The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 341: Crossing the Boundary?_1

Chapter 341: Chapter 341: Crossing the Boundary?_1

Ning Fan then closed his eyes and began frantically searching his mind for a way to heal her.

He knew that it was impossible to rely on the hospital to cure Su Qingcheng, the only option was to find a healing method from his mother’s legacy.

"Where is it? Where is it... Found it!"

Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, within his mother’s legacy, there indeed was a method to heal head injuries.

But before he could feel joy, an even stronger sense of despair surged through him.

Because that method from the legacy could only be used by someone who had cultivated to the Divinity Transformation Stage at least.

Ning Fan’s current realm was only at the eighth level of the Qi Refinement Realm.

Above the Qi Refinement Realm were the Foundation Establishment Stage, the Golden Core Stage, the Nascent Soul Stage, and the Divinity Transformation Stage...

He was whole four major realms away from his current realm!

Nowadays, with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth being so thin, even breaking through a minor realm was extremely difficult for Ning Fan, let alone four major ones!

With his current strength, he simply couldn’t use that method!

Yet Ning Fan couldn’t just watch as Su Qingcheng remained in a coma.

Even if it was impossible, he had to try using his own methods!

Who knows, there might be a miracle, right?

He pressed his hand against Su Qingcheng’s wrist, and a powerful spiritual power surged out from his mind.

Whoosh!

The whole room seemed to suddenly press down, the heavy pressure making everyone in the room feel it was hard to breathe.

The damage of the Sting of the Spirit affected the spirit; if he could use spiritual power to help Su Qingcheng repair the mental trauma, perhaps she could be awakened.

However, Ning Fan soon realized it wasn’t as simple as he had imagined.

The spirit is not without a source or foundation, it relies on the depths of the brain, mysterious beyond words.

The so-called cerebral thrombosis and cerebral hemorrhage are nothing compared to spiritual injuries!

"Ugh... It’s not working!"

A moment later, Ning Fan abruptly withdrew his hand, panting heavily with cold sweat all over his head.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaoling asked worriedly, "Brother, how is it going?"

"No use, I can’t precisely control my spiritual power yet," Ning Fan shook his head and said. "If I force the treatment, I could cause irreparable damage to Miss Su."

Ding ding ding...

Just then, Xu Yourong made a phone call.

"Ning Fan, I heard that something happened in Shen City, is it related to you? You and Qing Cheng need to be careful, otherwise come back quickly," Xu Yourong said with immense worry in her tone.

"Miss Xu, I’m sorry, Miss Su has had an accident..."

Ning Fan briefly recounted what had happened, remorsefully saying, "I’m sorry, if I hadn’t dodged at that time, Miss Su wouldn’t have been injured."

"It’s not your fault, blame those assassins!" Xu Yourong was anxious and worried but did not blame Ning Fan, saying with sadness, "Qing Cheng is my best friend, if I could, I would rather be the one injured instead of her!"

Ning Fan was silent for a moment, then spoke sincerely, "Miss Xu, rest assured, I swear I will cure Miss Su. As for taking her place to be injured, please don’t say that again, Miss Xu, it’s... unlucky."

After saying this, Ning Fan hung up the phone.

He didn’t wish for Su Qingcheng to be injured, and he was even less willing for Xu Yourong to be hurt!

He looked at Su Qingcheng’s somewhat pale face, his mind flooding with memories of the time he had spent with her.

Although the two of them had always been somewhat at odds, if it wasn’t for Su Qingcheng bringing that token ring that allowed him to receive his mother’s legacy and change his destiny...

He would probably still be that mediocre, unsuccessful person.

Furthermore, although Su Qingcheng often seemed to be targeting him, her heart wasn’t really bad.

Most importantly, this time, if it weren’t for him, Su Qingcheng would not have been injured.

"I will definitely cure you, Miss Su," Ning Fan murmured.

He summoned Lin Xiaoling and Yu Lu to his side and said in a deep voice, "I will be in seclusion for three days. During these three days, I need you to take good care of her."

...

Over the next three days, Ning Fan remained in seclusion, endeavouring to gain mastery over the methods in his inheritance that could be employed to treat Su Qingcheng.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed, and Ning Fan emerged from seclusion.

"No, I still can’t master it."

He looked down at his palms and clenched them into fists, a flash of frustration crossing his eyes.

Gaining mastery over an inheritance above one’s level, how easy could that be?

If only his strength were greater, if only he could become stronger more quickly...

"Strength, in the end, is all about strength... I need to be stronger."

Taking a deep breath, he lifted his gaze to look out the window, where the distant shoreline was faintly visible.

Today was the day Pei Wanjian had challenged him to a duel.

...

Meanwhile, at Deep Sea Bay.

A mile or two away from the shoreline, Pei Wanjian stood proudly, his feet clearly on the surface of the water, yet he was as steady as if he were on solid ground.

"Walking on the surface of the water without sinking, tsk tsk, what impressive Cultivation!"

"To achieve this feat, one must be at least at Grandmaster level!"

"Is this the former Guardian of Shen City?"

Along the shoreline, the crowd watching from a distance was immensely shocked, discussing the sight amongst themselves.

The news of this duel had already spread throughout Shen City.

Various powerful clans had set out to witness for themselves what fate would befall the Shen Family.

Many martial artists and spellcasters, hearing that the Guardian of Shen City, Pei Wanjian, was going to take action after several years, came to watch the battle.

Besides those watching from the shore, there were also many distinguished figures of high status who had prepared boats in advance to watch the battle up close.

"All the major clans are here."

"Isn’t that the father and daughter of the Shen Family?"

"Heh, this whole affair began because of them; naturally, they would come."

The Shen Family also boarded a luxurious yacht, blending in among the ships of the other major clans.

At a place roughly a hundred meters from Pei Wanjian, there was a small wooden boat.

The boat was small, capable of holding only one person.

Standing on it was none other than Pei Wanjian’s granddaughter, Pei Xiaoxue.

Time ticked by, second by second.

From the break of dawn until the sun was high in the sky, Pei Wanjian stood quietly on the sea surface.

But Ning Fan had yet to appear.

"Why hasn’t that Ning fellow shown up yet?"

"Could he be scared?"

"After all, facing the Guardian of Shen City as an enemy, it’s normal to be afraid."

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, all thinking that Ning Fan had lost courage and would not come.

On the Shen Family’s yacht, Shen Qifa sneered, "Just as I thought, the kid is all bark and no bite!"

"Sis, I told you there was no need to worry," gloated Shen Wanxin.

Only Shen Bingying’s expression fluctuated uncertainly, with a tinge of unease at the bottom of her heart.

On the wooden boat, Pei Xiaoxue spoke disdainfully, "Grandfather, it seems that Ning Fan probably won’t come."

However, in the next second, Pei Wanjian suddenly opened his eyes and said indifferently.

"He’s here."