Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1229 - 1227: I, Yi Shengtang, Am Not an Unrighteous Man

On Changliu Mountain.

Intermittent roars and howls echoed.

However, because it was too far away, people couldn't immediately distinguish whether the sound was from Ling Wudeng or Lin Fan.

But.

The screams were so shrill that they sent chills down the spines of those listening, causing their hair to stand on end and their hearts to tremble.

Especially Mo Ningxiang.

She had already collapsed on the ground, her breath weak, utterly exhausted.

Every time the sound arrived, she mustered all her strength to open her eyes wide, looking up the road leading up the mountain.

The reason she was still holding on and not fainting was that she was waiting for news.

She firmly believed that Brother Lin Fan would surely appear on the path up the mountain.

She wanted to wait for that moment.

Having been hit by Dongmen Buju twice and still being conscious was difficult. Mo Ningxiang didn't know how much longer she could hold on, her eyelids were unbearably heavy as if weighed down by lead, ready to close at any moment.

But she believed it wouldn't take long before she would see Brother Lin Fan appear safe and sound, and then she could be at ease.

Not even Dongmen Buju.

Could determine from the sound who exactly was roaring and howling.

At times it sounded like Ling Wudeng, and other times it sounded like Lin Fan.

He couldn't help but furrow his brows, growing increasingly worried.

"What's going on! Why is Ling Wudeng taking so long when it's just a nobody of a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor?"

Although Lin Fan's return was somewhat troublesome, it shouldn't take this long.

Dongmen Buju murmured to himself, furrowing his brows even tighter.

He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, as if the longer the situation dragged on, the worse it was for Ling Wudeng.

He didn't know why he had such a feeling.

It just felt like Ling Wudeng had already lost.

How is that possible!

As soon as this thought popped into his mind, he immediately denied it.

The gap between a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor and a Middle Heavenly Venerate was like the difference between heaven and earth; Lin Fan couldn't possibly be Ling Wudeng's opponent—what a joke.

He found the absurd thought in his head utterly laughable.

Even the clan leaders began to speculate due to the prolonged lack of outcome.

"What's going on with Ling's retainer? Given his skills, this certainly shouldn't take so long."

"And this is Lin Fan's second time coming; it should be resolved more quickly."

"Could something unexpected have happened?"

"What could go wrong? No matter how unexpected, a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor couldn't possibly kill a Middle Heavenly Venerate. It's like a toddler trying to fight an adult—no chance of winning."

The analyses weren't without reason.

A Ninth Rank Saint Emperor was like a toddler, a Middle Heavenly Venerate like an adult trained in martial arts; there's no comparison.

Lin Fan has no means to win; it's simply impossible.

However.

Analysis is analysis, and fact is fact.

For now, Ling Wudeng still hasn't returned. It appeared he was entangled in a fierce battle with Lin Fan.

A battle between a toddler and a martial arts expert, just speaking of it sounds ludicrous.

But.

No one on Changliu Mountain dared to laugh.

Because it was too unbelievable.

Yi Shengtang's gaze remained fixed on Mo Ningxiang.

Lin Fan had been kind to him, and Mo Ningxiang was Lin Fan's person, so he couldn't just sit by and do nothing.

Moreover, Mo Ningxiang's aura grew weaker, her body leaned powerlessly against the wall, on the verge of life and death.

Even if Mo Ningxiang weren't Lin Fan's person, Yi Shengtang still felt a deep sense of compassion observing her.

He also had a sister the same age as Mo Ningxiang, who had been in a similar situation, making him even more empathetic.

He glanced over at Dongmen Buju.

Dongmen Buju, with heavy brows, stared fixedly at the mountain path, paying no attention to Mo Ningxiang.

Yi Shengtang looked at Mo Ningxiang, took a deep breath, and quietly approached.

"Clan Leader Mo, are you alright?"

He quietly went to Mo Ningxiang, squatting on the side that Dongmen Buju couldn't see, and asked softly.

Mo Ningxiang was momentarily puzzled, looking at Yi Shengtang with a look of confusion, as if to say: Do I know you?

"Lin Fan is my benefactor; he saved my sister. Since his person is in trouble, I can't ignore it. Whatever you need, just tell me, and I'll do everything I can."

Mo Ningxiang's face had lost all color, pale as paper, as she tried to offer a gentle smile.

"N-nothing... Clan Leader Yi, be careful..."

"I'm fine." Yi Shengtang's heart trembled. Seeing Mo Ningxiang like this, he admired her ability to think of others and felt a rush of warmth. "Lin Fan will be okay."

Mo Ningxiang gave a weak smile, nodding slightly.

"He'll be okay... definitely okay..."

She was both agreeing with Yi Shengtang and trying to reassure herself.

Yi Shengtang pondered for a moment and then spoke softly again: "While Dongmen Buju hasn't noticed yet, let me infuse some Spiritual Power into you; it might help alleviate your pain."

He reached out his hand.

But Mo Ningxiang refused.

"No need... Clan Leader Yi, save your Spiritual Power... If by any chance Dongmen Buju decides to kill... you'll need it to escape... but me..."

Mo Ningxiang's tragic smile was heart-wrenching.

Yi Shengtang's eye twitched slightly, feeling indescribably sad. His hand hung awkwardly in mid-air, unsure whether to proceed or pull back, frozen in place.

Mo Ningxiang's words were true.

If Dongmen Buju did unleash his fury, he might still use that bit of Spiritual Power to escape and save his own life.

But.

With Mo Ningxiang's life fading away, how could he stand by doing nothing?

He couldn't.

And Lin Fan was his savior, making it even less imaginable to him.

Suddenly.

Yi Shengtang opened his eyes and, without hesitation, extended his hand forward to grab Mo Ningxiang's wrist.

At the same time.

A warm stream of Spiritual Power flowed from Yi Shengtang into Mo Ningxiang.

Mo Ningxiang immediately felt the pain ease, her body lightened, and a slight feeling of joy washed over her. She opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at Yi Shengtang.

"Clan Leader Yi..."

"I, Yi Shengtang, am not one to forsake righteousness. Young Master Lin is my benefactor; I can't just watch you die."

The pain in Mo Ningxiang lessened, and she felt a sudden return of strength within her body, her complexion becoming noticeably healthier.

Suddenly.

An overwhelming and terrifying aura appeared behind Yi Shengtang, as if Death itself from Hell were staring intently at Mo Ningxiang and Yi Shengtang.

Yi Shengtang was still intently focused on healing Mo Ningxiang when he suddenly felt an overshadowing presence behind him, turning the air around him cold, his heart sinking.

Not good!

He felt immobilized, as if the Immobilization Spell had been cast on him, freezing him where he stood.

"Clan Leader Yi of the Shennong Clan, what are you doing here? Is your hand itching, feeling the need to treat every patient you see?"

From behind.

Dongmen Buju's sinister voice came through, mocking and eerie, sending shivers down one's spine.

Yi Shengtang's body trembled violently, about to turn his head.

Dongmen Buju grabbed him by the nape and lifted him like an eagle snatching a chick.

Yi Shengtang curled into a ball, overwhelmed with fear, panic, his soul nearly leaving his body.

"Since you have so much Spiritual Power, why not share some with me?"

Dongmen Buju spun Yi Shengtang around, his eyes blood-red and terrifying, grinning as if ready to devour Yi Shengtang whole.

Yi Shengtang, life hanging by a thread!