Chapter 313: Paid Life-Saving

Chapter 313: Paid for Life. Crackle. The fist resting on both knees of the desolate world suddenly clenched, the knuckles' explosive resonance answering Huang Chunjiao's words. "So the last task you asked me to do, Master, is related to the wild martial order?" "Correct." Huang Chunjiao nodded. "I heard that the new captain of the Jin Yi Wei in Doge Mountain City, who goes by the name 'Yan Jun,' is a wild martial order practitioner, and has reached the level of martial order stopping the blade?" The desolate world replied, "Correct. The Autumn Hawk of the desolate world died at his hands." "Then the information is accurate. I need you to bring him here!" "You want him alive?" "Yes!" Huang Chunjiao exhaled, his voice like thunder, "I will slice him into pieces under this yellow sky! I want to uncover all his secrets, to see why these people are called 'born for the moment'!" "Who is the new rising star, who is the remnant? It's never decided by others. If we are to be removed from history, then let us see whose fist is harder, whose sword is sharper!" Fierce flames raged, malevolent energy surged! "Actually, there's another possibility. These wild martial orders are the true catalyst for our rise! The new sequences that can grow rapidly in harsh environments—if their genes are integrated into our bodies, perhaps that is the true path to the rise of the martial order!" Huang Chunjiao's originally powerful voice, like a deep bell, suddenly became calm at this moment, as if he had just said it casually. But the desolate world knew his teacher too well. The more important the matter, the more the other's tone would be calm. Like in a life-or-death battle, the decisive sword that determines the outcome. The concealed killing intent was the true decisive hand! "I understand. I will bring him here as soon as possible, never delaying your arrangements, Master." The desolate world bowed again, his towering figure slowly rising, then turning and walking away from this dim room. Thud! When the heavy door closed again, only the sound of liquid flowing in the life-support tube remained on the platform. "Senior brother, do you think he still believes?" The raspy voice of the woman echoed in the dim light. "Whether he believes or not is irrelevant. This barbarian is just a dog we raised. He practiced our Yellow Heaven's technique, so he can never resist us." At this moment, Huang Chunjiao was expressionless, coldly saying, "The desolate world is a smart man. If he truly wants to control the desolate world family, he must send us away. But sending is easy, receiving is hard. Now I've given him such a good opportunity, he must grasp it tightly." "If we can catch that 'Yan Jun' wild martial order, perhaps his genes can heal our injuries!" Huang Chunjiao opened his palm, gazing at the liquid constantly churning beneath his skin. "Then, what's the harm in giving him a chance to live?" Bang! Five fingers formed a fist, squeezing the air in his palm into a thunderous crackle. Doge Mountain City, West Suburb Yamen. Li Jun stood in the yamen courtyard, one arm gripping a sword nearly his height, raising it like a spear from the Ming Dynasty's records. "This non-standard embroidered spring sword was handcrafted by the Yamen's ink seal craftsmen. The blade is six feet long, about three inches thick." Xie Bixian stood beside him, holding a document that came with the sword, detailing, "As per your request, the blade material is average, with an overall strength of seven. But the materials are solid enough that even a six-grade sword won't be cut. Of course, the edge is sharp." "It doesn't matter, even if it's sharp, it can still kill." Li Jun carefully examined the weapon, feeling awkward using such a large weapon in his normal state. But when entering the 'Devouring Dragon and Tiger' state, it was perfectly suited. Moreover, Li Jun discovered something—his physique was gradually increasing with the infusion of martial arts. Especially after injecting the six-grade refined body 'Fengyuan Whale Scale,' he had suddenly grown over an inch! His bulging muscles made the Jin Yi Wei's standard uniform look baggy, with his sharp features and neat short hair making him seem even more intimidating. However, Li Jun didn't mind these changes; he even felt this appearance was more suitable for helping others 'stop the blade.' "As long as you're satisfied, Uncle Jun, but this sword has a small issue." Watching Li Jun excitedly preparing to demonstrate the new weapon, Xie Bixian subtly stepped back. "What's the problem?" "The concealment function is poor." "Poor? It's just a umbrella, how could it be worse?" Li Jun was puzzled, shaking his wrist. In a series of mechanical sounds, a large umbrella appeared on his head, blocking the falling snow. Li Jun looked at the wrist-thick handle in his palm, his face becoming strange. Carrying such a large umbrella on the street had no cover, only drawing more attention. "Indeed... it's bad." The one crouching at the yamen door, Fan Wugu, turned red-faced, tightly closing his trembling lips, afraid he'd laugh. "Not bad, a product of the Yamen's ink seal. It's all about simplicity." The same one crouching beside him, Ma Wangye, exclaimed, "Little Black, from now on, you don't need to carry an umbrella. Just stand next to Old Li, and what wind and rain can get in?" Fan Wugu smiled wickedly, "I'm worried about you, can your body hold such a big sword?" "Then I can only say one thing, Ma Wangye, my depth, young people shouldn't easily judge!" Ma Wangye glanced at him, full of disdain. "Huh?" Li Jun then glanced over, both of them bowing. Clink. The umbrella surface retracted, returning to the giant embroidered spring sword. Li Jun slung the sword over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at Fan Wugu. "Come, Little Black, you swallowed the Chōbun sword ape's mechanical heart, let this captain test your synchronization rate." "Huh?" Fan Wugu lifted his head from between his legs, puzzled, "Uncle Jun, what did you say? I can't read." "I'm telling you to beat him, and you don't need to read." Ma Wangye elbowed Fan Wugu, "This is a business discussion! You have a chance, if you do well, your future is bright." "I'll beat your grandfather!" Fan Wugu gritted his teeth, muttering. "Right, and Old Ma, you come too."

Li Jun narrowed his eyes, a cold smile curving his lips as he said, "I will personally test the depth of your ability!"

The lone eye in the helmet flashed red for an instant, then stuttered like a short‑circuit.

"No need for that; what if it breaks later?"

"If it breaks, I’ll fix it for you!"

Ran Wu Xiu, who moments before wore a bitter visage, now roared with laughter, his massive hand repeatedly striking the Horse King’s back.

"Friends, just tell me if we can save the person first; we can laugh later, I’m barely holding on!"

A faint, broken voice suddenly rose.

The people in the courtyard whirled around suddenly, seeing a jade‑carved talisman that glowed with a bluish light drift slowly in from outside the gate; on its surface a flickering arrow appeared, pointing outward.

The rescue cry heard moments ago originated from above.

"From where does this Daoist line arise?"

Xie Bì'ān frowned, and before he could react, the Horse King recognized the voice's owner.

"Chen Qisheng?!"

Li Jun moved swiftly, shouldering his blade and following the carved talisman out of the gate.

The talisman drifted at a modest speed; after leaving the gate it drifted into a dark alley, its blue light vanishing completely.

It dropped from the sky, emitting a pained "ouch", and finally fell onto the snow.

In the blood‑splattered snow, Chen Qisheng, his face as pale as paper, leaned against the alley wall; one hand rubbed the blood‑caked forehead, while the other slowly drew a injector from his coat and raised it before him.

"Sixth‑grade body technique, paid rescue!"

Chen Qisheng twisted his mouth, revealing a mouthful of vivid red teeth, his body shuddering suddenly as he coughed a great spray of bright blood from his throat.

The scalding blood rapidly melted the snow between his legs, revealing a black flying sword deeply embedded, like a dead snake.