"Where am I?" Lin Yifan asked weakly.

He then tried to get up, but it was only when he moved that he realized how serious his injuries were.

Whenever he moved slightly, pain would shoot through his body, reaching his heart and causing him unbearable pain.

"Ah!"

Lin Yifan let out a cry of agony, his brow furrowing as if it were crumpled paper, painful beyond measure.

"Oh no! Young master, you're seriously injured, it's not suitable for you to get out of bed," said a stunningly dressed woman, as she walked over to advise him.

Observing the woman, Lin Yifan was attracted by her attire.

She wasn't wearing modern clothes, but rather, something akin to the body-wrapping garments of ancient times; her jewelry and outfit were also exactly like those of ancient women.

"Young master? Could it be that I've traveled through time? That would be too melodramatic," Lin Yifan started, shocked, and quickly inquired about the era: "What dynasty is this?"

"The 21st century, of course! Why do you ask?" asked the woman dressed in retro style, puzzled.

"Nothing, I just thought I had traveled through time," Lin Yifan sighed with relief.

He had truly been terrified just now, thinking that if he had traveled through time, he wouldn't have been able to bring the millennium Blood Ginseng back to save An Qi.

"Pfft!" The woman chuckled, her small hand covering her mouth, appearing gentle and adorable.

Lin Yifan stared straight at her; the woman's appearance was not inferior to Zhou Jiajia, An Qi, or Su Qingqing—she was a top-tier beauty.

Being stared at so intently by a young man of prime age, the fair and lovely young woman felt rather embarrassed. Blushing, she reminded him, "Young master, please mind your manners."

"Ah? Oh!" Lin Yifan came to his senses, and quickly averted his rather impolite stare, apologizing with sincerity, "My apologies, that was rude of me just now."

"It's okay! Just be more mindful next time," she replied shyly.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, and in order to break it and change the subject, Lin Yifan curiously asked, "Miss, what is your name? Where is this place? Who rescued me? And how many days have I been unconscious?"

"My name is Xiaofang, this is Peach Blossom Valley, and I was the one who rescued you. You have been unconscious here for seven days," Xiaofang answered each question in turn.

"Peach Blossom Valley? What on earth is this place?" Lin Yifan was very puzzled.

He remembered that before he lost consciousness, he had fallen into the Endless Abyss of the Jiminia Primitive Forest, so how had he suddenly ended up in Peach Blossom Valley?

"Miss Xiaofang, thank you for coming to my rescue. I, Lin, am deeply grateful," Lin Yifan sincerely thanked her.

"To save a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda, no thanks are needed," Xiaofang responded.

After expressing his gratitude, Lin Yifan started to clarify his confusions, asking, "Miss Xiaofang, where did you rescue me? Also, in which country is Peach Blossom Valley? Is it far from the Jiminia Primitive Forest?"

"I rescued you by the river; you were seriously injured and unconscious, but you were still breathing, so I brought you back here. As for which country Peach Blossom Valley is in or how far it is from Jiminia Primitive Forest, I'm not very clear. You'll have to ask my master," Xiaofang answered.

She had been secretly brought here by her master, so she didn't know the exact location.

"Master? Did your master create this Peach Blossom Valley?" Lin Yifan was somewhat surprised, not expecting there to be cultivators here.

"I don't know, but I think it must've been built by him," Xiaofang replied.

"Who is your master?" Lin Yifan asked curiously.

Having grown so large, he had only ever seen one grand figure; he was very curious as to which grand figure little Fang's master was.

"My master is..." Just as little Fang was about to respond, a hoarse voice suddenly interrupted.

"Little Fang! The medicine is ready, hurry and bring the medicine over."

"Yes, Master!" Little Fang respectfully answered; then she hastily left the room.

The abrupt halt to her answer made the atmosphere turn serious all of a sudden, and Lin Yifan felt that something bad was about to happen.

Indeed, in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in the room.

At this moment, this figure was leisurely sitting next to the tea table, savoring tea.

Although on the surface everything seemed calm, Lin Yifan actually felt the entire room was filled with an invisible force, very oppressive; it pressed down on him so he could hardly breathe.

With such a powerful aura, this elder must be a great power in the True Master Realm.

Lin Yifan was scared and wondered if this venerable might kill him, so he stammered, "Dao... Daoist, I did not mean to offend your name just now, please do not blame me."

No sooner had he spoken, all the aura vanished, returning to a normal state.

At this time, he gasped for air, his heart still pounding. The feeling just now was too terrifying, like a huge stone weighing thousands of pounds on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Which sect are you from? Why do you have thousand-year Blood Ginseng on you?" Peach Blossom Valley Venerable asked leisurely.

The tone seemed casual, but it was also filled with an intangible threat at all times, compelling respect.

"How does he know I have thousand-year Blood Ginseng on me? Could it be..." Thinking this, Lin Yifan quickly felt around his waist, only to discover that the silk pouch containing the thousand-year Blood Ginseng was gone. At this point, he sensed there was a big problem.

"Damn! Could he be planning to claim it for himself?" The more Lin Yifan thought, the worse it seemed.

The thousand-year Blood Ginseng had magical healing properties; every cultivator wanted it, including those great powers. If the thousand-year Blood Ginseng were claimed by this venerable, An Qi's life would be in jeopardy.

"Calm down! Calm down! Don't think too much, perhaps he just wants to ask plainly," after reassuring himself, Lin Yifan finally answered, "I am a disciple of Medicinal Saint Valley, and I caught the thousand-year Blood Ginseng in Jiminia Primitive Forest."

He mentioned Medicinal Saint Valley, believing that upon hearing this, the venerable would show some respect for Medicinal Saint Valley and return the thousand-year Blood Ginseng; after all, Medicinal Saint Valley had a great influence in the entire Central Plains Cultivation World.

"Disciple of Medicinal Saint Valley? Which generation of disciple are you?" Peach Blossom Valley Venerable inquired.

"Which generation of disciple? This..." Lin Yifan was stumped.

He had never even met anyone from Medicinal Saint Valley, let alone know which generation of disciples they were now on.

Now, he had no choice but to take a shot in the dark; so, he made up an answer, "The seventeenth generation disciple."

He thought the venerable wouldn't suspect anything after hearing this, but an invisible pressure immediately greeted him.

This pressure was much stronger than before; now he couldn't catch his breath at all.

"I'll give you another chance. Be honest, which sect are you from?" Peach Blossom Valley Venerable said sternly.

Lin Yifan felt his lie must have been seen through by this venerable, so he replied with difficulty, "I am a Loose Cultivator, with no sect, I beg the Venerable to spare me."

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