All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Mu Wanqing picked up the sword and, without any hesitation, swung it at Duan Yanqing.

"Crack!" The sword struck Duan Yanqing squarely on the back.

Duan Yanqing groaned, his whole body tilting backward from the force, his fingers slipping from Zhang Cheng's back.

The suction stopped immediately.

Duan Yanqing quickly closed his eyes and circulated his internal energy to stabilize his true energy, which was being drawn out of control.

Mu Wanqing immediately knelt down and reached out to check Zhang Cheng's breath. He was still breathing.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief and looked up at Duan Yanqing: "Sir... what do we do now?"

She had intended to call him "Old Eccentric," but swallowed the words back. After all, this man had just been treating Zhang Lang's injuries, and although things had gone wrong, it was still a well-intentioned act.

Duan Yanqing took a moment to catch his breath and then slowly stood up.

He used the iron rod to pry open Zhang Cheng's shirt and bent down to examine him. He saw that the dent was no longer as horrifying as before, and Zhang Cheng's breathing had become steady.

He then withdrew his iron staff and slowly spoke:

"The One-Finger Divine Skill is useless, and I am at a loss. However, he seems to be out of danger. Let's see if he can wake up on his own."

He paused, then added, "Remember—do not have any physical contact with him."

After saying that, he walked to the side, leaned on a tree, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

This strange man in the green robe had a terrifying face, and he spoke without uttering a sound; it came from his stomach, which was extremely eerie. Normally, the two of them would have certainly questioned him.

But at this moment, their minds were focused on Zhang Cheng's safety, and none of them had the heart to ask any more questions. They simply stayed quietly by Zhang Cheng's side, never leaving his side.

After the three of them waited for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Zhang Cheng slowly woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw two heads almost touching my face.

Zhang Cheng blinked. Then, with a casual wave of his hand, he pushed Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling's heads to either side. He then sprang to his feet and stretched his limbs.

Seeing that his chest injury was no longer a major concern, he was about to speak when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The true energy within his body suddenly became extremely strong and ran rampant through his meridians completely out of control.

Zhang Cheng frowned slightly, focusing his mind on circulating the Northern Darkness True Qi, trying to guide the chaotic internal energy back into its proper place, but with little success.

Fortunately, his physical recovery ability is amazing. Although the chaotic flow of true qi can interfere with the operation of internal force, it does not cause damage to the meridians themselves.

Based on Duan Yu's experiences in the original novel, he immediately understood that his condition was caused by the Beiming Divine Art absorbing too much foreign true energy. As for the source of this true energy in his body, it was most likely Duan Yanqing, who had just healed him.

This is a bit troublesome. The Northern Darkness Divine Art actually continued to operate on its own while I was unconscious? Did Duan Yu in the original novel exhibit this behavior?

However, Zhang Cheng wasn't too worried.

Duan Yu only learned two diagrams from the Northern Darkness Divine Art and lacked internal strength foundation, which is why he needed to seek medical treatment everywhere.

He had learned the complete version of the Northern Darkness Technique, including all thirty-six diagrams. He just needed to spend more time gradually converting these exotic true energies into his own.

After checking his own condition, Zhang Cheng looked at the two little ones beside him who looked worried.

He shook his head to indicate that he was alright, then looked around and his gaze fell on Duan Yanqing, who was leaning against a tree with his eyes closed.

Sensing his gaze, Duan Yanqing opened his eyes:

"Your skill in nourishing qi and blood is truly terrifying." His ventriloquism revealed no emotion. "That masked man's palm strike split stone tablets and shattered rocks. Not only did you not die after being struck, but you were also able to recover so quickly."

"I guess that's not what you meant." Zhang Cheng casually pointed to the nearby woods. "Let's talk in private."

He then turned to Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling: "You two stay put for now, I'm going to chat with this Boss Duan over there."

After saying that, he led Duan Yanqing into the woods.

After the two had walked some distance, Duan Yanqing spoke first: "Now can you tell me who you are? Why do you know about what happened back then? And what is the whereabouts of the woman you mentioned and my child?"

Zhang Cheng, however, remained unhurried, found a rock and sat down: "You asked so many questions at once. I'll tell you one by one."

My name is Zhang Cheng. As for how I know about what happened back then... Boss Duan, you don't need to know. Anyway, you don't really care about that.

Let me start with what you care about. The woman you had intimate relations with is Dao Baifeng, the wife of Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan in Dali.

She did this to get revenge on her husband for his infidelity, and that's why she deliberately degraded herself to have sex with you.

As for the child, it is Duan Yu, the heir of the Prince of Zhennan. With Duan Yu's abilities, verifying the authenticity of this information should not be difficult for him.

Duan Yanqing remained silent for a long time, his gaze flickering, seemingly lost in thought.

"Alright." Zhang Cheng clapped his hands. "You're done asking your questions. Now it's my turn."

He looked directly at Duan Yanqing: "Boss Duan, are you interested in doing something for me? You just felt it yourself—your injuries are incurable for others, but I can cure them."

This condition was indeed impossible for Duan Yanqing to refuse. He remained silent for a moment before speaking:

"Have you thought this through? I have a notorious reputation in the martial world. If you ask me to do your bidding, will you still have a place in the martial world afterward?"

Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently: "There's nothing I can do about it. I'm willing to go all in, but I'm short on capital. That's why I'm asking you for help."

"Oh?" A strange light flashed in Duan Yanqing's eyes. "It seems you have grand ambitions."

He paused, then said, "However, I must make this clear to you first. When I used my finger strength to heal you just now, you drained most of my internal energy. Now that my strength is gone, I may not be able to help you much."

"I know." Zhang Cheng nodded. "That was a misunderstanding. To be precise, your power wasn't 'dissolved,' but rather 'absorbed' by me."

He pointed to his chest: "This internal energy is currently rampaging through my body, and it can't be neutralized in a short time. However..."

He looked Duan Yanqing up and down: "You're so calm, you really don't seem like someone whose power has been mostly absorbed."

"In the past, I had no choice but to cultivate evil arts because my meridians were damaged. Now that my meridians have been fully restored, I naturally want to return to the righteous path. It might actually be a good thing that you have neutralized my evil cultivation."

Zhang Cheng raised an eyebrow. This old man is quite open-minded.

"Okay, since that's what you think, then it's even easier."

Zhang Cheng stood up. "Since you're going to start over, you can do the first thing for me. I have a scroll of authentic Taoist advanced lightness skills, which require some study of the I Ching to practice."

"I have no expertise in this area," Zhang Cheng stated frankly. "We can train together—you can teach me the directions of the I Ching, and I can use your lightness skill to study. This will help me accumulate internal energy and calm the turmoil of true qi within me, while also helping you recover your cultivation level sooner."

"Alright." Duan Yanqing naturally wouldn't object and nodded slightly.