The old Taoist nodded.

"The Martial God had good judgment back then, Yang Fei certainly is a remarkable person."

The two talked while walking towards the top of the dam.

The old Taoist walked to the unconscious Feng Cai'er and showed a bit of approval.

"This girl has good potential, but her injuries are severe: her organs are shattered, her bones are broken."

"If I don't save her, she will surely die."

Afu laughed and spat at the old Taoist.

"You've already taken in one female disciple, you still want to take in another?"

The old Taoist ignored him, carefully examining Feng Cai'er's injuries.

Finally, he stood up, his expression turning very bitter.

"You're right, I'm definitely taking this female disciple."

He said, lifting Feng Cai'er, holding an oiled paper umbrella, and swaying as he walked away.

"Damn, you have to use Spiritual Origin Qi to save her, isn't that risking your own life? Don't forget the power of God Devouring..."

Afu said, but the old Taoist ignored him and left on his own.

"Damn, are you listening to me?"

Afu spat and cursed behind the old Taoist, then followed him.

Not long after the two old men had left, Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi finally reached the dam at Qinglong Reservoir.

The rain was still pouring, and the explosives planted by the Puppet King had scared Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi out of their wits.

Yang Fei quickly removed the explosives.

Finally, he found the Puppet King's corpse on the mountain peak.

Both of them were stunned.

Yang Fei's heart was pounding.

The Puppet King is dead, what about Feng Cai'er?

If something happened to Feng Cai'er, Yang Fei would never forgive himself.

Yang Fei, usually calm, now found his legs trembling.

It was only at this moment that he realized.

He had deep feelings for Feng Cai'er, this violent little police flower.

Liang Jiayi also knew trouble was brewing, and hastily called Feng Cai'er.

Fortunately, the phone was answered after a few rings.

Liang Jiayi's master, the old Taoist's calm and unhurried voice came through: "Crane Pine Observatory."

Liang Jiayi exclaimed with joy: "Master, so you were at Qinglong Reservoir."

The old Taoist spoke flatly: "Nonsense, if someone wanted to blow up Qinglong Reservoir, could I not come?"

"But how did you know..."

Liang Jiayi stared with wide eyes, utterly amazed.

Yang Fei, on the other hand, understood.

The Old Taoist's Martial Arts Realm was unfathomable.

Even he could sense danger with Turtle Extreme, so it was no problem for the Old Taoist.

Immediately, Yang Fei called Mad Blade to come and deal with the Puppet King's body.

He and Liang Jiayi then hurried to Crane Pine Observatory.

At Crane Pine Observatory, Feng Cai'er was still unconscious.

She lay on a bed in the side room, her face pale, her breathing shallow, nearly lifeless.

The old Taoist cleaned the silver needles one by one and put them back in the needle case.

He said calmly: "I used acupuncture to clear the clotted blood in her meridians."

"At the same time, I gave her a Minor Revival Pill to stabilize her life force."

Yang Fei knew the old Taoist was a mutant, and respectfully bowed to him.

"Thank you, senior, for your help. Without you, Feng Cai'er would have died because of me."

Saying this, Yang Fei felt deeply remorseful.

It was just a gut feeling of danger that made him send Feng Cai'er to check Qinglong Reservoir.

Who knew it nearly got her killed.

Liang Jiayi also felt extremely fortunate.

If it weren't for Yang Fei's half-dream suggestion to take the police to the reservoir.

The dam at Qinglong Reservoir could have collapsed, with floodwaters rushing down.

The entire Martial God Town could have been leveled.

Seeing Feng Cai'er so badly injured, Liang Jiayi was also very sad, her eyes turning red.

The old Taoist sighed softly: "This is also Feng Cai'er's calamity."

"But it is because of this calamity that I have the fate of becoming her master."

Yang Fei was overjoyed: "Does the Taoist Priest want to take Feng Cai'er as a disciple?"

The old Taoist smiled slightly: "Exactly."

Liang Jiayi cheered for Feng Cai'er: "That's great, from now on, I'm her senior sister."

The old Taoist carefully reset Feng Cai'er's broken bones.

He took out some homemade ointment from the observatory, applied it to her injuries, and bandaged her up.

Yang Fei watched this scene and felt relieved.

The old Taoist said calmly: "For the next few days, let Feng Cai'er stay here."

"I need to treat her with acupuncture daily. Once her condition stabilizes, you can take her to the hospital."

Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi both nodded.

Seeing it was getting late, they bid farewell to the old Taoist.

As Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi had just left.

The old Taoist suddenly coughed, blood spurting out like an arrow.

His body went limp, curling into a ball, his face fraught with pain.

At the same time, his bones cracked, his body seemed to be squeezed by invisible steel wires.

His Taoist robe, inflated by Essence Qi.

Boom!

The fragile Taoist robe exploded like a balloon.

And the old Taoist's emaciated body shrank even smaller, almost like a walnut.

His entire body was marked with dozens of black streaks.

The streaks writhed like snakes, converging towards his heart.

Clenching his fists, his teeth grinding audibly, yet he neither resisted nor cried out.

He watched the black streaks with an almost indifferent attitude.

His eyes filled with despair and pain.

Half an hour later, the black streaks finally disappeared.

But on his chest, a palm-sized mark appeared, resembling both a tattoo and a birthmark.

A closer look would reveal.

The mark was of a Golden Armored Heavenly God, with a fierce expression, exuding a fearsome aura.

The old Taoist panted, slowly crawling up and draping a new Taoist robe over himself.

At this moment, Afu entered the side room.

Afu wore a gloating smile.

"Old Taoist, the taste of God Devouring is unpleasant, isn't it? How many years of life do you have left after using the World's Qi this time?"

The old Taoist looked at the location of the fierce Heavenly God, and bitterly smiled.

"I'm afraid another use of Spiritual Origin Qi will cost me my life."

Afu proudly lifted his shirt.

"A thousand-year-old turtle lives ten thousand years, I have a longer life than you."

"In the past ten years, I have used Spiritual Origin Qi only a few times, unlike you, a God of Slaughter..."

At this point, the old Taoist's expression turned strange.

He looked at Afu's chest with a half-smile.

"Stop kidding yourself, you're not much better than me."

Afu looked down and immediately wailed.

"Damn, this goddamned God Devouring is on my chest too?"

"I never fought anyone before..."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, suddenly freezing.

"I get it. Last time in Zhonghai, I used Spiritual Origin Qi to save Yang Fei..."

The old Taoist sighed.

"We brothers have all fallen victim to God Devouring."

"These past few years, we've been so cautious, but I can't give up."

His expression turned determined.

"I can't die, you can't die, we have to wait together for the Martial God's return, unravel God Devouring, and fight a great battle."

Afu smiled wryly: "From now on, we can't fight anyone anymore."

"Old friend, if you die, I have no reason to live."

The old Taoist nodded: "Okay, I promise you."

Afu extended his hand, gripping the old Taoist's hand tightly.

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