Chapter 246: Rumors About Ye Jinghong

Long Bad Dao winced in pain, clutched his back and shouted, gritting his teeth.

"Lie still, don't move; if you move again the injury will worsen, and you'll be the one Crying."

Jiang Feng glanced at him, and said irritably.

Long Bad Dao, upon hearing that, immediately showed a wary expression.

"Jiang Feng, although I know I'm tall and handsome, dazzling countless maidens, you still must not plot against me while I'm injured!"

"I tell you, I intend to keep my chastity like jade for Meng Qiu Xianzi, so don't even think of making a move on me!"

As soon as those words were spoken, Jiang Feng's forehead instantly filled with black lines.

He could tell, this Long Bad Dao is a real joker; even injured like this, he still has the mind to joke.

Jiang Feng, too lazy to waste words, flicked his finger quickly, landing precisely on Long Bad Dao's Mute Acupoint.

"Um! Um um!"

Long Bad Dao instantly could not make any sound, could only stare wide‑eyed, and let out a whine as protest.

Jiang Feng, expressionless, withdrew his hand, too lazy to heed his protest.

Immediately after, Jiang Feng sat cross‑legged at the bedside, and his palm instantly gathered a gentle Golden True Qi.

He gently placed his palm on Long Bad Dao's chest, slowly channeling the Qi into Long Bad Dao's body.

This Qi was exceedingly gentle, flowing slowly along Long Bad Dao's Meridians.

Long Bad Dao at first wore a puzzled expression, but as the Qi surged in, his facial expression gradually changed.

He looked at Jiang Feng's focused profile, his eyes full of gratitude.

He still didn't get it, Jiang Feng is using his own Qi to Healing his Injury.

Jiang Feng's palm moved slowly, from chest to abdomen, then to the limbs and bones, carefully combing each spot with Qi.

Suddenly, Long Bad Dao's complexion shifted slightly.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of black clotted blood erupted from his Mouth, splashing onto the Ground.

Jiang Feng, seeing this, immediately withdrew his palm.

"Alright."

Jiang Feng said lightly.

"The accumulated clotted blood inside you has been expelled, and the damage to the Meridians has temporarily stabilized."

"In a moment I'll have someone brew a Decoction for you; drink it while hot, and you should recover enough."

As soon as those words were spoken, Long Bad Dao's eyes instantly lit up.

The thing he feared most was that the severe Injury would cause him to miss the exploration of the Wu Zun Ruins.

Long Bad Dao, excited, wanted to shout, but as soon as he opened his Mouth he remembered his Mute Acupoint was still pressed, so he could only frantically blink, making various mouth shapes toward Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng, watching his flailing, shook his head helplessly.

This guy truly forgets the pain once the scar heals.

He reached out and, in passing, released his Mute Acupoint.

"Jiang Feng! I love you to death!"

As soon as the Mute Acupoint was released, Long Bad Dao shouted excitedly.

Hearing that, Jiang Feng's forehead instantly filled with black lines; he began to regret having saved this guy.

"If you can't speak, then shut your Mouth!"

"Take good care of your Injury; the Decoction I will have someone deliver."

After speaking, Jiang Feng turned and walked toward the exit, casually closing the door.

As Jiang Feng stepped out of the room, after only a few steps, a familiar hoarse voice came from the end of the Corridor.

"Little madman, why are you running so fast?"

Hearing those three words, Jiang Feng's steps abruptly halted, the calm on his face vanished, replaced by a hint of helplessness.

He slowly turned, looking toward the figure at the end of the Corridor.

Ye Jinghong stood with hands behind his back, at the foot of the Corridor, watching Jiang Feng, his face bearing a half‑smile.

Jiang Feng quickened his pace forward, his complexion darkening slightly.

"Old Ye, there were many people earlier, I gave you face and didn't argue. If you dare call me 'little madman' again, do you think I'll fight you?"

This nickname was given to him by Ye Jinghong when he was a child.

All these years later, Ye Jinghong still likes to call him that; each time he hears those three words, Jiang Feng feels a tingling on his scalp.

Ye Jinghong, upon hearing that, stroked his beard and burst into hearty laughter.

"You kid, now you're really getting more unruly, daring to threaten elders? Back in the Lingnan Sword Sect, you sneaked into my Sword Tomb, broke three of my treasured swords; why didn't you show such Hard‑spiritedness back then?"

Recalling those old events, Jiang Feng's aged face flushed slightly.

"Those are childhood matters, why bring them up?"

The people present didn't know that Jiang Feng's relationship with Ye Jinghong was far closer than it appeared.

Ye Jinghong and Jiang Feng's master Xuan Yuan Zhenren had been close friends for decades.

The two were both master and friend, with deep bonds.

Jiang Feng had cultivated under Xuan Yuan Zhenren since childhood, often being taken by his master to visit the Lingnan Sword Sect.

It could be said that Ye Jinghong watched him grow up, treating him as his own.

When Jiang Feng was fifteen, he spent half a year at the Lingnan Sword Sect, learning swordsmanship from Ye Jinghong.

Ye Jinghong taught him generously without reservation; although there was no formal apprenticeship, their relationship was already comparable to master and disciple.

It was precisely because of this bond that Ye Jinghong had unhesitatingly stepped in to help Jiang Feng earlier.

Ye Jinghong looked at Jiang Feng's embarrassed expression, couldn't help but Laughter, and no longer teased him.

He turned the edge of his words, his Tone becoming a few degrees more serious.

"Alright, no more jokes. How are you? Just now you clashed hard with the Heavenly Remnant Daoist, no Injury, right?"

Jiang Feng shook his head.

"It's fine, he is Too Weak."

"You kid, just Mouth Hard…"

Ye Jinghong Laughter cursed a line, but still put his mind at ease.

But after thinking, Ye Jinghong still couldn't help but speak.

"That Heavenly Remnant Daoist, do you need Uncle Ye to help you eliminate him?"

"He entered Wu Zun Ruins This Time, just to seek the chance to breakthrough the Heavenly Human Realm. Once he succeeds in the breakthrough, I'm afraid he won't be satisfied and stop peacefully."

Ye Jinghong truly considered Jiang Feng's well‑being.

The Heavenly Remnant Daoist harbors bone‑deep hatred for Jiang Feng; this Time he failed to kill Jiang Feng, so he definitely won't stop peacefully.

If he breaks through the Heavenly Human Realm, the first thing he'll look for is Jiang Feng's trouble.

Jiang Feng heard this, but gently shook his head.

"No need, just a Lao Zamao, I can handle it myself, no need you to intervene."

He is not Arrogance, but has absolute confidence in his own strength.

Although the Heavenly Remnant Daoist is a Half-step Celestial Being, after the recent duel Jiang Feng has already figured out his details.

Even if the Heavenly Remnant Daoist truly breakthroughs the Heavenly Human Realm, Jiang Feng is confident he can fight him!

Ye Jinghong heard this, shook his head, his face full of None, but did not continue to persuade.

He knows Jiang Feng's character too well; this kid has been stubborn since childhood, once he decides on something, even ten oxen can't pull him back.

But this kid never acts with None aim; since he says he can handle it, he must be sure.

Ye Jinghong looked at Jiang Feng, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

This kid, grown up, his wings hardened, already can stand on his own.

But at this moment, Jiang Feng frowned slightly in puzzlement.

"You came all the way Here to wait for me; isn't it just to ask whether I should eliminate the Heavenly Remnant Daoist?"

Ye Jinghong heard Jiang Feng's words, and his face Immediately showed a sly malicious smile.

He leaned close to Jiang Feng, lowering his voice.

"Speak, what exactly is your relationship with that little girl from Qingxiao Sect?"