Song Chuanxin's shock

They sent four True Gang Realm martial artists to kill me in one go. They've really spared no expense. It seems the Yinyuan Sect already sees me as a threat they have no choice but to eliminate, Lin Qing thought.

As he pondered this, his gaze swept across the courtyard. He saw a pale-faced Wei Dong bracing one hand against the wall as he staggered to his feet.

The other three were still lying on the ground, their faces pale and their bodies unconscious. Blood seeped from some of their noses and mouths. Their condition was clearly dire.

Lin Qing went straight to Wei Dong's side. "How are you? Are you badly hurt?"

Wei Dong rubbed his head. "It hurts like hell. Damn it, those Yinyuan Sect Fiends' howls are way too vicious. I couldn't take it. Couldn't take it at all. That one scream nearly sent my soul flying."

"All four of them were True Gang Realm martial artists. One worshipped the Red Embroidered Lady. That roar was sorcery, not an ordinary martial technique. It's impressive enough that you didn't pass out." As Lin Qing spoke, he pressed a hand against Wei Dong's shoulder. White currents swirled around his palm and slowly flowed into Wei Dong's body.

Wei Dong suddenly felt a cool sensation wash through his body, and the pain in his head eased considerably.

"Brother Lin, what move is that? It feels so good," Wei Dong asked curiously.

"This is astral qi derived from the everlasting spring force generated by the Everlasting Spring Art. It nourishes the body and soul." After this casual explanation, Lin Qing rose and went over to the other three. He pressed his hands against them as well, trying to channel everlasting spring astral qi into their bodies to heal their injuries.

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