Under Wang Xiaoyun’s skeptical gaze, Lin Feng, determined to take the gamble, placed his left hand on the elder’s wrist and began his wild endeavor. The moment his hand touched the wrist, it was as if thousands of invisible neural threads extended from his palm, connecting the two bodies. Inside his consciousness, Niu Niu, his spiritual entity, underwent a curious change, playfully emerging from his palm, then transforming into a mist-like cloud that enveloped the point where their bodies touched. At the same time, a warm current within Lin Feng immediately flowed towards the elder, marking the first time Niu Niu had acted so proactively since Lin Feng had her. Lin Feng watched Niu Niu’s transformation in amazement, seeing her as if she were a very mischievous little girl. This anthropomorphic illusion made him feel like he was in a dream. Thankfully, Niu Niu seemed aware of the presence of strangers and disguised herself, saving him from having to explain.
Wang Xiaoyun was equally astonished by the strange sight before her. Where did this ever-changing cloud come from? Could it be another manifestation of Lin Feng’s mysterious powers? She bit her lip tightly, her hands clenched, even more anxious than Lin Feng, whose expression was serious. Although she didn’t understand what Lin Feng was doing, she clearly saw the changes in her grandfather. How should she describe it? As Wang Xiaoyun watched in amazement, her grandfather’s body, like a deflated balloon, began to inflate visibly, starting its miraculous recovery. However, Grandpa’s consciousness did not awaken, but his complexion was indeed improving bit by bit. Although she couldn’t fathom the strange technique Lin Feng was employing, and she kept an eye on Lin Feng for signs of exhaustion, she felt a surge of hope knowing that Lin Feng was using his supernatural powers. Could his powers actually heal people? This made her feel both anxious and expectant.
As time passed, several hours went by unnoticed. Elder Wang’s body had fully recovered, returning to its previous state, yet he did not wake up. Lin Feng, throughout the process, remained silent, showing no signs of significant physical or mental exhaustion, though his brows were furrowed, clearly troubled by the outcome. After a while, realizing further effort might be in vain and seeing that Elder Wang’s condition had stabilized, he carefully withdrew his hand.
Lin Feng stood up, puzzled. He had expected Elder Wang’s condition to be worse than Lan Yu’s, requiring more effort, but surprisingly, he had managed to restore the elder’s body easily. However, the elder’s failure to wake suggested there were other reasons at play.
“Take a break, Lin Feng!” Despite her own impatience, Wang Xiaoyun comforted Lin Feng, understanding he was facing a challenge, but also grateful for his efforts in improving her grandfather’s condition.
Just as they were about to break the awkward silence, a clamor of footsteps and sounds of fighting suddenly erupted from the courtyard. A woman’s scream was followed by silence.
“It’s Sister Xiaoman!” Lin Feng exclaimed, rushing out.
“Sister Xiaoman?” Wang Xiaoyun also felt a sudden tension and followed him out. Before she reached the door, she heard Lin Feng’s shocked cries from outside, along with the sounds of combat.
“What’s happened?” Wang Xiaoyun, in panic, ran out to find Xu Xiaoman lying on the ground, her clothes stained with blood, her face pale, with a knife protruding from her abdomen. Lin Feng was swiftly maneuvering around two shadowy figures, occasionally lunging at them with bare hands. Two other figures in black lay motionless on the ground, their condition unknown. The two assailants, unable to adapt to Lin Feng’s hit-and-run tactics, stood back-to-back, their Japanese long swords creating an impenetrable defense, preventing Lin Feng from getting close. On Lin Feng’s back was a large, gaping wound, from his left shoulder down to his waist, evidently from a diagonal slash. The sight of his severe injuries was shocking; it felt like his body might split in two at any moment, the halves no longer sticking together. Despite this, Lin Feng, like a fierce tiger whose eyes were bloodshot from killing, still surrounded the enemy, fighting desperately as if his life depended on it. It was truly baffling how he managed to hold on. “Damn bandits!” Wang Xiaoyun let out a sharp shout, grabbing an iron pitchfork from the courtyard, and fearlessly charged into the fray.
With both hands gripping the iron pitchfork, her cold gaze fixed on two men in black. She rapidly chanted a string of strange, seemingly meaningless syllables, and in an instant, it seemed as if a wave of air converged onto the pitchfork. With a sudden forward thrust of her slender hands, the pitchfork let out a startling howl, shooting towards its target with the speed of an arrow.
“Thud!” The pitchfork, carrying a tremendous force, danced fiercely in the air, smashing towards one of the men. The attacked man in black had clearly not anticipated the pitchfork to contain such violent energy. Seeing it was thrown by a woman, he initially underestimated it, using only thirty percent of his strength to block with his Japanese longsword. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late. His longsword was knocked away by the pitchfork, and the residual force sent him sprawling to the ground.
Wang Xiaoyun’s slender hand reached out, and the pitchfork traced several arcs in the air, as if it recognized its master, spinning back into her hands. With the pitchfork in hand, Wang Xiaoyun recited another series of incantations, her already pale face turning even paler from blood loss. However, what brought some comfort was that with her incantations, the overwhelming aura of the pitchfork intensified, its tip vibrating with a humming sound, locking onto the other man in black, ready to strike again at any moment.
The remaining man in black, seeing another formidable ally had joined, turned pale with fear. Suddenly, he let out a strange cry, and a burst of white light flashed from his body, instantly turning the inner courtyard into a ghastly white world. “Damn it!” Wang Xiaoyun’s eyes were hurt by the bright light, immediately losing her sight and thus her target. Her lack of combat experience showed as she panicked, swinging the pitchfork wildly at where she had last seen the target, without considering if the enemy was still there.
The momentum of the pitchfork was formidable. At that moment, the other man in black had already used a bizarre technique to close in on Wang Xiaoyun. His Japanese longsword slashed diagonally, its blade flashing with cold light. Ignoring his fallen companion and Lin Feng’s attacks, he went all out to kill Wang Xiaoyun.
“Watch out!” Lin Feng was shocked by this sudden turn of events, shouting in alarm as he rushed forward. Wang Xiaoyun, using her ears to detect the sound of the wind, maneuvered the iron pitchfork to protect her vital points. With a loud clang, the pitchfork barely blocked the deadly strike.
Simultaneously, Lin Feng had reached the scene, like a madman, grabbing the man’s head for a judo throw. With a thud, the man was slammed to the ground. Lin Feng, not stopping there, grabbed the man’s vital areas, throwing him into the air again, and before he could fall, delivered a powerful uppercut, sending him flying. Lin Feng, now like a rabid tiger, exuded a terrifying killing intent, his figure flashing rapidly to appear in front of the unfortunate man, brutally stepping on and crushing his head.
The other man in black, who had been knocked down by Wang Xiaoyun’s pitchfork, struggled to get up, but Lin Feng’s ghostly figure appeared beside him. Lin Feng grabbed his head and delivered a knee strike, effectively splitting it like a watermelon.
