#335 - He's fine, give me the medicine.

"Retreat!!!"

When Old Zhang shouted this word with absolutely no air of a master, almost everyone thought he was shouting at Wei Changtian.

After all, the latter had just used all his skills but couldn't hurt the fat man at all, so there was no reason to think he could do so now.

On the contrary, Wei Changtian, facing "Sand Burial", looked to be in more danger.

Although a single 'Moon Picking Sword' strike had cut a gap in the sand curtain, the sky-filled yellow sand was still relentlessly burying him.

At this critical moment, Wei Changtian didn't have time to think, so he had to use the 'Soaring Step' to quickly retreat, while continuously waving his sword behind him several times.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The sword energy slammed into the sand curtain, making a series of loud noises, and also reduced the speed of the yellow sand again.

However, a full-strength strike from a Third-Rank cultivator was not so easy to resolve, so the next moment, a wave of sand slammed hard into his back.

"Bang!!"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, his completely out-of-control body suddenly flew out dozens of feet, and then "thumped" to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Young Master Wei!!"

Li Wutong cried out in alarm and rushed towards Wei Changtian, her eyes full of panic and worry.

However, at this moment, apart from her, everyone else's attention was focused in another direction.

“. . ."

"Drip, drip . . ."

Fresh blood dripped down along the corner of his clothes, falling into the dust and becoming turbid.

The fat man, with a pale face, desperately held his left arm, the deep, bone-visible wound shocking to the eye.

Just a little bit more, and his arm would have been useless.

No, it should be said that if it weren't for Old Zhang's shout, it would be another question whether he could still be alive now.

How... how could this be?

What kind of move is this? Why does it contain such a fierce "momentum"?

The more the fat man thought about it, the more confused he became, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

He subconsciously raised his eyes to look ahead, and then saw Wei Changtian being supported by Li Wutong, slowly getting up from the ground.

"You... are you alright?!"

Li Wutong desperately supported Wei Changtian's arm, her face full of urgency: "I... I'll have someone go find a physician."

"No need."

And the "Sand Burial" move just now, after being weakened many times, failed to break the Kasaya of Kasyapa's defense.

So Wei Changtian was just a little dizzy from the shock, and otherwise wasn't injured at all.

However, Li Wutong didn't believe this.

"Don't be stubborn!"

"I have pills that my father gave me, quickly eat them!"

"You... don't move! I'll take you back to Xiyang Mansion right away..."

“. . ."

Her urgent voice was tinged with crying.

As Li Wutong spoke, she fumbled in her arms for a small jade bottle. To save time, she even skipped the step of pulling out the stopper, and directly crushed the bottle with force, quickly handing the only pill inside, which was white with red threads, to Wei Changtian's mouth.

White was the original color of the pill.

As for the red threads, it was actually blood from her fingertip being cut by the broken edge of the bottle.

Clearly, Li Wutong was now genuinely worried that something might happen to Wei Changtian.

But the latter didn't seem to appreciate it much.

"I said, I'm fine."

"Take the pill back."

The slightly impatient voice stopped abruptly. Wei Changtian looked at the blood-stained pill in front of him, then looked at Li Wutong's anxious expression, paused, and suddenly asked:

"What's this pill called?"

"Ah?"

Li Wutong was stunned, and thought that Wei Changtian was doubting the pill's efficacy, so she quickly explained: "This is the Tianyuan Pill! It's a spiritual pill that only our Li family can refine!"

"You... hurry up and eat it! I wouldn't hurt you!"

“. . ."

Tianyuan Pill?

Wei Changtian's expression remained unchanged, and he quickly brought up the system interface in his mind to search.

[Tianyuan Pill: Pill (Earth Grade), made from Mica Ganoderma, can heal all internal injuries, 200 points]

Hiss . . .

Li Wutong actually has such a good thing!

"Cough, well, give me the pill, I'll eat it later."

"Oh?"

Half an hour later, the Dragon Gate Inn had returned to peace.

The onlookers had all returned to their rooms, and the Third-Rank expert surnamed Huang could only admit his bad luck after learning of Wei Changtian and Li Wutong's identities, and silently returned to his room to heal his injuries.

As for Wei Changtian, he was now sitting face to face with Li Wutong and Old Zhang in a guest room, looking at each other.

"Senior Zhang..."

Gently pouring a cup of tea for Old Zhang, Li Wutong took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Young Master Wei said that you are his master?"

"Hmph!"

Old Zhang glanced at Wei Changtian, and grunted, which was considered an affirmation of this matter.

But such a reaction from him made Wei Changtian very unhappy.

Damn it!

I'm doing my best to save you, although it's a misunderstanding, but at least I've put in the effort.

You're being all high and mighty, who are you putting on airs for?!

"Master, tell me, why did you come to Da Feng?"

Rolling his eyes, Wei Changtian asked in a strange tone: "Are you going to kill Yama again?"

"Hmph! Do I need to report to you what I want to do?"

Old Zhang retorted, glaring: "You unfilial disciple! Let me ask you, why are you in Da Feng?"

"I'm here to kill Yama."

Wei Changtian cut to the chase: "Old Zhang, I already know your identity, you don't need to hide it anymore."

"Oh?"

Old Zhang said amusedly: "Then tell me, what exactly is my identity?"

"Aren't you the mysterious swordsman who killed Yama in Huailing Prefecture sixty years ago?"

"What, what mysterious swordsman, you unfilial disciple, you must not talk nonsense!"

"Come on, old man, stop pretending."

"I am not pretending!"

"Hey! You have to force me to produce evidence before you admit it, right?!"

"You, you unfilial disciple, you are simply going to enrage this old man..."

“. . ."

With you saying one sentence and me saying another, Wei Changtian and Old Zhang quickly started arguing like this.

Although the two of them didn't think there was anything wrong with this way of communication, Li Wutong next to them had a look of astonishment at this time.

This, what's going on?

"Senior Zhang, Young Master Wei, you..."

"You can ask later!"

Wei Changtian waved his hand to interrupt Li Wutong's question, and continued to stare at Old Zhang and frantically output.

"Old Zhang, let me ask you, wasn't your original surname Zhou?!"

"I..."

As if he had been immobilized, hearing this question, Old Zhang's expression, which had been stubbornly denying it before, suddenly froze on his face.

His mouth opened and closed several times, but in the end, he didn't deny it anymore, but sighed deeply like a deflated ball.

"Alas..."

"Okay, stop sighing here!"

Wei Changtian curled his lips, but a huge stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Since Old Zhang is really that mysterious swordsman, then many questions can be answered.

"Since you have admitted it, then you should be able to tell me what exactly is going on, right?"

“. . ."

Faced with Wei Changtian's questioning, Old Zhang was silent for a long time this time.

He looked up at the endless Gobi desert outside the window, and then ran outside to move in a jar of burning wine.

"Splash ~"

The wine from the jar enters the bowl, and the wine from the bowl enters the throat.

In this way, after drinking several large bowls of strong liquor in a row, Old Zhang wiped his mouth, and then slowly told the story about himself under the gaze of Wei Changtian and Li Wutong.