Chapter 516: Could it really be that my father healed me?

Little Aunt, what's wrong?

Zhang Chengyong almost exerted all his strength, barely managing to catch up to the white lion; he was somewhat frightened by the lion's speed, and even more so, his pride from breaking through to the warrior realm was struck.

Previously.

He had achieved some success studying at the county martial arts hall, and came to Lion Ridge to hunt with his elder brother; although they dared not go deep into Lion Ridge, where rumors of monsters circulated.

Not to mention him, likely the whole Zhang Family Village, and even the villages near Lion Ridge, all know of it.

Unless one is desperate, no one would dare venture deep into Lion Ridge, even if their head were caught in a door.

It was one hunter after another near Lion Ridge, and even hunters from other places who disbelieved the rumors, who suffered bloody lessons, letting the people near Lion Ridge draw that conclusion.

They hadn't gone deep into Lion Ridge, but it was inevitable that fierce beasts would emerge from its interior, among them lions.

He and his elder brother had once jointly hunted and killed several lions, some of which were top-notch in fleeing speed, yet none could outrun him.

Compared to this white lion before him, it was literally a world of difference!

He realized that this white lion would make a fine mount; regardless of its combat ability, even if it were extraordinarily weak, just relying on its escape skill could save his life countless times, allowing him to escape from near-death situations.

While he envied the white lion, he didn't know whether it was because its head was caught in a door or because it had keen eyes, taking a liking to his newborn Wang Ping'an, despising him, running to rely on this little brat, fantasizing that someday he too could obtain a mount like that white lion.

Best if its speed surpasses that white lion!

Unexpectedly.

Suddenly hearing Zhang Guihua's wailing cries, he was startled and rushed out, looking up to see Zhang Guihua slumped in Wang Lin's arms, as if something unbearable had happened.

'Is it Sister Dongzhu, or has this brat Ping'an been attacked?'

Zhang Chengyong jumped, about to ask, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Liu Dongzhu unharmed, holding Wang Ping'an in her arms, and the words on his throat swallowed back.

'Is it Chengyong?'

Wang Lin had originally planned to first console the wailing Zhang Guihua, then go look for Zhang Chengyong, whether alive or dead—alive to see the person, dead to see the corpse—when he suddenly heard a familiar voice, turned his head, and saw a tense-faced Zhang Chengyong, and exclaimed joyfully:

'Old woman, stop crying—look, Chengyong hasn't he come back?'

'Nonsense, even if Chengyong hadn't met with misfortune, he should have been taken to Zhang Family Village or the Mountain God Temple; how could he possibly return...'

Zhang Guihua blurted out instinctively; before she could finish speaking, she turned her head and instantly saw Zhang Chengyong, the words on her lips swallowed back, her face full of undisguised joy, but before she could revel long, that joy was replaced by panic, her ashen face growing ever paler.

It seemed she had thought of something bad!

Zhang Guihua trembled, speaking softly: 'Chengyong, you, you, are you, are you coming back to tell Little Aunt your last words? If you have anything to say, just say it; as long as Little Aunt can do it, I will surely do it for you!'

Before she could finish, Zhang Guihua burst into tears.

Zhang Chengyong wore a strange expression, as if he didn't understand Zhang Guihua's words; Wang Lin said speechlessly:

'Guihua, what nonsense are you spouting? Chengyong is fine—what do you mean by last words? Are you just hoping something happens to him so you can be happy?'

'Old man, at this point are you still trying to fool me? Chengyong, whether he's hurt or not, I can still tell!'

Zhang Guihua spoke while tears streamed down, her whole body going limp in Wang Lin's arms, appearing especially weak, yet her gaze remained fixed on Zhang Chengyong, her eyes filled with an inability to accept, she wailed:

'Just now, just now Chengyong was clearly seriously injured, looking like he wouldn't live much longer; now look at him, aside from the blood all over his body, where does he look injured? He, he, he is nine out of ten likely departed the world, become a ghost to come say goodbye to me.' 'Little Aunt, you've misunderstood—I'm fine—no, I'm not dead.'

Zhang Chengyong gave a bitter laugh; he had originally been bewildered, not understanding what Zhang Guihua's earlier words meant, but hearing her now, he suddenly realized, about to explain, before he could finish speaking.

He was cut off by Zhang Guihua's wailing!

Liu Dongzhu carefully examined Zhang Chengyong; after a moment, the worry on her face was replaced by ease, she stepped forward and explained:

'Mother, you've misunderstood; Chengyong is fine, he hasn't departed the world—look, he still has a shadow, and in broad daylight, where would a ghost come from? Even if there were ghosts, they couldn't appear in broad daylight.'

'Not hurt?'

Zhang Guihua came to her senses, glanced at Zhang Chengyong, and saw as Liu Dongzhu said, he did have a shadow; according to elders, ghosts have no shadow, she let out a breath, but recalling Zhang Chengyong's earlier condition and comparing it to now, she couldn't help but question:

'Dongzhu, if Chengyong is still alive, how could he be unharmed? He was clearly seriously injured just a moment ago.'

'Mother, have you forgotten that my great-uncle is the Lion Ridge Mountain God!'

Saying this, Liu Dongzhu paused, then glanced again at Zhang Chengyong, seeing no sign of injury; if not for the blood on his clothes, perhaps no one would know he'd been hurt, she explained again:

'Those injuries he originally had were absolutely healed by my great-uncle!'

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'Really?'

Zhang Guihua's eyes lit up instantly, looking at Zhang Chengyong with anticipation, she said: 'Chengyong, were your earlier injuries truly healed by your father?'

'Was it healed by my father?'

Countless random thoughts flooded Zhang Chengyong's mind; he couldn't know who had healed his injuries.

He only knew that when he had just fallen from the white lion's back, a large amount of spiritual qi had surged from all directions.

Relying on that spiritual qi, he not only healed his injuries, but also made his cultivation progress by leaps and bounds.

From martial practitioner breaking through to warrior!

'Wait a moment—the place I was just in is within Lion Ridge's territory; the spiritual qi surging from all directions, no wonder it appeared on its own!'

A flash of inspiration crossed Zhang Chengyong's mind; he nodded and said solemnly: 'Little Aunt, Sister Dongzhu is right—these injuries of mine were healed by my father!'

Wang Ping'an's face instantly turned extremely strange.

'All good as long as he's unharmed, all good as long as he's unharmed!'

Zhang Guihua finally let out a breath; supported by Wang Lin, she approached Zhang Chengyong, carefully feeling him over, finding nothing abnormal, the little panic in her heart vanished instantly, and she then continued speaking:

'Your injury has only just healed; you should go rest. Why did you come back? Hurry back and rest!'

(End of chapter)