Chapter 98: Wounded Again

"Uncle Feng, why are you talking so much nonsense with him? Quickly help me kill him," the girl behind the old man said urgently. Her bright eyes, filled with raging anger, were gradually misting over. The thought of her body being seen by Jianchen, and the fact that they had been less than a foot apart, naked and facing each other, filled her with an uncontrollable rage and extreme shame. Mixed in was a sense of grievance. This was the first time in her life that a boy had seen her body, and it was a boy she didn't even know. For a girl who had always been conservative, this was more painful than death.

"Haha, Miss, since Uncle Feng is unwilling to act, let Uncle Yun help you teach this boy a lesson," another voice suddenly rang out. Before the words had even finished, an old man in a white robe appeared in front of Jianchen as if out of nowhere. He casually waved his powerful hand, aiming a strike at Jianchen's chest.

The old man's strength was completely unfathomable to Jianchen. Faced with this palm, Jianchen dared not be the slightest bit careless and immediately dodged to the side with all his might. Just as Jianchen moved, a terrifying pressure suddenly appeared, pressing down on him. Under this immense pressure, Jianchen's internal organs felt as if they were being crushed by a mountain, making it difficult for him to breathe and almost crushing his organs.

At the same time that Jianchen was enduring this immense pressure, the two purple and green light points in his dantian began to flicker. However, Jianchen did not notice the changes in these two light points.

"Old Yun, hold on!" Seeing the old man who the girl called Uncle Feng about to strike Jianchen, the old man's face changed slightly, and he called out in a low voice.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The old man who called himself Uncle Yun's seemingly casual palm strike had already hit Jianchen's chest at lightning speed.

A mouthful of blood mixed with shattered internal organs spewed out of Jianchen's mouth. The old man's palm strike had completely caved in Jianchen's chest, shattering the bones in his chest and causing his internal organs to be torn apart by the powerful force.

At the moment Jianchen was struck, two faint purple and green lights flashed from his chest, touching the old man's palm and then disappearing instantly. Jianchen's body was sent flying.

"Huh!" The old man's face changed slightly, and he let out a surprised exclamation, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Jianchen flew more than thirty meters before crashing to the ground. Blood and shattered organs spewed from his mouth, and his face turned as pale as paper, devoid of any color. His expression was withered.

Seeing Jianchen still alive, the old man the girl called Uncle Yun's eyes flickered. Finally, he said, "Good boy, you have a strong life force. You survived my palm strike. Fine, I'll let you go for now." With that, Uncle Feng turned and walked towards the girl.

"Ah, I hope this doesn't cause too much trouble," the old man the girl called Uncle Feng muttered softly, then waved his left hand. The light breeze sword, which he had been holding between two fingers, flew towards Jianchen and disappeared upon touching his body.

"Miss, let's go," Uncle Feng said, letting out a loud eagle cry. A large flying magical beast descended from the sky and landed in front of them.

The girl's anger had not subsided. She said urgently, "Uncle Feng, that person is still alive. No, I must kill him today." She raised her sword and walked towards Jianchen, clearly unwilling to let him off for peeping on her while she was bathing.

"Miss, don't be unreasonable," Uncle Feng immediately stopped the girl.

"Uncle Feng!" The girl pouted, her beautiful face showing her grievance, her eyes misty, as if she was about to cry.

"Miss, don't be stubborn. It's getting late, and we need to continue our journey," the other old man said, his voice calm. He gently waved his hand, and a powerful holy force enveloped the girl, lifting her onto the back of the flying magical beast.

On the back of the flying magical beast, the girl stomped her feet in anger, glaring at the old man who had lifted her. "Uncle Yun, why don't you care about Luan'er anymore?"

The two old men exchanged glances, their eyes filled with helplessness, and then they both jumped onto the flying magical beast. Immediately, a strong wind blew, and the flying magical beast flapped its large wings, flying towards the distant horizon.

In the sky, the girl stood on the back of the flying magical beast, looking down at Jianchen, who was lying on the ground and gradually becoming smaller. The hatred in her eyes had not diminished.

"Uncle Feng, Uncle Yun, why are you letting that scoundrel go? Why?" The girl stomped her foot in anger, her face full of grievance, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Hearing this, Uncle Feng sighed. From the girl's still damp hair, they could easily guess what had just happened.

"Miss, that person is not simple. The family is currently facing immense pressure. At this critical moment, we should not create more enemies, to avoid bringing disaster to the family," Uncle Feng said, his voice filled with helplessness.

"Uncle Feng, when did you become so cowardly? That scoundrel is so weak, how could he pose a threat to our family?" the girl said angrily.

"Miss, that person is indeed not simple. We should not offend him. Although he is weak, there must be a powerful force behind him," the old man who had injured Jianchen, whom the girl called Uncle Yun, said, his face serious, as if he was worried about something. He slowly raised his right hand, which was wrapped in a long sleeve. On his palm were two deep wounds, the blood having stopped, but it was clear that the wounds had been completely pierced through from the palm to the back of the hand.

When the girl saw the shocking wounds on the old man's palm, her cherry lips opened wide, and her beautiful eyes stared in disbelief. "Uncle Yun, you... you... you're injured?" Her voice was filled with surprise and disbelief.

Uncle Feng's face also changed, and he exclaimed in a low voice, "Old Yun, you're actually injured?" His voice was filled with disbelief.

Uncle Yun nodded slowly. "These wounds were left by that young man, who is no more than twenty years old."

"How is that possible? Uncle Yun, are you joking? That scoundrel is so weak, even I can beat him. How could he injure you?" the girl jumped up, exclaiming loudly.

"Old Yun, how did you get those wounds on your palm?" Uncle Feng asked, his voice filled with doubt.

Old Yun looked puzzled. "I don't know. When my hand hit that person, I felt a sudden pain, and then I was injured. I have no idea what caused it."

Hearing this, Uncle Yun drew a deep breath and muttered, "That boy is indeed not simple. From the moment I saw his holy weapon, I suspected it. His holy weapon is different from others, seemingly containing something extra that makes it much more powerful, far exceeding his own strength."

The girl standing beside him was also stunned by Uncle Yun's words.

"Fortunately, we didn't kill that boy. Otherwise, if there is a powerful force behind him, we would have brought a huge trouble to the family. Now, I can only hope that the force behind him is not too strong, or that he is just a lucky boy who inherited the true teachings of a predecessor."

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Not far from the river, Jianchen lay weakly on the ground, his clothes stained red with blood. The old man's palm strike had severely injured him, shattering the bones in his chest and causing his internal organs to be almost completely destroyed. Now, except for his mind, which remained clear, his body was unable to move. This was the most severe injury he had ever suffered. If it weren't for his extraordinary cultivation method and the fact that he had been using holy force to strengthen his body since childhood, the old man's palm strike would have killed him.

The holy light in the world began to surge, rapidly gathering around Jianchen. Soon, he was enveloped in a dense, milky white light. As the holy light poured into his body through his pores, his injuries began to heal rapidly.