Chapter 191: Chapter 191

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three days have passed.

During these three days, Cailian had been feeding Zhao Letian with nourishing herbal soups, gradually replenishing the Essence Blood he had lost in his body. Although he was still far from fully recovered, he could finally speak.

"Your complexion looks much better today, it seems that the herbal soup I brewed is quite effective."

In the morning, Cailian brought in another bowl of herbal soup and smiled as she checked on Zhao Letian's condition.

As a healer, seeing her patient gradually recovering gave her a sense of achievement.

"Thank you, Miss, for your careful care during this period. I am deeply grateful, but I wonder if you could help me release the restraints on me? Rest assured, I am not a villain with ill intentions. If you don't believe me, I am willing to make a Heavenly Dao Oath."

Just as Cailian was about to help Zhao Letian sit up and feed him the soup, Zhao Letian suddenly spoke.

"Ah? You can talk now?"

Cailian was slightly surprised.

"Thanks to your care, Miss, I have been able to speak since this morning."

Zhao Letian said, his eyes filled with sincere gratitude.

"That's great, wait a moment, I'll call my father over. He was the one who imposed the restraints on you, and only he can remove them."

Cailian showed a joyful look in her eyes, smiled slightly, and then turned to leave the tent.

"That young man has recovered so quickly, he must have strong recuperative capabilities!"

After a while, Cailian returned with her father, Mu Lang. Seeing Zhao Letian looking healthier, Mu Lang showed a look of surprise.

"True Martial Fourth Realm?"

As soon as Mu Lang entered, Zhao Letian recognized his cultivation level.

"Young man, I can help you to remove the restraints, but you need to tell me your full name and where you come from first."

Mu Lang looked at Zhao Letian, his gaze filled with caution, and asked in a stern voice.

"My name is Zhao... Zilong, and beyond that, I can't remember anything else."

Zhao Letian thought quickly and told a well-intentioned lie. He did not know the attitude of Cailian and her father toward the people of Dajin Country, so he had to be cautious.

"Zhao Zilong? You can't remember your past? So, you have amnesia?"

"That's one way to put it."

"Alright, I will tentatively believe what you've said, but you need to make a Heavenly Dao Oath before I can remove the restraints."

Mu Lang said, not caring about Zhao Letian's past, he only needed to ensure that Zhao Letian would not pose a threat to him, his daughter, and the Baihua Tribe.

"That's acceptable. I swear by the Heavenly Dao, I will not harm the Baihua Tribe, or else, I shall face a graveless death."

Zhao Letian immediately and openly made the oath. B^ro!u!g^h$t# to you by the f&o#l!k!s at M+V|L^EM&P+Y.R.

"Good, you are straightforward. Prepare yourself mentally, as it will be somewhat painful when the Golden Needles are removed."

Mu Lang smiled slightly and nodded. He then waved his hand, enveloping Zhao Letian with True Yuan and locking onto all the Golden Needles in his body.

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!..."

The next moment, upon hearing Mu Lang's stern shout, the Golden Needles successively flew out from Zhao Letian's body much faster than when they were inserted.

Soon, all the Golden Needles had been completely removed.

"You're quite tough, young man."

Mu Lang's eyes revealed a look of approval. During the process of removing the needle, Zhao Letian merely slightly furrowed his brow and did not react too strongly.

"Some pain, it's not worth mentioning, thank you Uncle Mu, thank you miss Cailian."

After the Golden Needle was removed, Zhao Letian was finally able to move. He got off the bed, slightly bowed, and sincerely thanked Cailian and her father, vowing to remember the life-saving grace in his heart.

"Saving lives, this is the duty of a physician, brother Zilong, there's no need for courtesy."

Cailian shook her head with a smile, dismissing it as nothing.

"Alright lad, tell this old man, what exactly is your cultivation level, and why is your physical strength so immense?"

Mu Lang asked curiously.

"My cultivation is at the True Martial Fourth Realm."

Zhao Letian answered candidly.

"To have reached the True Martial Fourth Realm at such a young age, your talent is formidable. Young man, your background must be quite extraordinary. Do you really not remember anything from before?"

Mu Lang was slightly taken aback; he was the chief of the Baihua Tribe, the strongest in the tribe, yet he himself only possessed the cultivation of the True Martial Fourth Realm. As for Cailian, who was around Zhao Letian's age, she only had the cultivation of True Martial Second Realm.

"The younger generation indeed doesn't remember."

Zhao Letian answered, feeling somewhat guilty inside; he did not want to deceive Cailian and her father, but by doing so both parties could avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Father, brother Zilong has already made a Heavenly Dao Oath, why do you still doubt him?"

Cailian rolled her eyes at Mu Lang.

"Your father was just curious, that's all."

Mu Lang shook his head with a smile.

"Uncle Mu, how strong is the Black Hawk Tribe?"

Zhao Letian suddenly asked with a condensed expression.

"The Black Hawk Tribe? Why do you suddenly bring them up?"

At the same time, Cailian's expression also darkened; they had heard yesterday that the Black Hawk Tribe had already gained the upper hand in a war with another middle-sized tribe, victory was only a matter of time. Once they won that battle, it would be the Baihua Tribe's turn to face the threat.

"Honestly, I heard everything that Wusu'er said that day," Zhao Letian confessed candidly, "if possible, I would like to contribute and help Baihua Tribe through this crisis, as a way to repay Uncle Mu and Cailian for saving my life."

"You? A lad like you? I appreciate your kindness, but the power of the Black Hawk Tribe is beyond what you can imagine. They have High-level True Martial Realm experts; we, being of the Middle Stage True Martial Realm, cannot compete."

Mu Lang bitterly shook his head.

"High-level True Martial Realm individuals? Are they at True Martial Seventh Realm, True Martial Eighth Realm, or perhaps, True Martial Ninth Realm?"

Zhao Letian remained unphased by Mu Lang's words and continued to inquire.

"Young man, you're not seriously thinking of fighting the Black Hawk Tribe, are you?"

Mu Lang's gaze sharpened, although he found it hard to believe that Zhao Letian, with his True Martial Fourth Realm cultivation, could contend with the experts of the Black Hawk Tribe, if Zhao Letian indeed had the capacity, perhaps the Baihua Tribe would not need to relocate.

"The strongest in the Black Hawk Tribe should possess the cultivation of True Martial Eighth Realm."

Cailian said with a solemn voice, she too did not want to leave this land where generations had lived, if they left Holy River and Holy Mountain, Baihua Tribe would no longer be Baihua Tribe. Perhaps, Zhao Letian, this person blessed by the Holy Spirit, could truly help the Baihua Tribe.

"True Martial Eighth Realm?"

Zhao Letian furrowed his brow; with his current cultivation, if he could fully recover, he should be able to battle with someone of the True Martial Seventh Realm. However, facing someone of the True Martial Eighth Realm, he likely wouldn't stand much chance.

"Forget it young man, this old man should really not have harbored any hope. Aside from people of the True Martial Eighth Realm, the Black Hawk Tribe also has several True Martial Seventh Realm experts. The gap between us and them is too vast; we simply cannot contend."

Seeing Zhao Letian's reaction, Mu Lang couldn't help but smile helplessly, inwardly cursing himself for harboring unrealistic dreams about this stranger. It was simply a case of desperation, too impractical.