Bang...

Like a kite with a broken string, Zhou Leng flew backward, crashing through the aircraft's outer wall, smashing the seats, and piercing through the other side of the plane's shell before hitting the ground.

"Zhou Leng!"

Zhao Nandi called out softly, enduring the pain in her body, and rushed through the hole Zhou Leng had created.

The Rusted Iron General saw the Vitality Stage human in front of him unharmed, and a sudden red glow appeared in his eyes.

Innate Demon unable to kill a human?

Disgrace.

He slightly hunched down, preparing to jump over the fuselage, but a cold snort reached his ears.

"He is my child."

The Rusted Iron General's body trembled as he hurriedly turned his head to look.

In the darkness, Mrs. Xiyang stood in the shadows in the distance, gazing in this direction.

He was only a lower-rank innate, and he subtly bowed his head to Mrs. Xiyang, awaiting orders.

At the same time, confusion and incomprehension filled his heart. In Demon Language, "my child" often meant "my son."

Wasn't Mrs. Xiyang supposed to have only one son, the Star of Dim Light, how could there be a human son?

Wait, this Vitality Stage human was terrifyingly strong, far exceeding the demons of his stage.

If he was Mrs. Xiyang's son, then it made sense.

The Rusted Iron General suddenly realized that Mrs. Xiyang had long planted a genius spy among humans.

Over at the plane.

Zhou Leng abruptly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The two of them looked at his right fist.

His flesh had split open, bones twisted, but the general shape of his fist remained intact.

Zhao Nandi said, "You… this strong?"

"Not bad." Zhou Leng replied, and his right arm hung limply, still injured.

"Take this." Zhao Nandi immediately took a pill from the Magic Spirit Bag, broke open the box, and without hesitation, pushed it into Zhou Leng's mouth.

The intense aroma of medicine and the taste of blood made Zhou Leng momentarily lose sight.

Once ingested, it exploded like a fiery blaze.

Such potent medicine was extremely rare.

"Dragon Tendon Pills?" Zhou Leng saw the word "Dragon" on the box.

"Yes. Hurry, go, I..."

From behind came sudden screams.

Zhao Nandi turned her head, eyes blazing red, her usually close colleagues were being killed one by one.

Zhou Leng extended his left arm, grabbed Zhao Nandi, and turned to flee towards the terminal building.

"Let me go…" Zhao Nandi cried, tears streaming down her face.

"We live for someone is better than dying together." Zhou Leng's expression was calm.

When his right arm sustained severe injury, he knew the odds were dire.

Zhao Nandi glanced at Zhou Leng's drooping right arm, stopped struggling, and grasped Zhou Leng tightly, saying, "Put me down, let's run together. I can't save them, and I won't drag you down anymore."

"At times like this, I can run faster by myself." Zhou Leng explained.

Held tightly under Zhou Leng's ribs, Zhao Nandi shook violently with each step, eventually conceding, "Carry me, it's faster."

"You're not going back?"

Zhao Nandi turned her head to look behind, speaking softly, "I'm not going back."

Zhou Leng then put Zhao Nandi down and carried her on his back, running swiftly forward.

Zhao Nandi took out pill after pill from the Magic Spirit Bag, continuously feeding them to Zhou Leng like snacks.

"Enough... I'm nearly full... uh..." Zhou Leng reluctantly swallowed another mouthful.

He thought that Zhao Nandi was indeed someone from the Divine Text Bureau in Xiong City, the pills were worth at least two or three million, and even several Dragon Tendon Pills worth tens of millions.

These injuries truly wasted such good pills.

Zhao Nandi didn't care about these things, all her guilt over not being able to save her colleagues poured onto Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng followed the directions to the refuge, running incessantly.

One refuge after another closed, until finally, he entered one that hadn't been shut, pressing on.

In the dim light, Zhou Leng carried Zhao Nandi into the refuge and sat in the corner like everyone else.

"I need to use Qi Manipulation to refine the pills, there are too many."

Zhou Leng looked helpless. If he delayed any more, the damage from the pill explosion might be worse than his right arm.

"Alright, I'll protect you." Zhao Nandi agreed.

She quietly watched Zhou Leng, sighing inwardly, she never thought that this student taken in by coincidence would end up saving her life.

Thinking of her colleagues' deaths, she couldn't hold back any longer, tears flowed silently.

After a long while, Zhou Leng slowly opened his eyes.

Originally, he had just advanced to the early Vitality Stage, but thanks to Zhao Nandi's expensive pills, his power surged dramatically, now nearing the middle Vitality Stage.

Seeing Zhao Nandi silently shedding tears, he retrieved tissues from the Magic Spirit Bag and handed them to her.

Zhao Nandi wiped away her tears, sat beside Zhou Leng, staring forward with empty eyes.

Even though she has the cultivation of the Vitality Stage, it's all piled up by pills, and then she broke through with the Divine Text. She's never participated in such a brutal battle, let alone faced an Innate.

So many colleagues died, so many security martial artists.

Zhou Leng glanced at Zhao Nandi's shoulder wound, thought for a moment, took out a relatively hard sleeping pad, then used sundries to support it, standing it up to shield the two.

While taking out a medical kit from the Magic Spirit Bag, he said, "Let me help you treat your wound."

"How's your right arm?" Zhao Nandi asked.

Zhou Leng raised his right arm, lightly spread and clasped his hand, and said, "Thanks to your pills, the injury is not severe. A few days of rest and it'll be fine."

Zhao Nandi nodded, slowly tearing at the clothes on her shoulder. After a few tries, her expression changed slightly. She gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound.

"Let me do it." Zhou Leng said, taking scissors from the medical kit and cutting the clothes and strap on the shoulder with a few snips.

First, he washed it with saline, then reached out to support her shoulder, transmitting True Qi to expel debris and promote wound healing.

He washed it again, disinfected with iodine, applied external injury medicine, and finally took out gauze to slowly bandage it.

Due to the clothes being cut and too much movement during bandaging, the clothes slipped.

Zhao Nandi reached out her other hand to promptly hold her clothes.

Zhou Leng's gaze was focused, patiently bandaging Zhao Nandi.

Zhao Nandi's expression was calm.

The sleeping pad shielded them, no one could see.

After bandaging, Zhao Nandi softly said, "Can you shield me for a moment? I want to change clothes."

"Alright."

Zhou Leng stood up, walked out of the sleeping pad's cover, and held the sleeping pad outside.

After a little while, Zhao Nandi said, "All done."

Zhou Leng then put down the sleeping pad, and the two sat on it, leaning against the wall.

Zhao Nandi's gaze was vacant, eerily staring ahead.

Zhou Leng didn't know how to comfort her, so he thought about it and decided to distract her by recounting his battles with demons on the Celestial Tier Battlefield and the month-long battle in the West Sea Demon City during the New Year.

Zhao Nandi listened quietly, only then realizing how little she knew about Zhou Leng, and his experiences were so legendary.

"Did Tian Wenhua's uncle, Tian Chengchang, ever give you trouble afterward?"

"He died in the Demon City two days ago, so no more trouble."

"That's good." Zhao Nandi originally wanted to help, but when she heard he was already dead, she nodded.

Zhao Nandi sighed lightly, "I never expected that my Divine Text disciple would turn out to be a martial arts genius. You've already entered the top tier of the world's new generation."

"Not at all," Zhou Leng said.

"Come to Lai Xiong City, whether it's Yunhua Jinjing or the Military Academy, I can help you get in." Zhao Nandi stared at Zhou Leng.

She worried that Zhou Leng would waste his talent, but more than that, she was startled by the abruptness of death, her spirit impacted by losing so many colleagues, and didn't want to see people around her getting hurt again.

Zhou Leng gently shook his head and said, "I don't want to go to Xiong City; I just want to stay at Rucheng. Thank you, Teacher Zhao."

"You…" Zhao Nandi wanted to persuade him more, but seeing Zhou Leng's sincere gaze, she nodded, thinking there'd be plenty of time to persuade him slowly in the future.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a brand-name suit walked over, his demonized watch gleaming, and approached Zhao Nandi, smiling, "Hello, I noticed you have a lot of presence. Are you interested in working as a streamer at my company? With your conditions, the monthly guarantee is two hundred thousand."

"Not interested," Zhao Nandi replied coldly.

"Then let's add each other on Martial Faith, I…"

Zhao Nandi's heart was originally sorrowful, her brows furrowed, and she said, "Scram!"

Zhou Leng squinted his eyes at the man.

The man glanced at both of them, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Zhou Leng looked at the man's back and said, "Teacher Zhao, do people often flirt with you because you're so pretty?"

Zhao Nandi nodded.

Zhou Leng glanced again at Zhao Nandi, who was such a rare beauty. She had a peaceful and prosperous appearance, big eyes, a big nose, but without the hard features of a Western woman.

However, to be asked for contact information even at a shelter, that was something Zhou Leng had truly never encountered.

The two chatted quietly, shoulder to shoulder.

Soon, their conversation shifted to Divine Texts, then to the Ancient River Ruins.

As the chat continued, Zhao Nandi tilted her head and glanced at Zhou Leng, saying, "You really are a Divine Text genius, and you are very diligent. Your foundational skills are very solid. You've definitely surpassed the level of a senior researcher, approaching a regular Divine Text expert."

"Just a coincidence, I have experienced the Divine Script Ruins, and had encounters with Ancient River." Zhou Leng said.

"That's true, you've told me before, the Celestial Ladder, Dwarf World, and Ancient River Ruins all have remnant Divine Texts and even audio, allowing your Divine Text skills to advance significantly. Some Martial Arts Grandmasters or Martial Saints who have entered ancient ruins multiple times have Divine Text skills higher than ours, almost at the academician level."

"What will you do next…" Zhou Leng asked.

"First, I'll recuperate in Rucheng. Once I'm healed, I'll go to the Ancient River Ruins Research Institute. I need to double my efforts to research my colleagues' shares as well."

Zhou Leng nodded, seeing that she was not only dedicated but also so sentimental and righteous.

Suddenly, he felt that having such a teacher was actually quite nice.

Zhao Nandi said, "Since you might enter the Ancient River Trial, I should tell you some secret research, but don't disclose it."

"Alright."

Zhao Nandi's voice lowered as she spoke about the research findings only visible to the Divine Text Bureau.

"Ancient River Sect, once flourishing, should have been a large sect unifying multiple planets."

"The best disciples from those planets were all in the Ancient River Sect. The next-level ones were also in the Ancient River Sect, and only the leftovers scattered in other small forces."

"However, we aren't sure if the Ancient River Ruins are a sub-sect or the main sect of the Ancient River Sect."

"Because existing data shows that the power left by the Ancient River Ruins is very strong, but besides the slanted-cut Ancient River Jade Stele, the highest level of power is only one level above a Martial Saint. That level is variably named, often called the Void God."

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