It's the aura of Martial Artist!
I don't know if they're friend or foe.
But whether friend or foe, he's now lying here unable to move.
Furthermore, I had noticed before that my trump card was on cooldown and completely unusable!
Before Jiang Fan could come up with a way to escape, the figure shrouded in terrifying pressure suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Huh? There are still living people?" an old voice rang out.
Um?
Jiang Fan was slightly taken aback. Why did that voice sound so familiar?
The cave was dimly lit, and he could no longer exert any Psychic Power, so he could only vaguely see the other person's outline. Judging from the other person's voice, the other person was not young.
Just as Jiang Fan was anxiously trying to get a clear look at the other person, the other person seemed to be observing something as well, and approached, bending down.
"Hey! It's you, kid!"
Jiang Fan finally saw what the other person looked like and was also shocked.
"Patriarch Lan... Patriarch Lan..."
The sound was strained and muffled, as if a fishbone had been stuck in his throat for over ten days. It was so faint that it was barely audible. Fortunately, this was a cave, very quiet and free of noise, otherwise it would have been difficult for others to hear Jiang Fan's voice.
Lan Mingxi squatted down, his old eyes scanning Jiang Fan.
"Wow! You're badly injured, it's a wonder you're still breathing, you're really lucky to be alive!"
"Judging from your tone, you wish I were dead?" Jiang Fan retorted.
"What do you think? I raised such a precious granddaughter, I cherished her like a precious gem, and what happened? She got trampled by you, you wild boar."
Lan Mingxi said it, but she didn't really hope that Jiang Fan would die like that.
"That's not right. This is undeveloped land. How could a mere Fourth Rank like you end up in a place like this?"
"What? Undeveloped land? You mean this place?!"
Jiang Fan was so startled he almost sat up, but because his physical condition was so bad, he only raised his head slightly before lying back down straight.
"You don't know?" Lan Mingxi looked at Jiang Fan with a strange expression.
How did I end up in a place like this?
What exactly is going on?
[Ding! This system knows this. What would you like to know, Master?]
Do you want to know?
Jiang Fan was speechless, but given the current situation, he had no intention of arguing with the system.
[Since Master is so eager to know, then I will mercifully tell you. After you completely lost consciousness, it was Big Black who carried you away, but later we were attacked by high-level demonic beasts. Big Black was chased with nowhere to run and eventually came to this place.]
So that's how it is.
He said that even if the side effects of the life-saving trump card were strong, they wouldn't be so outrageous as to directly bring him to this point.
"Speak, are you mute?"
After waiting for a long time without hearing Jiang Fan's reply, Lan Mingxi's tone became somewhat impatient.
"Hey kid, how did you get hurt like this? Who hurt you? It doesn't look like you were injured by a monster."
"I and a senior student from Yuanwu were attacked by the Church of Justice," Jiang Fan replied.
This answer surprised Lan Mingxi, but after thinking about it for a moment, she understood the reason.
"Was it aimed at you?"
"Sort of, but not entirely."
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
"And Ye Qizhen."
" Ye Qizhen? He came too? Where is he?"
"The battlefield was too chaotic at the time, and I got separated from him."
Upon hearing this, Lan Mingxi stroked his beard and nodded to himself.
"That makes sense. Since the sudden disappearance of the Holy Lord of the Church of Justice eighteen years ago, rumored to have perished, the Church of Justice has steadily declined. Coupled with the combined suppression from other sects, it has long lost its former glory. Why would they go to such lengths for a mere group of fledglings who haven't even graduated from the Yuanwu Academy? Only a dazzling genius like Ye Qizhen would attract their attention. Cough cough--cough cough--"
At this point, Lan Mingxi coughed violently, and then coughed up a mouthful of blood.
You're injured too?
The cave was dimly lit. Jiang Fan hadn't noticed Lan Mingxi's condition before, but now, looking closely, he realized that the old man was pale and in very poor condition.
"Who—who's injured?! I'm a Martial Saint Realm expert! Who could possibly hurt me?! I—cough cough cough—"
Before the old man could finish speaking in a raised voice, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Thinking to myself: This old man is really too proud to admit his mistake and suffer for it.
"You say you're Martial Saint Realm, but which level of the Martial Saint Realm are you? True Martial? Law? Or the Sacred Domain Realm where you have your own domain and dominate a region?"
"You really dare to dream! A Sacred Domain Realm whose domain is self-contained and governs its own region?"
Lan Mingxi rolled her eyes at Jiang Fan.
It was obvious that the old man was retaliating against Jiang Fan for rolling his eyes earlier.
Jiang Fan noticed this action and thought to himself: Childish!
Despite his complaints, Jiang Fan was still very curious about what level the old man had reached.
"So, you're not at the Sacred Domain Realm?"
"Nonsense! Throughout history, there has only been one person in the entire Great Xia who reached the Sacred Domain Realm, okay?" Lan Mingxi said irritably.
"Who? Commander Yan Shuai the Divine Wind Camp?" Jiang Fan guessed.
"Him? That brat from the Yan family is just a Half-Step Sacred Domain Realm."
Judging from the old man's somewhat disdainful tone, Jiang Fan pressed further, " Half-Step Sacred Domain Realm cultivator is second only to the Sacred Domain Realm. Judging from your tone, your strength is higher than his?"
One sentence silenced the old man.
There was no need for the old man to answer. Just by looking at the other person's eyes, which seemed to want to see right through him, it was clear that the old man's strength was definitely not at the Half-Step Sacred Domain Realm, let alone as high as Yan Tianyang's.
That makes sense, otherwise Yan Tianyang wouldn't be the commander of the Divine Wind Camp, the cornerstone and pillar of their Great Xia.
"So what exactly is your strength? True Martial or Law?"
"Get lost! What strength do I have to tell you? What's the point of telling a mere Early-Stage Fourth Rank beginner like me?" Lan Mingxi said impatiently.
"I am now Late-Stage Fourth Rank."
One sentence silenced the old man again.
However, judging from the constantly changing expression on his face, the old man was cursing in his mind.
"Ahem." Jiang Fan cleared his throat. "You just said that throughout the history of the Great Xia, there has only ever been one person at the Sacred Domain Realm?"
Lan Mingxi rolled her eyes, somewhat reluctant to engage with Jiang Fan, but ultimately spoke up anyway.
"Not just throughout the entire history of the Great Xia, but across the entire Blue Star, there has only been one such person."
"Who?" Jiang Fan's curiosity reached its peak.
There's only one like him on the entire Blue Star!
This is ridiculously high in value!
Lan Mingxi glanced at Jiang Fan's injuries and said, "It's the leader of the group that injured you."
"Hmm?" Jiang Fan was slightly taken aback. "The Pope of the Church of Justice?"
"Pope my foot! Does he even deserve the title?"