Chapter 1544 - 1545: Can't Even Make It as a Lackey?
Yang Fei carefully examined Shi Kong's injuries.
He discovered that Shi Kong's meridians and dantian were filled with extremely sharp sword qi all over.
That sword qi had ravaged Shi Kong's meridians and dantian beyond recognition, and at the same time hindered Shi Kong's body's recovery functions.
At this moment, Shi Kong still being able to keep a breath going was already considered lucky.
Shi Kong looked at Yang Fei's serious expression and coughed weakly twice.
"No need to come up with more ways, letting me become a cripple is worse than just letting me die."
"Dying at the hands of Jian Xu, I don't count it as unfortunate."
Yang Fei chuckled, taking out a silver needle.
"I'm determined not to let you die, what can you do?"
Yang Fei's Xuantian Nine Needles significantly consumed his own essence qi.
However, ever since Yang Fei broke through the Martial Arts Realm, he could already use the fourth needle of the Xuantian Nine Needles.
Let alone Shi Kong who was merely injured; even if he truly died, Yang Fei could stimulate his vitality to revive him for another day or half a day.
Shi Kong looked at Yang Fei wielding the gleaming silver needle, feeling a twinge of fear in his heart.
"Stop it, I haven't had an injection in ages, and I don't need anyone's rescue either."
Yang Fei wore a malicious smile: "I'm insisting on giving you a shot, what are you going to do?"
With that, the silver needle in his hand swiftly went out.
In an instant, dozens of silver needles were inserted into Shi Kong's body.
"Damn you, is there a doctor forcing treatment like this?"
Shi Kong couldn't help but curse out loud, Yang Fei couldn't be bothered with nonsense, casually sticking a needle behind his ear.
Shi Kong's mouth opened widely, yet he couldn't make any more sounds, as Yang Fei had sealed his mute point.
Yang Fei's hand sent out one silver needle after another, instantly piercing Shi Kong's 108 major acupoints, while also traversing Shi Kong's governor and conception vessels.
The Evil Dragon Soldiers watching behind Yang Fei found it amusing, all gathering around to mock Shi Kong with snide remarks.
"The Chief Instructor is giving you a shot, that's a privilege for you, what the hell are you whining for?"
"When have you seen our Chief Instructor voluntarily giving a man an injection? This guy only gives injections to women, and always uses large syringes."
"Damn, not knowing good from bad, our Chief Instructor is a true national expert, capable of reviving the dead, truly brainless."
"You know, Big Bald's head looks like a turtle's head, quite adorable; I'm definitely befriending him."
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The Evil Dragon gang of soldier kings, each of their mouths was particularly venomous, sarcastic, and humorous.
They only left Shi Kong with his mouth wide open, wanting to retort, but unable to speak.
The sense of frustration was indescribable.
In less than ten minutes, Yang Fei had finished performing the fourth level technique of the Xuantian Nine Needles.
Shi Kong's whole body's acupoints and meridians were broken and destroyed by True Martial Qi Energy.
His body was burning, suffering as if being cut by a thousand knives.
However, at this moment, once Yang Fei completed the Xuantian Nine Needles, the piercing sword qi inside him was eliminated.
His blocked meridians also became unblocked, and a refreshing coolness spread through his chest.
Shi Kong secretly marveled, he hadn't expected Yang Fei to possess such skills.
Yang Fei packed away the silver needles, smiling incessantly.
Once the Xuantian Nine Needles were performed, Shi Kong's life was considered saved.
Although his Martial Arts Realm would undoubtedly fall, yet the future is promising.
Someday, this fellow could climb back to the True Martial Peak.
After Yang Fei completed the acupuncture for Shi Kong, Shi Kong sat cross-legged, adjusting his qi-blood within.
After some time, he opened his eyes and let out a long sigh, swearing under his breath.
"Damn it, I always fear owing favors the most, now I owe you another one, not knowing how to repay it."
Yang Fei laughed heartily: "If you don't know how to repay, then just don't. The key is, I find you agreeable."
"Otherwise, even if beasts ate you, it wouldn't concern me."
Shi Kong climbed up from the ground, reached out and slapped Yang Fei's shoulder vigorously.
"Well said, I find you quite agreeable too, having no place to go anyway, I'll just tag along."
Saying this, Shi Kong took a deep breath and with a 'wow,' spat out a mouthful of darkened congealed blood.
Yang Fei flipped his eyes at him, full of disdain.
"All the brothers I take on are strong; a rookie like you better not come mess things up, get as far away as you can."
"Damn it, you're bullying people too much."
Shi Kong nearly exploded with rage.
He was still a True Martial Artist, even if his Martial Arts Realm fell, he could at least reach the Gang Qi Tung Shen state.
This bastard actually said he was a rookie?
He nearly said something but held back, suddenly letting out a cold laugh, looking up at the sky, muttering to himself.
"I've heard there's a Divine Trace in this ruined city, does anyone want to know where it is?"
Yang Fei and the Evil Dragon Soldier King, along with over a dozen Night Clan experts, originally planned to leave.
However, at this moment, they suddenly heard Shi Kong's words, their bodies seemed nailed to the spot unable to move.
Yang Fei turned around, suddenly switching expressions, full of smiles.
"Do you mean you know where the Divine Trace is? Shall we go have a look together?"
Shi Kong flipped his eyes at him.
"Indeed, there's a Divine Trace, yet why should I tell you? I'm just a rookie, can't even be a lackey?"
Yang Fei widened his eyes, looking around indignantly.
"Who said that? Saying such things are a waste of talent, against all reason, who said that, stand forth!"
Everyone looked amusedly at Yang Fei.
Speaking of thickness of skin, among all Evil Dragon Soldier Kings, no one could match Yang Fei, the Chief Instructor.
Shi Kong watched Yang Fei's self-directed act, finding it amusing, he patted Yang Fei's shoulder.
"Stop acting, you just want to know where the Divine Trace is, considering you saved my life, I'll take you there."
Yang Fei widened his eyes, looking at Shi Kong suspiciously.
"A Divine Trace actually exists, could there really be a god?"
Shi Kong shook his head, sighed.
"I don't know about gods, but I know the Grand Priest spends all day in the Divine Tomb, it surely has something to do with gods."
Yang Fei leapt three feet high: "Then what are we waiting for, let's go together."
Shi Kong led the way, Yang Fei followed behind.
The Evil Dragon Soldier Kings and over a dozen Night Clan experts, forming a squad of 30, took combat formation following Shi Kong.
Shi Kong strode forward.
Though he was injured, the recovery ability of a True Martial Master was exceedingly robust.
Merely lying down for ten plus minutes, he was already moving normally.
Yang Fei's Xuantian Nine Needles had already helped Shi Kong resolve the deadly sword qi within him.
As for some external flesh wounds, to Shi Kong, they were negligible.
This ruined city, though dilapidated, had very wide streets.
Long streets, crisscrossing, interwoven.
Yang Fei followed behind Shi Kong, navigating through the intricate roadways of the city, turning about.
Finally, Shi Kong stopped before a tall altar.