Chapter 1187: Chapter 1187: A Stroke of Luck Amidst Misfortune
The elder was adept with both the sword and the knife; he had studied many blades manuals and practiced numerous sword techniques, truly a figure at the master level.
Especially when wielding the Hidden Dragon Sword, his moves were exceptionally powerful.
For instance, the move he executed now is a knife technique with a beautiful name: Long River Sunset!
The long sword spun in a circle, descending from above, and combined with the powerful Inner Strength, its destructive power was astonishingly extreme!
Bam!
The Hidden Dragon Sword struck down, a dull thud followed, yet no blood splattered again this time!
The elder frowned, stared intently, but there was no person in sight. Only a blue talisman lay below his feet, now ignited with an unknown flame, half-burned.
The elder almost stamped his feet in anger. What on earth was this old man? Even possessing a Substitute Talisman?
The Hidden Dragon Sword had struck merely a substitute conjured by the talisman; once the substitute was destroyed, the talisman naturally ignited.
Just then, the elder heard a coughing sound not far away, but the dense fog obscured his vision, all he could see was a vague shape.
However, from the sound, it seemed unmistakably like that wretched Kun Yun!
It seemed this Substitute Talisman was indeed connected to that rascal. When the talisman was destroyed, his body would also suffer some damage, though not fatal, it would deplete his Spiritual Qi significantly, requiring some time to recuperate.
Would the Martial Sect elder miss this opportunity to strike a man when he’s down?
Certainly not, he rushed forward with his sword.
But once there, he discovered this cunning old menace had also set traps around, with three consecutive Detonator Talismans. Though they didn’t kill the Martial Sect elder, they left him with considerable internal injuries. The greatest loss was allowing that old scoundrel to escape!
After this ordeal, the elder deeply realized the extent of this old man’s cunning. Even when he had escaped, the elder dared not relax his guard, wary of some other bizarre trap. Even the fog— the Martial Sect elder dared not inhale too deeply; if it were poisonous, he’d have nowhere to voice his grievances!
Not long afterward, the pervasive fog slowly dispersed, and Mao Lulu’s moonlight shone down once more.
The elder finally realized he had lost his sense of direction within the fog; at present, he was still a short distance from Lin Tian.
He glanced back and saw the area was in disarray, most startlingly, a large patch of blood by the roadside— all of it Wang Sicong’s blood. His body had vanished mysteriously, as had Wang Sijing.
Most likely, they were taken by that rascal Kun Yun.
Yet, to his surprise, the Thousand Jin Rock blade remained lodged in the ground; it seemed Kun Yun had no time to retrieve it, and given the blade’s weight, it was unsuitable for carrying during escape.
Inserting the Hidden Dragon Sword into its sheath, the elder pulled out the Thousand Jin Rock and examined it under the moonlight, uttering astonished clicks of his tongue occasionally.
Indeed, this treasured blade of the Wang Family lived up to its fame. Though the blade was worn and battered, it felt exceedingly cold to the touch, and when Inner Strength flowed along the blade, there was a faint illusion of becoming one with it.
Fastening this treasured blade to his belt, the elder turned towards Lin Tian and Xu Xianrong, certainly, he couldn’t just leave them stranded in the wilds.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind him, instinctively he gripped the Hidden Dragon Sword on his back, warily turning around.
However, it was not Kun Yun he saw, but the little girl from the Xu Family. Then he remembered, this lass seemed to have been in the carriage earlier.
"Elder?"
While the Martial Sect elder scrutinized Miaoqiu, Miaoqiu appeared dumbfounded, she hadn’t expected to encounter him here.
"Haha, lass, long time no see, but it seems you came late. Your man and aunt have suffered quite some wounds." The elder chuckled, casually relaying the situation, but within the words, Miaoqiu sensed the peril.
Her charming gaze fell on Lin Tian and Xu Xianrong lying on the ground, instantly frightened, her face turned pale.
"Don’t worry, they’re still breathing."
Miaoqiu breathed a long sigh of relief, slightly at ease.
"Where did you go earlier? Why only appear now?" The elder asked angrily, masking a hint of discontent; nobody would appreciate a deserter.
Miaoqiu also sensed the elder’s displeasure, patiently explained, "Lin Tian’s friend was drugged with an aphrodisiac by Wang Sicong, the effect was strong. I helped dispel it with Spiritual Qi, the intensity of the drug caused the delay. Besides the aphrodisiac, she’s also poisoned and remains unconscious."
After her explanation, the elder’s misunderstanding towards Miaoqiu was resolved, yet he showed no intention to apologize.
"My master’s friend? She must be quite the pretty lass?"
"Mm." Miaoqiu nodded, "Very pretty, a big star."
"Ah, my master’s romantic affairs are so prosperous, you should manage it well, I wouldn’t want to in my old age, acknowledge a group of young girls as my master’s wives! Even if you don’t feel awkward, my old face feels thoroughly embarrassed."
Miaoqiu chuckled lightly; she indeed wanted to see such a scene, it would certainly be interesting.
"Let’s discuss that later, I wish to take Lin Tian’s friend back to Luoyan Dock, her poison must be cured."
"That’s logical, but I think we should seek the Tang Family’s help, they specialize in poison, who better to approach for an antidote?"
...
In a haze, Lin Tian felt a wave of heat before gradually waking up.
His throat was parched, yearning for a glass of iced cola, or spring water at room temperature would suffice.
But when he attempted to sit up, a searing pain erupted in his chest, causing him to break into a sweat and collapse back, gasping heavily.
Only then did he recall battling Wang Sijing prior to his blackout, eventually falling behind due to a lack of Spiritual Qi, and his chest was slashed by that peculiar stone knife.
Most likely, it was that strike which caused such severe injuries.
"Darn it, I survived... haha..."
Lin Tian chuckled foolishly, truly a fortunate misfortune.
Glancing at the ceiling, he could identify the ornate overhead resembling the coffered ceilings of ancient architecture, indicating he was now in a room within Luoyan Dock.
It seemed the wretched Martial Sect brat finally arrived. Had he been any later, Lin Tian might have had to report to Yama Hall!
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