Yang Feilong slowly opened his eyes.
"You're awake?" Seeing Yang Feilong open his eyes, a smile appeared on the woman's face.
"Thank you, heroic lady, for saving my life!" Yang Feilong looked at the handsome man and woman before him and said gratefully.
After his physical ordeal ended, he was severely injured. However, at this moment, he still had a sliver of consciousness. This sliver of consciousness was not enough for him to wake up, and he could do nothing. Just then, the woman fed him a pill.
This pill was not cheap, and he himself might not have been able to refine it. After entering his stomach, the pill began to repair some of his injuries. Although it was far from restoring him to his peak condition, it was enough to wake him up.
"You're welcome, it's just a small gesture! When you're out and about, who doesn't encounter difficulties?" The woman waved her hand, her beautiful small face showing a feigned calm. Yang Feilong thought to himself, if I hadn't seen the fleeting joy in your eyes, I would have believed you.
"What about me?" The man looked at Yang Feilong, who only showed gratitude to his sister and had no reaction towards him, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Yang Feilong looked at the dug pit and the storage ring in the man's hand, pursed his lips, and said, "Thank you, young hero, for helping me dig a pit. This way, even if I die, I won't be torn to pieces by wild beasts."
"Puchi!" Hearing this, the woman couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Her smile was sweet, giving one the feeling of first love.
The man, on the other hand, looked embarrassed. "Ahem, I thought you were dead earlier. This is your storage ring, I'm returning it to you."
Yang Feilong took the storage ring and smiled, "My name is Yang Feilong. How should I address my benefactors?"
"My name is Murong Qiuyue, and this is my brother, Murong Qiufeng!" Murong Qiuyue said with a light smile, "Young Master Yang, why were you so seriously injured before? Did you encounter enemies or demons?"
Yang Feilong scratched his head. If he told the truth, it would be too shocking: "There was a mishap during cultivation."
This explanation was considered quite reasonable.
"A mishap during cultivation?" The Murong siblings looked at each other. What kind of cultivation was this that almost killed him?
Yang Feilong showed an awkward smile, and the siblings didn't ask further.
"Why are you two here?" Yang Feilong asked curiously.
"We siblings are venturing out to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm!" Murong Qiuyue said with a smile.
Whether it was the Innate realm or the Foundation Establishment realm, breakthrough could be achieved through arduous cultivation alone, but the difficulty was relatively high. The siblings appeared to be only in their early twenties. Although they grew up in the Spirit Realm, their current cultivation was not weak at all.
"Tsk tsk, you are so young and have reached the ninth level of Qi Refining Perfection. Truly remarkable!" Yang Feilong looked at them and praised.
"You don't look bad either." Murong Qiuyue entered a mode of mutual flattery and smiled lightly.
Murong Qiufeng rubbed his nose on the side. Seeing how warmly his sister was chatting with Yang Feilong, he didn't know how to describe his feelings. Could it be that his sister was interested in him? It shouldn't be!
Murong Qiuyue was indeed not interested in Yang Feilong. Although Yang Feilong was incomparably handsome, his current appearance was far from flattering. Even though his injuries were healing, his clothes were tattered, and his face was covered in bloodstains, making it impossible to tell if he was handsome.
The reason Murong Qiuyue was chatting so warmly with Yang Feilong was mainly because Yang Feilong's gaze did not make her feel repulsed.
After all, other young noble lords looked at her with either lust or an attempt to curry favor to gain her affection. Murong Qiuyue knew very well what their intentions were.
After chatting a bit more.
"Since you are well now, we shall meet again!" Murong Qiuyue cupped her fists towards Yang Feilong.
"Uh, we shall meet again!" Yang Feilong also cupped his fists in response, feeling a little unaccustomed to it, but he followed the local customs. After all, this was the Spirit Realm, not the mortal world.
Seeing the Murong Qiuyue and Murong Qiufeng siblings leave, Yang Feilong found a cave nearby and began to recover from his injuries.
Although he seemed to have recovered earlier, in reality, his injuries were less than one-tenth healed.
Time flew by, and a day passed.
Yang Feilong opened his eyes, his gaze flickering slightly. "Master's prediction was indeed correct. I can vaguely feel the loosening of the bottleneck! Perhaps not long from now, my cultivation will reach the next level!"
"It's time to leave!" Yang Feilong then got up and left the cave.
Not long after leaving, Yang Feilong saw two disheveled figures, their bodies covered in wounds and their auras extremely unstable.
"Huh? Heroic Lady Murong, Young Master Murong, what is this..." Yang Feilong blinked at the pathetic pair.
"Run quickly, we are being chased by a group of bandits!" Murong Qiuyue's face showed a look of panic, a stark contrast to her composed demeanor yesterday.
"Being chased by a group of bandits?" Yang Feilong then ran with them, asking as they fled, "Are the bandits very powerful?"
"One is at the first level of the Innate realm, one is at the first level of Foundation Establishment, and there are several at the ninth level of Qi Refining and the Martial Venerable realm!" Murong Qiufeng's voice was filled with anger. "If we hadn't used a Dao Talisman to injure those two experts at the second level, we would have been captured and killed!"
"Uh, if that's the case, we don't need to run." Yang Feilong said with a somewhat peculiar expression.
His words made the siblings look at Yang Feilong in surprise.
Murong Qiuyue seemed to have thought of something. "Are you at the second level of cultivation?"
"Dealing with two cultivators at the first level of the second tier is not a problem!" Yang Feilong grinned and said, "Moreover, you have already injured those two, so it's even easier!"
"Really?" Both of them were overjoyed.
"Of course!" Yang Feilong shrugged. "How could I joke about my own life!"
Saying that, he stopped walking.
"Then why are we still running!" The siblings breathed a huge sigh of relief, their faces filled with indescribable joy and excitement.
Not long after they stopped, more than ten people caught up.
"Why did you stop running?" The leader was a dark-skinned, gloomy-faced middle-aged man, who sneered.
"You know you can't escape now, right!" Another middle-aged man, with a fair complexion and a sinister expression, said, "Little girl, surrender obediently, and we'll spare your lives."
As for the extra Yang Feilong, they didn't pay him any attention, as his aura seemed too ordinary.
Yang Feilong subtly sniffed his nose. Was he being ignored?
"Fellow Daoist Yang, it's up to you!" The Murong siblings looked at Yang Feilong. They had been seriously injured during their previous escape. They had fled quickly before, but that was a desperate attempt, because if they were caught, death would be a luxury. Moreover, they wouldn't be able to escape for long, it was just to seize a sliver of hope.
Yang Feilong nodded. "Alright, let me deal with these people first, and then we'll talk!"
As soon as he said this, the bandits looked at Yang Feilong with mixed emotions of shock and anger, this person whom they had overlooked!