Pei Ling immediately opened his eyes. By then, his entire body had been charred black. The slightest movement made his charcoal-like skin fall away with bloody, mangled flesh beneath it. Red-black blood flowed over his body, a horrifying sight.
Without hesitation, he took out a pill and swallowed it. As his magic power circulated, the medicinal effects spread, and his injuries quickly healed.
After swiftly changing into a fresh robe, Pei Ling was about to go out again when he suddenly sensed something. He immediately closed his eyes and lay motionless on the bed.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Almost as soon as Pei Ling lay down, another knock sounded from outside. This time, the knocking was slow—almost gentle, with a steady rhythm.
Yet with every knock, a deep, bone-revealing gash split open across Pei Ling's still-healing body.
Severe pain instantly raced through him, and blood gushed from the wounds.
Pei Ling endured the pain, not moving at all.
The person knocking this time was different from the previous two...
If nothing unexpected happened, the one knocking now should be a cultivator from Suzhen Heaven, while the first person to knock had been from Yanxi City.
But no matter what, there was something wrong with all three righteous cultivators!
Next, he had to deal with one of them as quickly as possible.
"Liulan Dynasty just knocked on my door. It'll be a while before they might come knocking again."
"If the one knocking now is a cultivator from Suzhen Heaven, it's the same..."
"Next, it'll definitely be the first one who knocked."
"I need to deal with that first cultivator..."
As Pei Ling thought this, deep wounds kept appearing across his body. Before long, he was covered in mangled flesh.
The robe he had just changed into was already soaked with blood.