Chapter 419: 33 New Member_1
âShoo!â
âShoo Shoo Shoo!â
The clear sound of a sword buzzed continuously in Wang Baâs ears.
Under the influence of this sound, Wang Ba, feeling a little drowsy, couldnât help but open his eyes.
He suddenly realized something and widened his eyes.
âBu Chan!â
He sat up abruptly.
But he found himself lying in a new wooden house that was rather crude and even somewhat ugly.
After a glance, Wang Ba was extremely certain that this was not built by Bu Chan.
His junior sisterâs wooden houses were never so ugly.
âCould it be made by senior brother?â
Such a guess couldnât help but rise in Wang Baâs heart.
Before fainting, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of a familiar sword-light.
The place where he fought with Yuan Wenzhi was very close to where Zhao Feng was. The one who could arrive at that time was probably Zhao Feng.
Thinking of this.
Wang Baâs gaze quickly swept over, and he saw that the wooden house was empty and had nothing inside.
There wasnât even any straw under Wang Ba.
It was incredibly crude, driving Wang Ba to firm up his guess.
He raised his hand to touch, and immediately found that his storage bag, storage ring, and spirit beast bag were all there.
His spiritual sense scanned the spirit beast bag, and Wang Ba immediately felt relieved.
Not a single spirit beast inside was missing.
âBoli?â
In the corner of the spirit beast bag, Wang Ba saw a cream-coloured parrot.
It was Bu Chanâs pet, Boli.
Perhaps because of pecking at the Class III magic tool previously, its sharp beak was severely cracked open.
Even if itâs not fatal, the damage to its appearance is significant.
However, as long as itâs properly cared for, it should recover in the not too distant future.
But Wang Ba soon felt heavy-hearted.
The spirit beasts he released from the bag are all there, not including the Azure Spirit Turtles he lost. Yet the Wu Monkey King was nowhere to be found.
And Wu Monkey King was the best spirit beast he had, also an existence he had high hopes for.
Without the Wu Monkey King, his strength would be affected. Within a short time, he probably wouldnât be able to cultivate another spirit beast that could quickly reach Class III as soon as it got the Class III inner core, just like the Wu Monkey King.
âWas Wu Monkey King killed by Yuan Wenzhi?â
Thinking about this possibility, Wang Ba couldnât help feeling a little gloomy.
But this gloom was quickly replaced by something more important:
âWhereâs Bu Chan? How is she?!â
Before fainting, he vaguely noticed that Bu Chanâs aura had become weaker.
If she had not been treated promptly, she mightâŠ
Wang Ba immediately got up.
Hearing the sound of swords whistling outside, he hurried out of the door.
What caught his eyes was a clear blue lake.
Its crystal-clearness mirrored that of the sky.
A familiar figure hovered above the lake.
Sword-light swirled around her, and countless sword silhouettes crisscrossed around her.
She closed her eyes in meditation, her face cold but with a touch of warmth.
It was Zhao Feng.
âSenior brother!â
Even though he already had his suspicions, seeing Zhao Feng still filled Wang Ba with surprise and joy.
Feeling Wang Baâs arrival, Zhao Feng also couldnât help but open his eyes.
In an instant, Wang Ba felt as if countless sword beams were flashing in Zhao Fengâs eyes!
His eyes stung a little.
Yet Zhao Feng seemed to realize something and quickly retracted the sword beams from his eyes.
His eyes returned to their normal state.
He no longer seemed so sharp and intimidating, giving people the impression of an ordinary cultivator.
Wang Ba knew that this was because Zhao Feng had cast the âIntense Darknessâ.
âJunior brother, you woke up.â
Seeing Wang Ba, a joyful expression couldnât help but appear on Zhao Fengâs face. He immediately landed in front of Wang Ba.
However, countless sword silhouettes continued to whirl around him.
Paired with his normal cultivatorâs appearance hidden by âIntense Darknessâ, a strange contradiction appeared.
âSenior brother, what isâŠâ
Wang Ba looked at him curiously.
Zhao Feng looked a bit helpless: âI havenât been in the Golden Core realm for long, so itâs still a bit difficult for me to control it properlyâ
Wang Ba was dumbfounded.
He nodded his head, and then asked somewhat nervously:
âSenior brother, how is Bu Chan nowâŠâ
Zhao Feng had not met Bu Chan before, but Wang Ba had shown Zhao Feng what Bu Chan looked like during their leisure chats.
Hearing Wang Baâs words, Zhao Feng understood his anxiety and immediately said:
âShe was on the brink of death when I arrived, due to exhaustion of her mana and injuries inflicted by a Rank III magical instrument.â
Wang Baâs heart tightened instantly.
But a smile soon crept onto Zhao Fengâs face:
âBut donât worry, Tang Ji, the senior from the Linglong Ghost Market, took her away personally not long ago, promising to cure her wounds.â
âTang took her away?â
Upon hearing this, Wang Ba felt an immediate relief.
Tang Ji was an immortal master of the Nascent Soul level. With countless treasures in the Linglong Ghost Market, it shouldnât be too difficult to heal a Foundation Establishment cultivatorâs injuries.
But what puzzled him was how did Tang Ji come to know about his situation?
And why would he personally heal Bu Chan?
Itâs not difficult to guess the former, since with a Fragrance Plaque available, a Nascent Soul realm master could detect it with just a slight sense.
As for the latter, he couldnât figure it out.
Of course, he didnât know that Tang Ji had watched the entire process and admired Bu Chanâs character and integrity, which motivated him to treat her.
Even though he couldnât figure it out, he didnât think too much about it. As long as Bu Chan was safe and sound, he felt as if a huge weight was lifted from his chest. He quickly thought of something else.