The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 141 - 119: Striving Against the Sky Tipping (Alliance Leader Bonus: Johannes Van Den Berg)_2

Chapter 141: Chapter 119: Striving Against the Sky Tipping (Alliance Leader Bonus: Johannes Van Den Berg)_2

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the last explosion of Fist Power.

The last Bone Training expert, along with the steel knife in his hand, was shattered, falling to the ground dead without even a chance to scream.

Li Yi, with his tall stature, stood amidst the scattered bones, his fists blood-stained, eyes glowing fiercely, as the boiling intent to kill gradually subsided.

"They’re all, all dead."

Shou Hou’s lips trembled slightly, looking at Li Yi with nothing but awe and admiration.

Tonight, had it not been for the unexpected arrival of this senior brother, everyone might have perished in this dilapidated temple, but now, the tables had turned, and it was Han Sui and Jin Bufen’s group that were completely annihilated, with not a single enemy escaping.

"Master, how are your injuries, can you hold on? I still have a bottle of medicine here, drink another if you can’t bear it, you mustn’t let anything happen."

Having finished off his enemies, Li Yi’s rationality returned, his mind clear, and he immediately realized something and walked towards Zhao Ge.

Then, the second bottle of Extraordinary Water was brought out.

This was the last bottle of medicine he had; previously, team leader Zhang Lei had given him one, and when he was discharged, the doctor had secretly handed him another.

"Good, good, good."

Zhao Ge, now assessing Li Yi in his Flying Fish Robe, had visible satisfaction in his eyes: "Meng De, no worries, the big medicine I just took saved this old life of mine, I am no longer in mortal danger, keep this medicine, don’t waste it on your master anymore."

He declined the second bottle of Extraordinary Water.

Because his remaining injuries weren’t worth using such a valuable medicine to cure; he could recover slowly with time, only the injury to his Divine Soul still remained... If he wanted to heal, it would require Coffin Ganoderma.

At that thought, Zhao Ge immediately thought of the traitor, a surge of anger involuntarily rising in his heart, but he quickly suppressed the anger again.

Now was not the time to settle scores with the traitor, the crisis had just been averted, and there were many things that still needed to be done.

Seeing his master decline the medicine, Li Yi nodded and took the medicine back, then sensing something, he turned to look outside the desolate temple.

At that moment, a woman’s figure quickly approached.

"Father."

Zhao Qian, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, emotionally charged, had just rushed from the foot of the mountain.

Earlier, when Li Yi rode the Yin Horse over, fearing she would get hurt, he had her stay halfway up the mountain, also entrusting her with his backpack and sniper rifle, even teaching her how to use the sniper rifle, and Zhao Qian, clever as she was, caught on quickly and soon learned how to use it.

After all, operating a sniper rifle is foolproof, just aim and pull the trigger.

And at that distance, as long as the scope is aligned, it’s almost certain to hit, very hard to make a mistake.

Seeing his daughter return safely, Zhao Ge was greatly relieved, immediately breaking into a smile: "Good to have you back, good to have you back, I knew you were lucky to find Meng De in Ghost Street, but I never expected you two to ride the Yin Horse back to Xingzhou. I was truly shocked when I saw Meng De, I thought I was seeing things."

"Father, it was Meng De who heard that the master was in danger and immediately hurried to the rescue, thankfully riding the Yin Horse, otherwise we might have been too late." Zhao Qian, now wiping her tears, also felt a surge of relief.

If they had been even slightly later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Little junior sister, it’s good that you are unharmed."

At that moment, Rong Niang with her injured arm, came over, enduring the pain, she managed a slight smile.

"Sister Rong Niang." Zhao Qian, excited again, jumped into Rong Niang’s arms.

Inside the martial arts hall, she had the closest relationship with Rong Niang, and now seeing that Rong Niang was also safe, her joy was overwhelming.

"Ouch! You girl, don’t you know your own strength, didn’t you see I was injured?" Rong Niang gasped in pain, yet she tenderly ruffled Zhao Qian’s hair.

Zhao Qian hurriedly released Rong Niang. "Senior sister, are you alright? It wasn’t on purpose. I was just a bit emotional and didn’t see your injury."

Rong Niang smiled. "It’s fine, just common injuries, not deadly."

"Let me take a look."

Zhao Ge immediately came over and grabbed Rong Niang’s arm, then skillfully began to manipulate it.

Accompanied by a series of bone movements, Rong Niang’s arm was quickly put back in place. She then said, "The dislocated part is fine now, but a section of the bone in the arm is cracked and will need further recuperation."

"Thank you, Master."

Rong Niang moved her arm slightly and found it was not as painful as before, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.

"Shou Hou, come here and let me check your injuries," Zhao Ge immediately said.

Shou Hou instantly came over.

Zhao Ge helped check his wounds, then slapped his back a few times. Shou Hou groaned, spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood, feeling much relieved afterward.

"The injuries are not severe. Han Sui was cautious because of his concern for the master, so he held back, intending to capture you as hostages. Otherwise, his Jin Qi hitting your heart would have likely ended your life here. The Han Family’s Heart-shattering Palm and the Jin Family’s Wind Listening Blade are notoriously ruthless, and you guys are only Marrow Trained, typically there would be no chance of survival in such encounters."

"Even using us as hostages was useless. Senior sister Rong Niang was captured, and our senior brother managed to save her," Shou Hou chuckled, his spirit lifted by the survival and the downfall of his foes.

Speaking of Li Yi.

Rong Niang’s eyes flickered and again looking towards this young senior brother, she couldn’t help saying, "Rong Niang, thanks to our senior brother for saving my life."

Having said that, she respectfully bowed.

"It’s nothing, we’re all family here, no need to be so formal," Li Yi spoke differently at that moment, blending well into this world.

Then Li Yi continued, "Master, you’ve been wounded and have had a tiring journey, rest well tonight. I’ll keep watch outside for you. Anything else can wait until tomorrow."

Having said this,

without waiting for the master to respond, he had already walked out toward the broken temple.

Li Yi felt he should make some time for Zhao Qian and the others to gather and talk.

Zhao Ge watched Meng De silently keeping watch outside the door, feeling a mix of emotions, astounded that at his later life he had acquired such an excellent disciple.

The heavens were truly generous to him.

"Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall can only be saved by Meng De," he reflected with such sentiment.

At this moment, the thunder in the sky had stopped, but the downpour had begun.

A wave of moist vapor rushed forward, and the surrounding wild mountain forests became enveloped in rain mist, the air’s scent of blood also seemed to have faded significantly with the rain’s wash.

Standing at the doorway, Li Yi’s eyes were fixed on the Mud Horse placed on the ground.

Somehow, the Yin Horse had turned back into a Mud Horse, losing its supernatural aspect, but it wasn’t damaged at all. He pondered whether it could be reused next time and thought he should find an opportunity to try it out.

With this thought,

Li Yi picked up the Mud Horse from the ground and carefully stored it, considering its value crucial to the number of times he could cross into other worlds in the future.

"Perhaps I should try to obtain the method of making Mud Horses from an elder on Ghost Street, so I wouldn’t have to worry about not having one in the future."

This idea surfaced in his mind.

It’s costly to buy them, after all. If he could make them himself, wouldn’t the Four Seas and Eight Continents be at his disposal to come and go as he pleases?