"Watch out for the darts!"

"Ah, I missed, you got away fast."

Ling Zhenfei casually called out a few times, pretending he had thrown hidden weapons but hadn't injured Zhang Ying. Feeling that Zhang Ying had really left, Ling Zhenfei could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

Ling Zhenfei was truly exhausted. There wasn't a shred of spiritual power left in his body, and after completely depleting his spiritual power, the injuries on his body began to feel even worse.

Ling Zhenfei found it strange how long it had been without any hospital security showing up. Could it be that all of them had been knocked out by those two fake policemen? Otherwise, such a big commotion should have been noticed by now.

Having no other choice, Ling Zhenfei decided to call Bai Ling. After a few rings, Bai Ling answered the call, seemingly still half asleep and speaking wearily.

"Hello, what do you want? It's so early," Bai Ling said with a hint of irritation in her voice, unaware that Ling Zhenfei had narrowly escaped being killed while she was deep in sleep.

"Hurry to the hospital courtyard, I've been ambushed," Ling Zhenfei said, and after a few words, Bai Ling was clearly confused.

"What are you talking about? I was sleeping, why would I go outside the hospital? Huh, what, you were ambushed?" Bai Ling seemed to suddenly understand, and her voice increased significantly, now fully awake.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Zhenfei finally relaxed. The battle just now had truly been a close call; he had nearly met his end in a Modu hospital.

"I knew you must be injured, no one hit by my fist could be unscathed." As Ling Zhenfei was resting with his eyes closed, he suddenly heard a faint voice nearby.

Ling Zhenfei was startled and opened his eyes to look to the side, only to see Tu Gang lying on the ground, half turned towards him.

"Yes, I am indeed injured," Ling Zhenfei admitted, as there was no point in hiding or denying it at this point.

"Having been injured, how did you manage to burst out with such strong spiritual power just now?" Tu Gang asked in a low voice.

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Do you want to know?"

"Would you tell me?" Tu Gang was well aware of his limits.

"Of course, I could tell you, but there's a condition. Go on, tell me, what am I really worth?" The more they kept it from Ling Zhenfei, the more he wanted to know, which is why he kept pressing the issue,

"The more you want to know, the less I'm inclined to tell you. Looking at you now, you seem to be seriously injured. If any of our people were here, they could kill you with a single blow," Tu Gang said viciously, evidently not conceding.

"So what? If you have the guts, then come kill me," Ling Zhenfei said with a cheeky grin, watching Tu Gang struggle on the ground.

However, to his surprise, at that moment Tu Gang struggled to stand up, and as he did, he picked up a dagger and began to stagger toward Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei felt a shock in his heart. It was indeed true: what you fear the most is bound to happen. He never imagined that Tu Gang could still manage to stand up, such was the extraordinary effect of External Kung Fu on the body.

"Since you've come to kill me, can you at least tell me how much my head is worth?" Ling Zhenfei frantically tried to buy time, but Tu Gang wasn't fooled. He staggered over to Ling Zhenfei's side and slowly raised the dagger in his hand.

"You've always wanted to know the price on your head, so let me tell you, it's worth twenty million!"

As Tu Gang spoke, his dagger plunged towards Ling Zhenfei. Just then, a figure suddenly appeared beside him, holding a wooden stick, and struck Tu Gang on the head with it.

It had already been difficult for Tu Gang to get up, and after being hit with the stick, he was immediately smashed to the ground.

Ling Zhenfei knew for sure it was Bai Ling who had come. He didn't need to look; he could tell just by the scent.

Every woman has a scent, and each is very special. It's just that most people never notice. Even those who do may not be able to detect it. It's a matter of talent, and Ling Zhenfei was gifted in this way.

"Are you alright, no injuries?" Bai Ling, ditching the stick, asked Ling Zhenfei anxiously.

"I'm fine, just a bit injured. I'll be okay after resting for a couple of days."

Relieved to hear Ling Zhenfei was okay, Bai Ling turned to the others and asked, "Who are these people, and why do they want to kill you?"

"They're just people who want my head for the money. But you, you're really something, daring to go after someone's head with a stick?" In truth, Ling Zhenfei was quite surprised by Bai Ling's action just now.

Bai Ling laughed, "What's so great about that? Go and ask on the streets of the Provincial City, everyone knows Sister Ling. Forget about a stick, if he really made a move on you, believe me, I would've stabbed him with a knife."

Ling Zhenfei was startled. Bai Ling's way of talking and dealing with things was clearly that of a little tomboy, but after a thought, it made sense. Bai Ling's two brothers had indeed been through the wringer in the underworld, and after such a long time, it was obvious that they had influenced everything about Bai Ling. It wasn't wrong for her to look like a little tomboy; it's just that Bai Ling hadn't shown her domineering side during the time he had spent with her.

Bai Ling quickly called for the doctors and nurses in the hospital, and got Ling Zhenfei moved to a hospital room—the same one Bai Ling had been resting in. There, Ling Zhenfei lay on the bed to rest. But how could he be in the mood to rest? The first thing he needed to do was to cultivate, yet as soon as he tried, he realized the side effects of the Riming Flower he had consumed hadn't worn off yet, preventing him from mobilizing Spiritual Power to cultivate.

Since he could not cultivate, Ling Zhenfei delved into the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow to study its contents, looking for any Spiritual Medicine that could heal his injuries. At this point, it was critical for him, as he could not afford to be injured. If it were only him, he could take a few days to recover naturally, but Xiao Kunkun's illness could not be delayed. He had to find a way to heal as quickly as possible.

After finding a few types of Spiritual Medicine, Ling Zhenfei combined them according to the prescription and consumed them, hoping they would have the fastest effect.

After taking the medicine, Ling Zhenfei felt somewhat idle, as he was used to cultivating. Not cultivating for a whole night was indeed making him feel uncomfortable.

Looking at the contents inside the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow, compared to the beginning, there were many more objects inside—it had essentially become his portable storage. Apart from essential items, all the objects he had purchased were stored inside the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow. Ling Zhenfei saw the strange yellow cloth he had bought in the antique market, along with the incomplete Bronze.

He had already examined the yellow cloth but hadn't figured anything out. Only the old Bronze, which had been neglected in the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow since he bought it. Last time, when he used the Perspective Eye, he saw a strange seed inside the Bronze. Seizing the opportunity to have some time, Ling Zhenfei extracted the seed from the Bronze.

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