Chapter 125: Severely Injured Person

Cheng Feng walked with steady steps, stepping into that dark, gloomy, and damp dungeon. Every step he took emitted a crisp echo, as if declaring his inner determination to the world.

His gaze was focused and sharp, like two bolts of lightning cutting through the darkness, illuminating the path ahead. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: find Xu Le and clarify the matters concerning his sister. If the time dragged on too long, what he would face next might be a purge by the Green Bamboo Gang.

In this place where endless darkness and dampness intertwined, an almost invisible shadow followed quietly behind him like a ghost.

This black shadow appeared and disappeared under the faint, yellowish light, just like a phantom hiding in the depths of the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to act. It skillfully followed Cheng Feng's pace, always maintaining just the right distance.

Those eyes hidden in the darkness were like two cold stars, locking firmly onto Cheng Feng's back, as if searching for some fleeting opportunity.

Gradually, Cheng Feng drew closer and closer to the place where Xu Le was imprisoned. Finally, he stood still before that tightly shut cell door, took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and shoved the heavy door open.

The cell was dim, with only a faint beam of light filtering in through the crack in the door. Xu Le sat in the corner, his face pale and haggard.

Cheng Feng walked into the cell, his gaze fixed directly on Xu Le. He opened his mouth and asked, "Xu Le, why hasn't your sister come to save you until now?" His voice echoed in the empty cell, carrying a trace of urgency and doubt.

Xu Le raised his head, looking at Cheng Feng, a flash of complex emotions crossing his eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and low: "I don't know."

Cheng Feng said indifferently, "I don't care whether your sister is dead or not, but I am certain that there is no one behind you, so your time of death has arrived. What you have relied on to live until now, both you and I know clearly. If there is anything else you haven't confessed, I won't be polite."

Just as the two were talking, that eerie shadow suddenly moved! It was like an incredibly agile leopard, pouncing toward Cheng Feng with lightning speed!

However, no sooner said than done, just as that black shadow was about to touch Cheng Feng's body, a chilling cold light suddenly flashed! A cold glint flashed at Cheng Feng's waist, and an incredibly sharp dagger unsheathed like lightning, shooting straight toward the shadow's heart!

In an instant, a blood-curdling scream resounded throughout the entire dungeon! After suffering a heavy blow, the shadow fell heavily to the ground. Cheng Feng turned around quickly, his gaze as cold as a blade, staring fixedly at the shadow sprawled on the ground, a bone-chilling, fierce glint flickering in his eyes.

The corners of Cheng Feng's mouth lifted slightly, and he said coldly, "Hmph, I have long known you were lurking here for some time, but I never expected you to be so incredibly foolish as to dare to strike rashly here! However, I am curious: with you not even masking the smell of blood, what exactly were you planning to do?"

As it turned out, Cheng Feng had been alert before stepping into this dungeon, knowing full well that hidden dangers lurked here. Therefore, he had specifically brought a dagger with him for self-defense in case of an emergency.

The reason he had failed to detect the shadow's trail just now was entirely because he had been wholeheartedly focused on talking to Xu Le.

But once he felt the abnormal aura coming from behind, Cheng Feng immediately became alert and made the corresponding counter-attack.

Hearing the commotion in the dungeon, the Hong Sect disciples ran over quickly. Seeing the person in black in front of Cheng Feng, Cheng Feng nodded, and the disciples who ran over quickly tied the person to a stool.

Once everything was settled, they cupped their hands and went back out.

Anyone capable of exchanging blows with the Sect Master at this time was certainly no ordinary person. The confidentiality orders during training had also warned: "Don't bring eyes, don't bring ears, don't bring a mouth; only bring your hands to work and get things done."

Looking at the person in black before him, who was exuding a thick, bloody scent, Cheng Feng's eyes turned cold, and he decided to do it himself to uncover the veil on their face.

When the black veil slowly fell, what appeared before Cheng Feng was a stunning face. That face was delicate and cold, with well-defined, carved-like features. The dark eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the skin, white as snow, exuded a unique charm; it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Cheng Feng secretly confirmed in his heart that this must be Xu Miao. But how could she have become such a miserable sight?!

Xu Le widened his eyes, looking at his sister, who was weak and had already been knocked unconscious by Cheng Feng. His mood was exceptionally complex—both agitated and remorseful. He was agitated that his sister had actually risked coming to rescue him; he was remorseful that now both of them had fallen into Cheng Feng's hands, and if they were not careful, they might lose their lives.

The expression on Xu Le's face kept changing. Cheng Feng took all of this in, and he already had a plan in mind.

He turned his gaze toward Xu Miao, noticing that her injuries were quite severe. Thus, Cheng Feng reached out and gently placed his hand on Xu Miao's wrist, wanting to test her true strength.

Upon contact, he felt that Xu Miao's pulse was steady and powerful, her Qi and Blood were refined and solid, and her breathing was long and deep; she clearly possessed at least the cultivation realm of the Blood Refining Late Stage.

Yet according to Xu Le's description, his sister had left for her mission completely unscathed before.

Now, she was in such a state of being critically wounded and dying.

Cheng Feng felt a bit ashamed, and also a bit fearful.

If she had broken into the Hong Sect single-handedly, wouldn't it have been like mowing down grass?

And what kind of strength did the person who could injure Xu Miao possess?

The somewhat lax soul in Cheng Feng's heart was instantly alerted.

It was not yet time for him to rest.

If he really encountered trouble, even the Blood Refining Late Stage would have to kneel.

Xu Miao's state had sounded an alarm for Cheng Feng!

Admittedly, she was beautiful, but without sufficient strength for self-preservation, she would still perish.

Cheng Feng wished he could go back to the Cheng Mansion immediately to exercise with the women.

However, the two people appearing before him at this very moment made Cheng Feng feel somewhat indecisive and hesitant.

Thus, Cheng Feng decided to first send his subordinates to find a doctor, while he himself would not go anywhere tonight and would just guard Xu Miao.

It had to be said that even Cheng Feng himself had to admit that, facing such an Xu Miao, he was indeed a little bit moved.

He had originally thought that since Xu Le was unremarkable in appearance, his sister probably wouldn't look much better, but the reality was the exact opposite—Xu Miao was born so beautiful and moving; she was a truly pitiful and beautiful woman!

It was just a pity that Xu Miao was also a rose covered in thorns.

If one were accidentally pricked, the consequences would be unimaginable... especially if, in the event he succeeded first, Xu Miao's strength recovered to its former power, then he would be the one suffering the misfortune.

Cheng Feng muttered to himself: strength, strength, and more strength.

He resolutely placed a hand on the unconscious Xu Miao.

Don't overthink it; he was just checking to see if she still had any hidden weapons or poisons on her.

Besides, giving a rose to someone leaves a lingering fragrance, right!