The night falls.
Outside a guest room of the Xianlai Restaurant, a young figure stands still like a boulder, unmoving.
"Chen Yang, you really don't need to worry. Not considering combat skills, just talking about treating and saving people, even the nine major sects cannot compare to my City Lord's Mansion."
Beside him, Mu Gang leaned closer to the young man, who was none other than Chen Yang himself, and patted his shoulder, "And this Jin Wushu is the top physician at my City Lord's Mansion."
"She's said there's an eighty percent chance, which means it's a hundred percent."
"Physicians tend to be very cautious in their speech and behavior."
Earlier, after reaching an agreement with Chen Yang outside the city, Mu Ling'er personally contacted the City Lord's Mansion. An hour ago, the physician named Jin Wushu rushed to Shisu Town.
After checking Gu Zhiqing, she said this sentence about having an eighty percent chance.
As Chen Yang let out a sigh of relief, his heart still hung in suspense.
As the saying goes, concern leads to chaos.
Until he gets the news of complete recovery, he cannot ease his mind.
Chen Yang composed himself, lit a cigarette, took a gentle puff, and looked silently out the window.
After the rain, the sky was exceptionally clear, stars dotted the vast sky.
"Chen Yang, you might not have considered this fully."
Mu Gang stepped forward and stood side by side with Chen Yang, saying eerily, "Among the victims from Northern Mountain, only you came out alive. The deaths of the Ning Family brothers and even Mu Feng of the City Lord's Mansion will be blamed on you."
"By agreeing to come to the City Lord's Mansion for the princess, it might be like a sheep entering a tiger's den."
"What was not considered?"
Chen Yang squinted his eyes and said, "As long as Zhiqing is safe, everything else is minor."
"I, Chen Yang, have never let anyone down in my life and I will not let anyone down."
The moonlight reflected.
His face, always firm, was illuminated by the moonlight, exuding an enchanting charm.
The young man who once supported the entire secular world is now still radiating brilliance.
Mu Gang was suddenly lost in thought, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
After wandering for decades, it was the first time he was completely taken aback by a young man.
In this Martial World of Yuning Mountain, although the words loyalty often lingered on many people's lips, facing the true test, they were easily defeated.
Selfishness and the dark side of human nature were magnified infinitely in this Yuning Mountain compared to the secular world.
Especially for a woman.
If, in the future, due to today's decision, Chen Yang suffers, he might be ridiculed by many.
An hour later.
Creak.
The door was pushed open, and an old woman, half covered in a black robe, walked out carrying a medicine box. Sweat soaked her forehead, and her deeply sunken eyes stared directly at Chen Yang.
"Heh heh... "
A smile pulled across the old woman's withered face, her voice screeching like claws on metal, chilling the hair, "Young man, you are a person of great luck."
"This Extreme Yin Body, rare among tens of thousands, yet you encountered it."
Having wanted to inquire further, Chen Yang was caught off guard by this statement, scratching his head unconsciously.
"It's okay, go in and see."
The old woman, none other than Jin Wushu herself, waved her hand and left alone.
"Thank you."
Chen Yang cupped his hands, then stepped into the room.
"So it was because of absorbing the Extreme Yin Body."
Mu Gang, standing aside, suddenly understood and eyebrows raised, "But even with the Extreme Yin Body, this guy can leap two realms in Heaven Saint; he's not ordinary."
"Such exceptional talent, combined with some good luck, I look forward to seeing where you can eventually reach."
Saying this, the previous anticipation on Mu Gang's face turned into a bitter smile.
A myriad of challenges await him ahead, fearing he might fall halfway through.
In this world, there are never a shortage of geniuses.
Some turn mediocre, and others fall halfway. Those who truly make it, growing into great figures, are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
And he.
Most likely won't reach the end.
At least, that's what Mu Gang believed.
Inside the room.
Gu Zhiqing, sitting on the edge of the bed, was adjusting her clothes. Seeing Chen Yang enter, she turned slightly, a hint of blush on her face.
"How do you feel?" Chen Yang asked.
Gu Zhiqing stood up, "Pretty good, should be completely healed in a few days."
"That's good, that's good."
At this moment, Chen Yang finally relaxed completely, a smile tugging at his lips.
Gu Zhiqing gazed at Chen Yang.
Their eyes met.
At this moment, silence spoke louder than words.
Everything was said without saying anything.
For Gu Zhiqing, she had thought her rest of life would be:
No one to stand with me at dusk, no one to ask if my porridge is warm, no one to snuff my lamp.
Desolate, lonely.
After parting from the Changsheng Sect last time, she thought she wouldn't have the chance to meet again, being alone, left to fate.
But.
Someone tirelessly pursued me.
That phrase.
"Even if it's climbing the knife mountain or descending into the fire sea, to be against the entire Yuning Mountain, what does it matter?" was so heartwarming, yet so bold and magnanimous.
"Thank you."
Usually cold as ice, Gu Zhiqing stepped forward, leaned on Chen Yang's shoulder, softly murmured.
This thank you.
Not only a gratitude for Chen Yang's unwavering support and healing, but for having his companionship for the rest of her life.
I am meant to live carefree in the mortal world, a wild horse in the water, with a sword brewing wine.
A solitary journey, traversing the world.
"If there's any thanks, it's mine to you."
Chen Yang gently grasped Gu Zhiqing's waist, smiled.
From a divine perspective, aren't these two meant to be together?
...
In the same starlight, Biluo Sword Valley lay in tranquility.
A towering young man stands within a study, casually lifting a brush, dipping it in ink, wildly inscribing it over a spread paper.
With bold strokes, a depiction emerges of a man astride a tall horse, wielding a long spear, his black cloak fluttering.
Upon close inspection, it is his self-portrait.
Gu Jian.
The Chief Disciple of Biluo Sword Valley, one of the most outstanding figures among the younger generation.
"The world outside claims you, Chen Yang, to be akin to a brilliant star emerging, comparable to a sleeping dragon awakening."
After his brushwork, Gu Jian, hands behind him, fixed his burning gaze upon the quiet night outside, a smile tugged at his lips, "But in this Yuning Mountain, how many people are worthy of the phrase, sleeping dragon awakening?"
Gu Jian strides out, standing at the door, gazing at the bright moon.
A truly brilliant star, a true sleeping dragon, either appears unremarkably or, upon emergence, illuminates the entire realm, commanding countless to look up.
For instance.
The man who loves self-portraits, viewed by Biluo Sword Valley as their future symbol?
Snap.
Gu Jian snapped his fingers, summoning a subordinate, "Spread the word that the one to send Chen Yang to hell, his name is Gu, with the single name Jian."
"..."