Chapter 69: Days of Solitary Guarding

Feng Zi brandished his Fist Technique; a full day and night had already passed.

During this time, Qing Lin had even learned the set of Fist Technique he had been practicing.

Finally, when the time arrived at the second day as the sun rose once more.

Perhaps because the baleful energy within his body had been worn away, or perhaps because the most dangerous stage had been endured—

Under Qing Lin's dumbfounded gaze, Feng Zi collapsed straight down in front of the campfire.

Qing Lin hurriedly stepped forward, discovering that he had merely fallen into a "deep sleep," yet the Qi and Blood Power within his body was becoming stronger with every passing moment.

After confirming Feng Zi was safe and sound, she finally let out a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, you finally got rid of that 'foreign object'..."

Seeing that he had finally overcome this most difficult hurdle, Qing Lin then turned her gaze toward the tiger demon carcass beside her.

On the third day, the tiger carcass beside the two of them had vanished without a trace, leaving only a pile of white bones.

Qing Lin sat beside Feng Zi, meticulously processing the few animal hides she had peeled off, looking helplessly at Feng Zi lying beside her:

"Feng Zi, when will you be able to wake up."

Compared to the Feng Zi who had just consumed the Qi and Blood Origin, his strength at this moment was already several times greater, and it was still growing even stronger.

But Feng Zi showed no signs of waking up, which made Qing Lin feel extremely anxious.

She took out a clean, damp cloth and gently wiped away the bloodstains that had long since caked onto Feng Zi's face.

Just like that, time arrived at the morning of the fourth day.

Bored to the extreme, Qing Lin even dug a large pit and buried all the remains of the vicious tiger inside.

But Feng Zi still showed no signs of waking—even though his strength had increased by quite a lot once again.

With nothing to do, Qing Lin recalled the Fist Technique Feng Zi had practiced, and to her surprise, she began to practice the punches in a decent manner:

Only after Feng Zi fell into a deep sleep did Qing Lin belatedly realize that, as it turned out... the days without him would actually be this boring.

Well, actually, she didn't know how to express this "empty" feeling either, and could only describe it using the sensations she was most familiar with.

"Feng Zi, wake up quickly." Qing Lin practiced the Fist Technique absent-mindedly, murmuring in her heart.

And then, time arrived at the fifth morning.

Having already practiced the imitated Fist Technique until it was as fluid as her own arm, Qing Lin soon felt weary and had no choice but to sit boredly in front of the campfire once again.

Feng Zi's bodily functions became active again, and his eyes showed slight tremors, but there was still no sign of him waking up.

Yet in Qing Lin's perception, several dozen people were gradually approaching this mountain.

Qing Lin, however, acted as if she were unaware, still just poking at the campfire in front of her with a branch, murmuring:

"That group of people... according to Feng Zi's way of putting it, they should be called 'those who come with ill intent,' I fear there is no way to persuade them with kind words.

"Oh, I forgot again, in this situation one must use a pseudonym, right, it should be 'Cun Xin'."

Just like that, another hour or two passed.

Surrounded by more than thirty Martial Artists, a seemingly honest-looking middle-aged man and a young man with eyes full of arrogance arrived before Qing Lin.

"Hmm, they look a bit more troublesome, but it's only 'a bit' of trouble; they are still far inferior to Feng Zi before he swallowed that heart."

Qing Lin glanced at the two of them, muttered a casual remark in her heart, then withdrew her gaze with a lack of interest and continued poking at the campfire in front of her.

In such a remote wilderness, to actually see such a beautiful woman, and the other party appeared to have no Qi and Blood Power at all!

The group of Martial Artists stared wide-eyed in an instant, looking at her face with greed.

Facing such a strange scene, the middle-aged Martial Master subconsciously frowned and retreated a few steps without leaving a trace.

But that young Martial Master walked forward, staring at Qing Lin without any restraint, and said haughtily:

"This young lady has quite the refined taste, bringing a bloody man who doesn't know if he's dead or alive to build a campfire in Zangyaoshan?

"If you were lucky enough to obtain the Qi and Blood Origin, I advise you to hand it over obediently, don't bring ruin upon yourself!"

The young Martial Master appeared to be a brainless fop who only knew of female beauty, but in reality, he hadn't forgotten the purpose of this trip at all.

Feng Zi was right after all; although it was a few days late, they were still found...

Looking at this group of aggressive people, Qing Lin sighed in her heart, also understanding that these kinds of people should not be persuaded to leave.

But considering her promise to Feng Zi, she still symbolically opened her mouth to persuade them:

"I don't know what this 'Qi and Blood Origin' you speak of is, but no matter what you are looking for, there is nothing you want in this mountain.

"I'll kindly advise you to leave now; I will just pretend I never saw you."

Hearing this, the young Martial Master laughed: "Haha, with a beauty like you here, I can't just pretend I didn't see anything.

"Besides, whether there is anything... it's not up to you to say; I'll know once I search."

Having said that, the man waved his hand and shouted: "Do it! Keep the woman, just kill that man."

They wanted to kill Feng Zi?

Hearing this, a surging fury burned away all of Qing Lin's reason—

In her original plan, even if the other party didn't listen to her advice, she would at most beat them up and throw them off this mountain.

After all, Qing Lin remembered very clearly that Feng Zi did not like to kill the innocent indiscriminately, so she did not want to make Feng Zi unhappy.

But when she heard they wanted to lay a hand on Feng Zi, only one thought remained in Qing Lin's mind:

They were a menace threatening Feng Zi!

No one knew what had happened, or rather, the Martial Artists present could not see what happened at all.

In just an instant, they saw a gust of azure wind swirl up before them.

When those two Martial Masters smelled a burst of clear, sweet fragrance, the Martial Artists they led had already collapsed to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, with no life left in them!

"This, what kind of monster is this?!" Looking at this incomprehensible scene, the young Martial Master was already scared out of his wits.

But before he could flee in a panic, Qing Lin had already arrived before him without a sound.

The next moment, that Martial Master's limbs were broken, and he collapsed helplessly to the ground.

The reason she did not kill the other party was because Qing Lin wanted to keep these two seemingly leader-like fellows for Feng Zi to interrogate.

Everything happened so quickly that it was only when the intense pain surged into the young Martial Master's heart that he let out a shrill, miserable scream.

Upon hearing this scream, Qing Lin's face instantly turned deathly pale:

She was worried about only one thing—and that was that Feng Zi's cultivation would be disturbed!

In her urgency, Qing Lin's body took action a step ahead:

She kicked out, breaking the young Martial Master's jaw.

Everything happened so quickly that by the time the middle-aged Martial Master realized what was happening, Qing Lin had already arrived before him.

At this very moment, that seemingly simple and honest middle-aged Martial Master already understood that he had provoked a terrifying existence he should not have touched, and cold sweat had long since soaked his face.

Yet, the other party still racked his brains, wanting to plot a path to survival for himself: "Miss, I did not give the order, could you spare my life?"

Hearing this excuse, the anger in Qing Lin's eyes did not diminish in the slightest, but instead grew even more intense: "Too late, you are also an accomplice!"

Having said that, she broke the other party's four limbs with extreme speed.

To prevent the previous accident from happening again, before the middle-aged Martial Master could let out a scream, Qing Lin casually picked up a tree branch and stuffed it into the other party's mouth.