Chapter 971: Chapter 971

Find people from the Wang Family in Ming City, and then go to the Spirit Sect?

"Why don't you just go directly to the Spirit Sect?" Ding Fan asked with some confusion.

Ling Zhu let out a light snort. "Do you think just anyone can meet the people of the Spirit Sect? They are, after all, one of the Three Great Inner Hidden Sects. For a small Hidden Sect like ours, they won't even bother to see us. Besides, even if they did meet us, it's impossible for them to go to war with the Ghost Sect over our behalf."

Ling Zhu's reasoning wasn't without merit; it was a conclusion most people would naturally arrive at.

"I think it's worth a try." Ding Fan said calmly.

Ling Zhu pursed her lips but didn't say much for the moment.

On the other side, Zhao Yan seemed unwilling to waste Ding Fan's goodwill and spoke up. "From what I see, the Spirit Sect isn't far from Ming City. If the Wang Family runs into any problems, we can personally visit the Spirit Sect—it's not out of the question."

At this moment, Ling Zhu moved to help Zhao Yan sit down. Earlier during their escape, Zhao Yan's leg was struck by a Magic Artifact, leaving her unable to stand.

Ling Zhu pulled up Zhao Yan's pants and saw that her calf was already deformed, the bone visibly dislocated.

"Sister, what do we do now? The people from the Ghost Sect are outside, and you're injured. What are we going to do… what are we going to do now?"

Ling Zhu's tears fell freely as she said this.

With Zhao Yan's injured leg, it seemed impossible for them to escape the cracks guarded by the Ghost Sect, leaving Ling Zhu overwhelmed by hopelessness.

Zhao Yan gently patted Ling Zhu's head and wiped away her tears. "Ling Zhu, we'll be fine. Don't cry."

At that moment, Ding Fan looked at Zhao Yan with a newfound respect.

She was gravely injured, yet still comforting her sister—Zhao Yan did indeed exemplify the qualities of an elder sister. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩

"The people outside aren't anything special. When we go out, we'll scatter them—it's no big deal," Ding Fan said with indifference. "Right now, the most urgent issue is your sister's injured leg."

Scatter them? Just like that?

Ling Zhu glared at Ding Fan sharply. To her, Ding Fan was simply boasting beyond reason.

The six people chasing them outside were all Heavenly Level experts. Even if Ding Fan was formidable, taking them down wasn't a simple matter, especially since there was also a Mysterious Level expert backing those six Heavenly Level martial artists.

"All talk. If you were really that capable, you wouldn't have been running so desperately earlier," Ling Zhu muttered, clearly skeptical that Ding Fan could defeat a Mysterious Level expert.

Ding Fan did not bother acknowledging Ling Zhu's disbelief, for scattering the Ghost Sect members outside was not entirely impossible.

As long as he made proper arrangements for the two sisters, Ding Fan could fight without holding back. Taking down several Heavenly Level martial artists and driving back one Mysterious Level expert wouldn't be much of a challenge.

If not for the burden of the two sisters earlier, Ding Fan wouldn't have chosen to flee at all.

Ding Fan walked up to Zhao Yan and slowly crouched down.

"What are you doing?" Ling Zhu asked, tension evident in her voice as she stared at Ding Fan.

"Treating her leg…" Ding Fan replied calmly.

Having saved them already, why not go all the way and bring her leg back to full health?

"You know how to treat a leg injury?" Ling Zhu asked as she scrutinized Ding Fan closely.

"Ling Zhu, don't be disrespectful," Zhao Yan interjected sharply.

Seeing her sister speak up, Ling Zhu glared at Ding Fan once more before retreating to Zhao Yan's side.

"Can you really fix my leg?" Zhao Yan looked at Ding Fan and asked.

Ding Fan nodded. "The bone has just recently broken; reconnecting it shouldn't be an issue."

Zhao Yan glanced at her swollen, deformed calf. "Then… I'll leave it to you."

Though Zhao Yan hadn't known Ding Fan for long, his words carried a strange, magical authority that made her instinctively trust him.

Fate brings the divine to those in need.

After giving Zhao Yan one last look, Ding Fan immediately pulled out several Golden Needles from his storage ring.

"Swallow this," Ding Fan said, retrieving a third-grade Pill from his storage ring.

Zhao Yan's injury was limited to her leg, with no internal trauma, so a third-grade Foundation Building Pill would suffice.

To Ding Fan, a third-grade Pill was hardly anything special. Given the growth of his Divine Sense, the Heavenly Flame he obtained, and the Ancient Cauldron at his disposal, even the lowest-grade pills produced by his Pill Furnace were third-grade.

However, while Ding Fan considered the third-grade Pill mundane, it was a treasure to Zhao Yan and Ling Zhu.

On Earth, cultivation resources were scarce; even a second-grade Pill was a rarity. A third-grade Pill was practically divine.

"This… this is too valuable…" Zhao Yan hesitated.

She had only just met Ding Fan, and taking such an expensive item from him felt inappropriate.

"If you don't want to lose that leg forever, swallow the pill—right now," Ding Fan ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Zhao Yan glanced at her broken leg. She knew if they delayed any longer, her leg might truly be crippled beyond repair—even a Great Luo Immortal wouldn't be able to help then.

Resolving herself, Zhao Yan swallowed the pill Ding Fan handed her.

After she swallowed the pill, Ding Fan began his acupuncture.

Zhao Yan's fractured leg had torn blood vessels, so Ding Fan not only needed to reconnect the bone but also mend her blood vessels and meridians.

Ding Fan's acupuncture was swift, and within moments, Zhao Yan's calf was covered in Golden Needles.

Ling Zhu, who had doubted Ding Fan a moment ago, now remained silent, quietly observing his technique.

Once he placed all the needles in position, Ding Fan looked up at Zhao Yan.

"This will hurt—be prepared," he cautioned.

Zhao Yan took a deep breath and nodded firmly.

Without hesitation, Ding Fan grabbed Zhao Yan's foot with one hand and anchored her knee with the other.

Suddenly, Ding Fan exerted sharp force with both hands.

The sound of bones snapping into place echoed loudly.

Despite mentally bracing herself, Zhao Yan couldn't suppress the searing pain that followed, letting out a piercing scream.

Beads of sweat soaked Zhao Yan's face, her fists clenched tightly. Ling Zhu knelt beside her and embraced her tightly. "Sister, it's okay—it'll be over soon…"

With the bone set, Ding Fan held Zhao Yan's foot with one hand while the other removed a Golden Needle from her calf.

Ding Fan manipulated the Golden Needle, rapidly jabbing and withdrawing it along various points on Zhao Yan's leg.

This procedure continued for a minute.

Astonishingly, instead of worsening the injury, Zhao Yan's calf appeared less swollen. While still slightly larger than her other leg, the improvement was unmistakable.

"Done." Ding Fan stood up. "Your leg is fully healed, but you cannot channel True Qi into that leg for the next three months."

Zhao Yan furrowed her brow slightly.

Given their current predicament, escaping without full use of her leg seemed nearly impossible.

"Thank you…" Zhao Yan said, suppressing the frustration in her heart as she expressed gratitude to Ding Fan.

Ling Zhu squatted to touch Zhao Yan's healed leg. "Incredible—it barely even looks swollen anymore…"

Ling Zhu couldn't help admiring Ding Fan.

Moments ago, Zhao Yan's leg had been swollen beyond recognition. Ling Zhu had assumed it was irreparable, given the broken bone, torn blood vessels, and ruptured meridians.

But Ding Fan's ability not only to mend her leg but also to seamlessly reconnect the bone, blood vessels, and meridians was nothing short of extraordinary.

"We'll wait until nightfall to escape," Ding Fan said after probing the situation outside with his Divine Sense.

The crack's exit wasn't too small, and with only seven people guarding it, Ding Fan was confident he could craft and use an Invisibility Rune to slip out unnoticed.

Given that Zhao Yan was no different than an ordinary person now, Ding Fan needed to ensure her safe departure without exposing her to unnecessary danger, lest his efforts go to waste.

Ling Zhu sneered at Ding Fan's plan to flee under the cover of darkness. "Weren't you the one boasting about scattering them earlier? And now, we're sneaking out…" she muttered loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"Ling Zhu, stop saying nonsense," Zhao Yan rebuked.

Ling Zhu stuck out her tongue sheepishly.

Ding Fan ignored Ling Zhu's comments. "We've got some time now—you'd better rest up because we'll be running a lot tonight," he said.

Zhao Yan and Ling Zhu nodded and sat down to meditate and recover.

Since they'd met Ding Fan, he had been nothing but helpful, earning their trust completely.

While the two sisters rested, Ding Fan began crafting the Invisibility Runes.

If they hoped to escape a Mysterious Level expert's watchful eye, ordinary Invisibility Runes wouldn't suffice.

Ding Fan had to create intermediate-grade Invisibility Runes capable of concealing both their aura and physical presence.

Such runes were challenging to craft, but fortunately, Ding Fan had ample materials and his powerful Divine Sense to aid in the process.

After about three hours, Ding Fan successfully produced three Invisibility Runes.

The only drawback was their limited duration—each rune would only last about five minutes.

Still, five minutes was enough for Ding Fan to evade the Ghost Sect's surveillance completely.

Ding Fan handed the runes to Zhao Yan and Ling Zhu, briefly explaining how to use them.

"From now on, I'll carry you," Ding Fan told Zhao Yan.