Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 119 Retreat

Suddenly, a squirrel jumped down from the tree, causing a commotion. The Grandmasters were attracted over, and Lin Feng took the opportunity to quietly crawl out of the tree hole and circle behind them.

He picked up a stone and threw it into the distance. The sound of the stone falling to the ground attracted the attention of the masters, and they chased in the direction of the sound.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and sat down against the old tree, breathing heavily. But he didn't dare rest for too long, because the enemy might find out and turn back at any time.

After resting for a while, Lin Feng felt that his strength had recovered a little. He stood up again, ready to find an opportunity to get rid of the enemy.

At this time, the fog in the woods was getting thicker and thicker, providing some cover for Lin Feng's escape.

He walked forward cautiously, trying not to make any noise. Suddenly, he heard the faint sound of flowing water. Lin Feng followed the sound and found a stream.

Lin Feng had an idea. He walked into the stream and followed its direction. The water was icy cold, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. This way, the footprints he left behind would be washed away by the stream, making it more difficult for the enemy to track him.

The masters of Jiuhuang Pavilion searched the woods for a long time but still found no trace of Lin Feng.

"Could this kid possibly be able to fly?" a Grandmaster complained, his face full of fatigue and helplessness.

Man Jiawen's face became increasingly ugly. He knew that if Lin Feng escaped this time, it would be a huge trouble.

"Keep looking! Expand the search range!" Man Jiawen said unwillingly, with a hint of anger in his voice.

At this time, Lin Feng had already walked a long way along the stream. He climbed up the bank and found a secluded place to hide.

It wasn't until nightfall, with the sounds of the Nine Emperor Pavilion retreating from the woods, that Lin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He collapsed to the ground, gazing at the starry sky, his heart filled with relief at having survived. His clothes were tattered and bloodstained, and every inch of his skin seemed to tell of the brutal battle he had just endured.

Lin Feng gasped for breath, his eyes blurred as he looked at the bright stars in the sky. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had really gone too far this time.

During this period, Lin Feng had been diligently studying the enigmatic "Xuanling Secret Book." This book was profound and obscure, like an insurmountable chasm, but even a slight understanding of its essence had significantly improved his combat power.

Recalling his decision to explain himself to the Nine Emperors, Lin Feng had originally intended to use this opportunity to test the results of his understanding of the "Xuanling Secret Manual." However, things went against his will. The misunderstanding between him and the Nine Emperors was a tangled mess, impossible to explain, and ultimately devolved into a fierce battle, leaving him severely injured.

Lin Feng looked at the twinkling stars and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion: "The 'Xuanling Secret Book' given by the Emperor is really amazing, but it's too difficult to comprehend." His voice was weak and hoarse, and his face was full of fatigue and helplessness, but his firm eyes revealed the indomitable spirit in his heart.

After sighing, Lin Feng gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain coming from all parts of his body, slowly mobilized the little remaining true energy in his body, and prepared to start healing.

Moonlight, like water, filtered through the layers of leaves, dappled onto Lin Feng. His brow furrowed, veins bulging on his forehead. Every time he circulated his Qi, it felt like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart.

The woods were completely silent, broken only by the occasional call of a nightingale, which only added to the eerie atmosphere. The fallen leaves around Lin Feng trembled slightly with the fluctuations of his Qi, as if they were also trembling with the pain he was enduring.

As time passed, Lin Feng's face became paler and paler. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, dripping onto the blood-stained ground beneath him and disappearing in an instant.

The night grew deeper and deeper, and the cold fog gradually spread, enveloping Lin Feng's body.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky finally began to lighten. As the first ray of sunlight struggled to penetrate the branches of the trees, shining on Lin Feng, who sat cross-legged, the surrounding mist refracted the sunlight, emitting a multicolored glow. Like a dream, Lin Feng felt like an immortal in a fairyland, practicing a peerless technique.

After a whole night of arduous healing, Lin Feng's severely injured body finally showed some improvement. Although he still had a long way to go before returning to his peak state, he was at least able to move normally and was no longer as weak as before.

Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the faint but gradually steady flow of Qi within him. He couldn't help but recall what Eunuch Hong had once said: "The healing power of the Mysterious Spirit is even more miraculous. It can harness the vitalizing properties of the Mysterious Spirit's power to rapidly heal wounds and restore both physical strength and spirit." This time, he truly and deeply experienced the wonder and mystery of the "Mysterious Spirit Secret Book."

"It seems that as long as I persist in comprehending this secret book, I will be able to reach a higher level in the future." Lin Feng thought to himself, with a glimmer of determination in his eyes.

Lin Feng struggled to stand up and stretched his stiff limbs. The wounds on his body stung with this simple movement, but he just frowned slightly and didn't care anymore.

After treating his injuries, Lin Feng didn't pause for a moment and immediately set off on his return journey, ready to reunite with Xu Tian. He walked with a slight stumble as he headed towards a cave in the Sea Breeze Mountains north of Xihai City.

Lin Feng felt extremely heavy along the way. The surrounding trees swayed gently in the breeze, as if whispering of unknown danger.

"This conflict with the Nine Emperors Pavilion will probably cause a series of troubles. I can only think of other ways to solve it." Lin Feng was observing his surroundings vigilantly while secretly calculating in his mind.

Elsewhere, Man Jiawen's face was as pale as paper, and every step he took seemed to exhaust all his strength. He was seriously injured, and although the blood from his wounds had dried, every pull brought a piercing pain.

Behind him, a series of simple wooden carts creaked. Lying on them were the equally seriously injured Grandmasters he had brought with him. These usually awe-inspiring masters now looked haggard and their breath was weak.

"This operation was a complete failure." Man Jiawen sighed inwardly, his eyes full of helplessness and self-blame.

Only two high-ranking Grandmasters were slightly injured, but their expressions were extremely solemn. Chu Feng, the Chu Family's Great Elder, followed nearby, his expression tense and constantly alert.

"Brother Man, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain when we go back this time." A high-level master said in a low voice while pulling a wooden cart.

Man Jiawen gritted his teeth and said, "Now that things have come to this, let's get our brothers back safely first."

Everyone was silent, just dragging their heavy steps forward slowly.