Chapter 62: This Young Master Meets A Ghost

Chapter 62: This Young Master Meets A Ghost

The world was pure white and filled with mist.

In his delirium Chen Haoran thought he arrived in heaven.

Shit, Chen Haoran! Lan Fens face appeared and he realized it couldnt be heaven. He was thankful. It was embarrassing to make a mistake like that. Shit. Her voice was odd, as if she were speaking to him from the other side of a fishbowl. He couldnt tell who was the fish though.

You brat, why did you bring the moron in here! Another face appeared. Pure white and translucent, like a ghost. He was a sharp-looking man with severe eyes. A white crown sat on his head. Are you a fool! His voice didnt have the same fishbowl sound as Lan Fen. Off to the side, Chen Haoran heard screaming. It was familiar though. Phelps was really showing off his lungs. What could have compelled you to-

Shut the fuck up! Lan Fen roared at the ghost man. Chen Haoran wanted to ask where Lan Fen learned that kind of language from but his lips wouldnt move. Oh well, he would just have to try harder. Cool, electric fingers touched his head. Ten different stimulating points sent a pulsating wave of qi into his head. It bounced around before eventually settling as a low, constant background noise in his brain. Stay awake. Do not close your eyes.

It was different than Elder Qianbeis brutal invasion that forced him awake. This one, while still foreign, assisted his own qis natural function rather than forcing its own way in his body. Clarity of vision and clear thought were restored to Chen Haoran. He opened his mouth, breathed deep, and screamed his lungs out.

We could have avoided this if you didnt expose your biggest trump card, the ghost man said, covering his ears.

He already knew about the uses of the ring if you didnt want him to know about you then you shouldve hidden, Lan Fen snapped.

You should have never revealed it to begin with, the ghost man snapped back. And I am the White Tyrant. I do not hide. Especially not in my own domain!

If youre not going to be useful then be silent! Lan Fen brought a pill to Chen Haorans mouth. It was red and smelled like cinnamon and blood. You have to eat this.

The White Tyrant snorted. As if a Profound-rank pill will do him any good now.

He just needs to be stabilized. Ill take the trial and get better medicinal pills later.

Even though he was screaming there was a part of Chen Haoran that was still thinking. It wanted some silence so he forcibly took what qi he could and blocked his lungs. He coughed and sputtered and flecks of blood sprayed out but he stopped screaming for the moment.

Eat it, Lan Fen urged him.

The White Tyrant said it wasnt enough. Lan Fen said it would stabilize him. His arms and legs were broken. He couldnt wait.

Pu-Put it in my hand.

Chen-

Please, he wheezed.

Oh just let him do it, the White Tyrant said. He reclined in the air as if laying on a couch. I want to see what pathetic logic this is.

Lan Fen frowned but moved the pill out of sight. He couldnt feel his hand so he could only trust she put it there.

Phelps.

The screaming stopped. He heard shuffling and a wet nose brushed his cheek.

Phelps you ne-need to eat whats in my hand.

A bleeding heart to go with a bleeding body a truly unrivaled Heavenly Physique, The White Tyrant said.

Lan Fen searched his eyes before placing her hands on the ground and bowing her head. It wasnt low enough to be called a dogeza, her head was still well above the ground, but it was the lowest bow he had ever seen her give.

I deeply apologize. It was because of my negligence that this occurred. Had I been less arrogant and more respectful of my opponent you would not have been placed in such danger.

Chen Haoran didnt say anything and let Lan Fen sit there. He just stared up into the misty depths of the Inventory space. For all the risks to his life he had so far faced, none had ever come so tortuously close as this one. Had Elder Qianbei not wanted to use him as a hostage he would have died right then and there. If he hadnt thought to use the Earth Mammoth Ivory then he still would have died. So long as Lan Fen got within the Elders range he had no more use, killing him would be a simple snap of the neck.

He sighed. Sometimes I wonder if choosing you was really the best choice for me.

Lan Fen accepted the criticism in silence. She didnt ask for forgiveness and he didnt offer any.

Still, she saved his life in the end. He wouldn't have survived the aftermath of Elder Qianbei's death. Thank you.

Lan Fen lifted her head and nodded.

How are my injuries? he asked

Much better after you took that Earth-Rank pill. While I am not a specialist you should be able to recover functionality in a month.

Even after taking the pill, it would take him a month to recover. It hammered home just how serious his injuries had been. Without the pill how long would it have taken him to heal? Would he have been permanently crippled?

Lan Fen seemed to read the distress on his face and took out a small jade bottle. I still have two Salamander Spirit Pills if youd like to use them.

He had to give Lan Fen credit for stepping around the elephant in the room. He nodded and she placed the pills in his hand. Phelps, it seemed had learned from the first time and immediately ate both pills after permission from Chen Haoran.

Received Hundred-Fold: Earth-Rank Salamander Reconstitution Pill.

A thought placed the pill in his mouth and he swallowed it. As soon as it entered his core he felt the qi in the pill turn into a powerful heat. Lan Fen immediately put her hands over his core.

For medicinal pills like this it helps to deliberately distribute the effect, she said, answering his silent question. Under her care of her qi the medicinal effect flowed to his limbs. He traced the path with his own qi and observed her control. When the fiery qi entered his limbs he watched it flow through his broken meridians and rather than spill out wastefully it sank into his flesh and began to knit together soft tissue, reconnect bones, and repair his meridians. He could feel his arms and legs heat up and itch but he ignored it and focused on Lan Fens technique. Soon he was using his qi to take over more and more until Lan Fen removed her hands and he directed the last of the pills energy by himself.

He slowly lift up one arm, then the other, and did the same for both legs. After that, he gingerly sat up. Lan Fen removed his splints and redid his bandages. With her assistance, he stood up to Phelpss joyous squeals. He was still a bit shaky and lacked strength but it was otherwise a miraculous recovery. Once he took the third pill hed be as good as new.

Dont even think about it, The White Tyrant said, startling Chen Haoran.

Excuse me?

I know that look. He snorted in disdain. Youve already taken two pills back to back and built a resistance. Taking the third one now is just a waste. Just let your qis recovery ability do its work and youll be fine in the next few days.

I see. He remembered Lan Fen mentioned being resistant to certain pills earlier. Thank you.

Do I need such paltry gratitude? You know what I want. Lan Fen frowned. The White Tyrant sneered at her. Youre curious to brat, dont deny it.

I will not standby and watch you force him however, Lan Fen said.

Chen Haoran held up a hand before they could argue again. He looked at Lan Fen. I know youve already grasped the gist of my secret just like I have yours. Itd be ridiculous to keep up the pretense at this point.

Lan Fen hesitated but nodded in agreement in the end.

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