Serious Internal Injuries

After Old Master Zhuang led the group away, one of the men following behind him asked in confusion, "Master, that Kid's severe injuries haven't healed. He's clearly no match for us brothers. Why did you agree to give them so much time?"

Old Master Zhuang turned around and shot the man an indifferent glance, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment at his failure to meet expectations.

"We have no deep-seated grudge against the Changfeng Escort Agency. Why should we stick our necks out for the Fuwei Escort Agency? Doing something so thankless would only invite trouble, wouldn't it?"

"Besides, if they really deliver five thousand taels of silver on schedule three months from now, wouldn't I be making a tidy profit for nothing? Your master is just a businessman now. Whoever gives me something to gain, I help."

Changfeng Escort Agency, rear courtyard room.

Mister Mo, whom Li Qingzhu had invited, was an old friend of Li Yuanzhen's.

Strictly speaking, he could be considered half an elder who had watched Meng Qingshan grow up.

Thus, when Mister Mo heard that Meng Shan had awakened, he hurried over at once.

Once Meng Shan had settled down, Mister Mo slowly approached the bed, extended an aged yet powerful hand, and gently placed it on Meng Shan's wrist to carefully take his pulse.

After a while, Mister Mo withdrew his hand, stroked the beard on his chin, and revealed a trace of puzzlement.

"How strange indeed!"

Mister Mo murmured, "Yesterday, his pulse was as faint as a thread, and he was on the brink of death. Yet today, his pulse is already steady. What could be the reason?"

Then his expression brightened. "No matter what, now that things are like this, he can be treated. How wonderful!"

Seeing Mister Mo's brows knit tightly before relaxing again, Meng Shan immediately grew uneasy. He had no desire to end up dead!

He could not help licking his dry lips as he asked, "Mister Mo, are my injuries serious?"

Mister Mo smiled slowly. "Qingshan, you are blessed with good fortune. Though this old man does not know the reason, judging from today's pulse, your injuries are no longer a Danger to Life. With a few prescriptions and proper recuperation, you should recover completely within a few months."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

That night.

The Changfeng Escort Agency was dimly lit, its lamps no brighter than beans.

After drinking the Blood Mansion Stasis-Dispelling Decoction prescribed by Mister Mo, Meng Shan fell into a heavy sleep.

After falling asleep, Meng Shan, who had not dreamed in years, unexpectedly began to dream.

In his dream were towering buildings and flashing blades. Those two sets of memories intertwined, while bloody and brutal scenes kept surfacing in his mind...

It was as though he had witnessed that harrowing night with his own eyes: friends and family dying miserably, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

An intense wave of grief and rage surged into his heart, nearly suffocating him.

"Phew..."

Meng Shan jolted awake from the nightmare and let out a long breath.

He forced his injured body upright, then turned his head and saw a bronze mirror on a table not far away.

Under the faint moonlight, he stared at the blurred, unfamiliar face in the bronze mirror. He could not help reaching out to touch it gently, feeling the genuine texture of skin beneath his fingers.

This sudden transformation made him wonder whether he was merely an illusion in Meng Qingshan's dream.

Not long ago, he had still been Meng Shan, living in modern society. Now, however, he had become Meng Qingshan in this unfamiliar world.

Meng Qingshan?!

Meng Shan closed his eyes, unable to calm the emotion called grief within him.

The tragic scene at the Changfeng Escort Agency that night, along with the image of Li Yuanzhen before his death, kindled a raging fire in Meng Shan's heart.

That night, nearly everyone in the escort agency had used their lives to protect Meng Qingshan.

It was said that those who survived at death's door carried the wronged souls of the departed on their backs. Yet even so, had he ultimately still failed to survive?

After a long while, Meng Shan finally calmed down.

Cold moonlight fell across the hazy bronze mirror, reflecting the face of a seventeen-year-old Youth, bearing a determination that did not match his age.

The resolute light in his eyes seemed capable of illuminating this endless darkness.

Not necessarily. Now that I have inherited his memories, from this day onward, I am Meng Qingshan!

The night stretched on.

Yet Meng Qingshan had no desire to sleep.

After quite some time, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "They owe the Changfeng Escort Agency so many lives, yet they still have the nerve to demand the escort silver. Their greed knows no bounds."

Meng Qingshan had never intended to hand Old Master Zhuang five thousand taels of silver. "Three months" was merely a delaying tactic.

He was now completely certain that he had transmigrated into the world of Wulin Qixia Zhuan.

Given Meng Qingshan's knowledge of this game, three months was more than enough time for him to become a moderately capable expert.

Since Black Wind Stronghold and the Fuwei Escort Agency were behind this escort job, he would simply reclaim what was owed from those two places.

With that thought, Meng Qingshan focused his mind, and a translucent Character Panel instantly appeared before him as he began examining his condition.