Chapter 65: Heaven Blesses the Handsome Man~

Chapter 65: Heaven Favors the Handsome

Ren Woxing and his group had arrived with great momentum, but left in utter defeat, their spirits broken. Zheng Jian stood his ground, making no attempt to detain them—he knew it was impossible. Although Ren Woxing had been bested, his strength remained formidable, and with his loyal followers like Xiang Wentian, Bao Dachu, Dan Qingsheng, and others guarding him, Zheng Jian could never hope to keep him here.

Only when their silhouettes faded into the night did Zheng Jian finally relax, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. In truth, although he had severed one of Ren Woxing’s fingers, Zheng Jian himself had suffered no light injuries. He had stood firm, feigning composure, lest Ren Woxing detect a weakness. Zheng Jian harbored no illusions about Ren Woxing’s sense of martial virtue; had he betrayed any sign of injury, Ren would surely have ordered Xiang Wentian and the others to swarm him.

Wiping the blood from his lips, Zheng Jian dared not linger. Steeling himself, he slipped away into the darkness. If Ren Woxing regained his senses and doubled back, Zheng Jian would be in grave danger.

Within Hangzhou, Zheng Jian twisted and turned through alleyways until he found shelter in a wood shed belonging to a wealthy household. Sitting amidst the firewood, he could no longer suppress the turbulent energy within him. His mouth opened, and a mouthful of blood burst forth, staining his chest.

Within a single day, he had fought Xiang Wentian and Ren Woxing, two masters of unrivaled power. Even with the miraculous “Innate Skill,” Zheng Jian was gravely wounded. No matter how quickly he could recover his energy, the depletion of his spirit was absolute. Especially after the last fierce clash against the “Star Absorbing Technique,” although he had blocked its suction, it had drained him further. Now, relaxing at last, his inner energy was nearly exhausted.

“Though my injuries are severe, compared to what I gained from these two battles, it’s well worth it!” Zheng Jian mused, his spirit remarkably optimistic.

Indeed, it was so. This battle had let him truly understand what it meant to face peerless masters, and gifted him invaluable experience in the heat of combat, not to mention the confidence he had built. From this moment on, Zheng Jian harbored no fear for any of the extraordinary experts in the world of Smiling Proud Wanderer, for he now possessed the strength to contend with anyone.

“Resentment points from Ren Woxing: +200, +200, +200…”

System messages kept popping up, and Zheng Jian couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. The old man was infuriated by him; no doubt, Ren Woxing had realized Zheng Jian was all bluster, and upon returning found Zheng Jian already gone, hence the endless resentment.

Counting those previously accrued, Zheng Jian had earned a considerable sum of resentment points! Ren Woxing and Xiang Wentian, both proud and arrogant, had never suffered such humiliation. Zheng Jian’s antics had utterly shaken their composure.

Not just worthwhile—a resounding profit!

Suddenly, Zheng Jian remembered something. “Ah, right, I recall the system shop has healing medicines, doesn’t it?”

He had remembered that before descending the mountain, he’d briefly checked the system, focusing only on whether there was an “Innate Skill” boost, and paid no attention to the healing medicines. Now, it seemed, heaven truly favored the handsome!

At once, Zheng Jian opened the system shop in his mind and was overjoyed. Beneath the “Inner Strength Fruit” was indeed a healing medicine: “Unchanging Pill.”

He tapped it open and read the description:

Unchanging Pill: Originates from the world of Eagle Shooting Heroes, crafted by the “Eastern Heretic” Huang Yaoshi. Crimson as blood, it treats internal injuries. Take one every seven days, and after twenty-one days, wounds will be healed. Price: 500 resentment points.

Zheng Jian immediately exchanged for three pills; with his surplus of resentment points, he thought for a moment and exchanged for six more, costing a total of 4,500 points.

Expensive, yes—but a holy healing medicine is essential for any wanderer of the martial world. Zheng Jian, having enjoyed smooth sailing until now, had never suffered serious injury and thus paid little mind. Now, wounded, he realized the importance of this item.

Especially as the opponents he would face in the future grew ever stronger, stocking up preemptively was the wisest course.

The system proved reliable this time, not handing him nine loose pills, but instead presenting a small porcelain bottle containing them.

Feeling the churn of energy within, Zheng Jian wasted no time. He poured out one pill and swallowed it. It was not bitter; rather, a fragrant taste lingered. After ingesting it, Zheng Jian immediately circulated his innate energy to dissolve the medicine, which spread as a warm current through his organs.

After an indeterminate time, Zheng Jian opened his eyes, feeling much comfort in his organs, and couldn’t help but praise the efficacy of the “Unchanging Pill.”

“Eastern Heretic” Huang Yaoshi is often admired for his unparalleled martial skills, yet he is also a master of alchemy. The Unchanging Pill is renowned for its miraculous effects on internal injuries. In the world of Eagle Shooting Heroes, it is said that among all healing medicines, none surpass the Unchanging Pill of Peach Blossom Island, a testament to its potency.

In fact, if not for the system’s description, Zheng Jian would not have known it was a creation of Huang Yaoshi. When it comes to his pills, the first that comes to mind is the “Nine Jade Dew Pills.” But in terms of healing, especially for internal injuries, the Unchanging Pill reigns supreme.

The Nine Jade Dew Pills are more like a health supplement, capable of prolonging life and, though not miraculous for wounds, can relieve pain and steady the mind—much like a painkiller.

At this time, night had reached its deepest point, the darkness before dawn. Zheng Jian, feeling his injuries largely alleviated, quietly left the household, donned a simple disguise, and slipped outside Hangzhou.

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Meizhuang had now become Ren Woxing’s temporary base. He sat in the main hall, his expression dark and unsettled. His right hand was bandaged, but the unease in his heart would not soon fade. A severed finger could never be restored.

Even if he summoned the “Killer Doctor” Ping Yizhi, it would be useless! If it were only a fracture, Ping Yizhi could certainly reattach it, but this had been severed at the root by a sword, the finger lost entirely. If it could be reattached, then this would not be the Smiling Proud Wanderer world, but a realm of immortal fantasy.

After a while, Xiang Wentian came in, his face tinged with resignation.

“Have you found him?” Ren Woxing asked in a low voice.

“Reporting to the Leader, that young man is exceedingly cunning. He has vanished without a trace—likely escaped long ago,” Xiang Wentian replied honestly.

Ren Woxing could not help but slam his right hand on the chair—hitting his wound, sending a sharp pain through him. In his fury, he forgot his injury.

With some embarrassment, Ren Woxing withdrew his hand, tucking it into his sleeve, trembling slightly. Raising his eyes, he saw that Xiang Wentian and the others all hung their heads in silence.

“All my days hunting wild geese, today the goose pecks my eye! We pride ourselves on our martial prowess and cunning, yet we’ve been played for fools by a mere whelp…”

Ren Woxing’s anger could not be quelled, his words full of indignation.

Xiang Wentian’s face turned alternately pale and flushed; after a long pause, he consoled, “Leader, please calm your anger. In my view, our pressing concern now is to find a way to deal with Dongfang Bubai.”

(End of chapter)