Chapter 89: Only Three Days of Vitality Remaining!

Chapter 89: Only Three Days of Vitality Remaining!

"You’re merely a lowly menial disciple. I can punch or kick you all I want! You see, in this world, it's survival of the fittest and strength reigns supreme. What qualifications do you have to whine and complain here, you useless piece of junk?" Wu Pingzhi sneered with a malicious grin.

Wu Pingzhi then flashed forward, surging with true qi as he viciously thrust a fist towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng frowned; Wu Pingzhi's attitude was simply disgusting.

"You're right, it is survival of the fittest, and might does dictate right. And you are weak and unfit!"

The divine inscriptions of Heavenly Dao converged, and Wu Pingzhi's movements and techniques became extremely clear to Ling Feng, as if he knew them all along!

𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Stepping forward, Ling Feng prepared to use the Ninefold Ocean-Guarding Fist so he could exploit Wu Pingzhi's vulnerabilities and then launch his own attack.

Just then, a thunderous rebuke echoed from behind.

"

Hmph!

Who allowed you to fight in the Medicinal Herb Garden?"

Ling Feng turned to see a rugged man clad in black martial attire, his face contorted in anger, leaping into the fray and positioning himself between the two.

His square face bore a dark expression, and he emanated an immensely daunting aura that forced both Ling Feng and Wu Pingzhi back several steps.

The menial disciple who had been thrown aside hastily struggled to kneel on the ground, respectfully calling out, "Greetings, Master Yuan!"

"Master Yuan?" Wu Pingzhi's eyes narrowed. Despite being a newly assigned disciple to the Medicinal Herb Garden, he was definitely aware of Master Yuan's renown.

This so-called Master Yuan, whose actual name was Yuan Qiansheng, was a third-grade alchemist within the Medicinal Herb Garden. While being a third-grade alchemist wasn’t particularly noteworthy, the gap between Yuan Qiansheng's skill in alchemy and his prowess in martial arts was significant.

Typically, alchemists prioritized their craft, often lacking in martial ability. However, Yuan Qiansheng was the opposite; with his volatile temperament, he had earned a reputation for being ruthless.

As a result, the disciples under the jurisdiction of the Medicinal Herb Garden feared Yuan Qiansheng far more than the elder overseeing the garden.

Wu Pingzhi's expression shifted abruptly as he hurried forward to offer his respects. "Disciple Wu Pingzhi humbly greets Master Yuan."

"Stop with your nonsense!" Yuan Qiansheng's tiger-like eyes narrowed as they locked onto Wu Pingzhi. "Did you injure my menial disciple?"

"W-What?" Wu Pingzhi stammered, visibly startled. "Y-Your menial disciple?"

"Get lost!" Yuan Qiansheng snorted. His eyes were cold and sharp as a blade as he glared at Wu Pingzhi. "If I see you in the Medicinal Herb Garden tomorrow, prepare to be crippled!"

"Master Yuan, please, it's all a misunderstanding!" Wu Pingzhi rushed to kneel before Yuan Qiansheng, who appeared determined to oust him from the Medicinal Herb Garden. As per the rules of the Cangqiong Sect, being expelled from one's assigned division meant expulsion from the sect itself.

Despite the influence of Wu Pingzhi's family, securing his position as a disciple in the herb garden had entailed significant financial investment. If he were to be driven out now, all of his previous efforts would be rendered futile.

"Misunderstanding?" Yuan Qiansheng sneered. He then switched his gaze over to the slender girl as he inquired in a weighty tone, "Young lady, I ask you, is there a misunderstanding here?"

Chen Sisi kept her head low, remaining silent but shaking her head nonetheless, indicating it was not a misunderstanding.

"See?" Yuan Qiansheng's gaze sharpened, once again focusing on Wu Pingzhi. "I'll give you three days' time to get your things, but you can get lost now!"

"You want me to get lost?" Wu Pingzhi's fists clenched tightly as he realized there was no turning back. Summoning his courage, he stood up abruptly and pointed accusingly at Yuan Qiansheng, unleashing a barrage of curses. "Do you even have a clue about who I am?"

Crack!

The sound of bones snapping filled the air as Yuan Qiansheng, without a moment's hesitation, broke Wu Pingzhi's arm. "I don’t care who you are!"

"Serves you right!" Ling Feng's heart pumped with satisfaction, believing that the wicked would eventually face their own retribution.

However, he wasn't about to let Wu Pingzhi off lightly. Focusing his thoughts, he turned to Zifeng and asked, "Zifeng, can you control your vitality-draining ability precisely enough to determine how long you want someone to survive?"

"What do you mean?" The childish voice of Zifeng echoed in his mind.

Ling Feng's eyes turned icy. "I want this guy to have only three days left to live!"

He intended to age Wu Pingzhi rapidly over the next three days, wanting to witness his vitality slip away little by little.

"That's too easy," Zifeng immediately chuckled. "Master, does that mean I can start feasting?"

Ling Feng nodded affirmatively. "Yeah, go ahead. Leave him with only three days' worth of vitality."

"Fantastic! It's finally time to feast!" Zifeng cheered, then swiftly fluttered its wings, darting towards Wu Pingzhi.

In the vast Medicine Herb Garden, teeming with insects, Zifeng adeptly maneuvered near the ground, weaving through the spirit flowers and herbs, completely evading notice.

After having his arm broken by Yuan Qiansheng, Wu Pingzhi was forced to calm down and left reluctantly with a frustrated expression..

Suddenly, he felt a sharp sting on his leg, followed by an overwhelming sense of fatigue. It was as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Damn it, even you insects dare to provoke me!"

Suppressing his inner rage, Wu Pingzhi resolved to investigate Ling Feng's identity upon returning to his family, ensuring he would not find peace.

“I’m so tired!”

In the next instant, Wu Pingzhi sensed his vitality rapidly draining away, and his breath became laborious. With him being in his early twenties and possessing cultivation at the Pulse Formation Realm, his physique far exceeded that of ordinary individuals. How could he possibly feel so drained?

It's just a broken arm!

He had no idea that his life was down to its final three days.

Shortly after, Zifeng returned to Ling Feng's side, having feasted on a substantial meal. "Master, I absorbed over eighty years of vitality!" Zifeng reported with a gleeful smile on its face.

"So you really can rapidly consume a person's vitality," Ling Feng mused. Previously, it had just been speculation, but Zifeng's ability proved to be truly extraordinary.

"It's not that simple. The guy earlier was just too weak. If it was someone like that other guy, Yue Zhonglian, it would have taken me at least a few years to drain their vitality. But once I evolve, I'll be able to do it much faster."

"Evolving, huh?" Ling Feng rubbed his nose. He then noticed that Yuan Qiansheng had shifted his attention to him. Quickly, he instructed Zifeng to conceal itself and then bowed politely to Yuan Qiansheng. "Junior pays his respects to Master Yuan."

"Hmph!" Yuan Qiansheng's expression remained cold as he gave Ling Feng a disdainful glance before striding toward the menial disciple, Chen Sisi.

"Young lady, are you alright?"

Yuan Qiansheng squatted down with his gaze fixed on Chen Sisi. He couldn't help but sigh.

Having emerged from humble origins himself, he had ascended from the ranks of menial disciples, which made him particularly intolerant of privileged people bullying the vulnerable.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..."

Chen Sisi quickly shook her head, evidently aware of Yuan Qiansheng's notorious reputation, which instilled some fear in her.

However, Ling Feng could discern that while Yuan Qiansheng appeared cold and ruthless on the surface, he was actually a decent person.

"Senior, this young lady seems to have a fractured left leg and requires urgent treatment; otherwise, it may result in a permanent limp." Ling Feng stepped forward. "As a junior with some medical knowledge, I believe I can be of assistance."