” Lin Xing wasn’t surprised by the old man’s words, as he deeply understood the wonders of the Nine Yang Divine Art.

“But if you hadn’t carried me inside and spared me from lying exposed in the wilderness, I might have been eaten by some wild beast while unconscious,” Lin Xing replied, still grateful.

“By the way, what Cultivation Method are you practicing? Its recovery power is astonishing,” the old man suddenly asked.

Lin Xing was taken aback, feeling a bit hesitant. Seeing his dilemma, the old man smiled. “If it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to say. This old man was just being nosy. Oh, my surname is Wang. You can call me Wang Lao.”

Within a few days, Lin Xing had grown familiar with Wang Lao. He learned that Wang Lao was a recluse, now living alone in the deep mountains, hunting and enjoying a leisurely life. As for what Wang Lao did in the past, he didn’t say, and Lin Xing didn’t press. He only knew that Wang Lao’s strength was quite impressive, having reached the level of a Great Sword Master.

“By the way, from what you said, you were driven to this state by the Divine Wind Sect, right?” Wang Lao asked.

Lin Xing nodded and recounted some of the earlier events.

“I never thought the Divine Wind Sect would go this far,” Wang Lao snorted.

“So, what are your plans now?” Wang Lao inquired.

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Xing’s eyes as he said solemnly, “Destroy the Divine Wind Sect! But I don’t have the strength for that yet.” He spoke with regret. “For now, I can only target some of their branch halls.”

“Indeed, with your current strength, destroying them is impossible. As for their branch halls, you could give it a try. If it doesn’t work, retreat early! I do have some information about the distribution of their halls,” Wang Lao said, dropping a bombshell.

“Really?” Lin Xing couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy. He had just been worrying about how to find them, and now he had a lead.