The Unbeatable Uncle-Grandmaster
Chapter 56: Youth With Eight-Class Syndrome
Under the thousand meter tall cliff, countless cracks spread out like spider webs. In the center was a human-shaped hole with a depth of over ten meters.
The black-robed young man was lying inside the hole, bleeding from his seven holes, unconscious. Fortunately, his body was quite formidable and he did not die on the spot. Even so, he was still severely injured, with many broken bones.
Watching this scene, Qin Jue was somewhat speechless. Is this guy an idiot? Can he not see what the problem is?
Shaking his head, Qin Jue lightly waved his hand, and the black-robed young man lying in the hole was immediately gripped by an invisible hand and lightly landed back on the cliff.
After all, this person had been repeatedly injured because of him, so Qin Jue naturally could not sit still.
Thinking like this, Qin Jue's palm suddenly lit up with a golden light. This golden light continued to expand, landing on the black-robed young man and enveloping him.
Under the golden light bath, the wounds on the black-robed young man's body began to recover quickly. Even his broken bones had recovered to their original state. In two short minutes, the black-robed young man opened his eyes as if nothing had happened, revealing a puzzled expression. The golden light also disappeared.
"Who am I? where's my? What am I doing?"
The young man in black was dumbfounded. It took a while for him to recover. “True, didn't I jump down from here? Am I hallucinating?”
The black-clothed youth only remembered that he seemed to have jumped off a cliff, and then he lost consciousness, not knowing anything that happened after that.
Shouldn't he be seriously injured and on the verge of death? Why isn't he hurt?
Even if he had softened his body before, it was impossible for nothing to happen to him if he fell from such a high place.
"What's your name?"
Qin Jue took a sip of wine and asked.
Ever since the dissolution of the Stargate Sect, other than Qin Jue, only Bai Ye and the First Elder were the only remaining experts in this area. This black-robed young man in front of him was also a Heaven Stage expert, so he clearly did not deserve to be here.
"Huh?" "I…"
The young man in black was dumbfounded. Only then did he remember that there was someone else beside him, so he hurriedly said, "My name is Shen Zhiwen."
After a pause, he continued, “Sorry, I just passed by. I don't know why I suddenly fell from the sky ... "
Qin Jue: "..."
It was hard to imagine that this was a Heaven Stage expert. If it was someone like Wei Longtao or Ye Liangchen, they probably wouldn't even bother looking at Qin Jue. After all, Qin Jue had already deliberately concealed his aura at the moment, and there were no fluctuations of spirit energy coming from his body.
“I am a disciple of the Profound Yellow Sect. Since I received the news that the sect was fighting against the Purple Spirit Race, I decided to go and provide support.
The young man in black clothes named Shen Zhiwen did not seem to be afraid of revealing his identity. He spoke freely and without hesitation.
Qin Jue quickly learned that this person was actually a disciple of one of the Four Major Sects, the Profound Yellow Sect. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Heaven Stage and was only half a step away from becoming a Supreme Stage expert. Hence, this fellow had always trained outside to look for opportunities to break through.
This time, the Purple Spirit Race had returned. The Four Main Sects had joined again after 300 years and had alarmed the Southern Land. Shen Zhiwen naturally received the news and decided to go and provide support. If he was lucky, he might be able to break through in this war.
However, since he had trained in a place close to the Eastern Land, it would take a long time for him to arrive. During this time, he happened to pass through the Xuanyi Mountain Sect and crashed into Qin Jue's forbidden air barrier, which was why this scene was opened.
“My master said that strong blood flows for the weak. Protecting the Southern Lands is our responsibility to the cultivators. As long as I am alive, I will definitely not let the Purple Spirit Race occupy the Southern Land!”
Shen Zhiwen clenched his fists tightly and vigorously, with the aura of a man who could withstand ten thousand enemies. Unfortunately, the one standing before him was not the Purple Spirit Race, but Qin Jue.
“…”
Does strong blood really flow to the weak?
Qin Jue pondered. Qin Jue disagreed with this idea, but he respected it.
The person in front of Qin Jue was like the soldiers in Qin Jue's previous life. They were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect the weak and advance with heavy burdens.
But this was not Earth, nor was there a well-formed country, so Qin Jue never had the chance to become a noble warrior. Moreover, he only wanted to stay in the Xuanyi Mountain Sect and laze around at home. Unless the Four Great Sects were completely defeated by the Purple Spirit Race, Qin Jue would absolutely not interfere.
“By the way, what's your name?”
Shen Zhiwen suddenly realized that he did not yet know the name of this young man.
"Qin Ju!"
Qin Jue answered honestly.
"So that's Brother Qin Jue." Shen Zhiwen grinned very familiarly and then hesitated. “Um... Did you just see me jump down from here?”
"No."
"Thank you?" Shen Zhiwen was stunned. He wondered if he was really hallucinating ...
"Yes." Yeah."
"Surprisingly, I remember clearly jumping down."
Shen Zhiwen frowned slightly.
“I think you remembered wrongly. After you fall, you immediately faint. You just woke up and did nothing. ”
Qin Jue's expression was as usual and did not reveal anything new.
"That's right. If I really jumped down from here and fell, I should be half dead by now. How can I be safe and healthy?”
After thinking for a long time, Shen Zhiwen had no choice but to accept this "reality.
“That must be because I have been traveling all night for the past few days and expended too much spirit energy, making me lose my mind and hallucinate.”
Qin Jue: "..."
After thinking for a moment, Shen Zhiwen said apologetically, "Brother Qin Jue, can I rest here for a while?"
"certain."
Qin Jue shrugged indifferently.
"Thank you!"
Shen Zhiwen was overjoyed. He immediately sat down cross-legged and started cultivating as if there was no one around.
Qin Jue was somewhat speechless. Was this fellow really a disciple of the Profound Yellow Sect? Isn't he too careless?
The moment Shen Zhiwen entered his cultivation state, the spirit energy between heaven and earth began to gather towards him, forming a vortex of spirit energy that was visible above his head.
Not long after, Shen Zhiwen ended his cultivation and stood up. The spirit energy in his body had recovered by more than half and he was in high spirits.
“Thank you, Brother Qin Jue. My master said that a drop of water must be paid for with a spring. This is a cultivation technique I gained while practicing. I'll give it to you now. I hope Brother Qin Jue can soon become a cultivator.”
As he spoke, Shen Zhiwen took out a book and handed it to Qin Jue.
Qin Ju: "???"
What the hell is going on?
I don't think I did anything.
Uh ... no, Qin Jue did save his life. But Shen Zhiwen had no idea about this. Did he give Qin Jue a book just because he was allowed to rest here?
“If fate wills it, I will meet Brother Qin Jue again. I will kill that foreign race and save the Southern Land now.”
With these words, Shen Zhiwen soared into the sky. Qin Jue had already removed the airtight barrier, so this time, Shen Zhiwen finally took off.
Qin Jue: "..."
Although it was a bit strange, Qin Jue found the man quite attractive. It was just that he seemed to be slightly affected by the Eighth Grade Syndrome.
…
“Aye, I wonder if I can do it before the war ends.”
In the sky, Shen Zhiwen sighed and was a little worried. Recently, there were successive reports from the frontlines, saying that the Purple Spirit Race would be completely defeated. With his current speed, the war would probably end before he arrived.
Just when Shen Zhiwen was about to speed up, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
“Mm? What happened to my wound?”
Shen Zhiwen was stunned. He quickly reached out to feel his chest and realized that his terrible scar had disappeared!
Some time ago, he was injured while training and had a scar on his chest that had yet to recover. Every time he circulated his spirit energy, he would feel pain there, but it was gone by now.
"Could possibly…"
Shen Zhiwen suddenly turned his head and revealed an unbelievable expression.