Urban Shen Lang (Complete) - Chapter 32

Chapter 265 The Winding River
Shen Lang hung up the phone and found that Xia Youran had already brought over three dishes and a soup, placing them on the small stone table next to him. [//] Stir-fried eggs with tender chives, braised tofu with greens, braised fish, and a tomato and egg soup. The chives were emerald green, the tofu snow-white, and the eggs tender yellow, the colors vibrant, and the aroma enticing—all very appetizing home-style dishes.
There was even a basket of handmade steamed white flour buns.
Shen Lang asked in surprise, "You Ran, did you steam these buns yourself?"
Xia Youran smiled proudly, "Hehe, yes, try them! I learned from Aunt Cheng, but I don't know how they taste."
Shen Lang grabbed a bun, gently squeezed it, and it was reduced to a small lump. He released it, and the bun returned to its original shape. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Just looking at the elasticity, you've already mastered ninety percent of Aunt Cheng's skills! Darling, you're a genius! You've only been doing this for a few days and you're already so good!"
Xia Youran said happily, "Don't praise me anymore, hurry up and eat, or they'll get cold." Shen Lang praised her while wolfing down his food.
Shen Lang ate happily, and Xia Youran watched with satisfaction.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Shen Lang stopped eating and asked curiously.
"I like watching you eat,"
Xia Youran said tenderly.
"Can you get full just by watching me eat?"
Shen Lang said, both touched and amused.
"I want to lose weight..."
"Losing weight? You're not allowed to lose weight, eat your food!"
"You're not fat!"
"You're not fat at all, I wouldn't want you if you were skinny!"
"Uncle Shen, do you like chubby girls?"
"I don't like disobedient girls!"
"I'll eat..." ...
The meal took an hour to finish amidst their flirtatious banter. If someone were watching, they would definitely feel anxious and numb, getting goosebumps. "Baby, shall we go for a walk? I still feel unsatisfied after our last walk!"
Shen Lang suggested with a wicked smile and ulterior motives.
Xia Youran roughly knew what Shen Lang meant by "walk," her pretty face slightly flushed, she glanced at Shen Lang with amusement, and nodded obediently.
Shen Lang took out a piece of clothing from the house and said, "It's chilly outside at night, you should wear more."
Xia Youran smiled sweetly, took the clothes and put them on, then took Shen Lang's arm and said, "Uncle Shen, where are we going? It's almost nine o'clock now, it's not good to go too far!"
Shen Lang said, "So what if it's nine o'clock? It's a long night, we have plenty of time to get through it! Let's go, we're going to the river this time, it's been a long time since we've enjoyed the breeze by the Qingshui River."
Xia Youran smiled sweetly and said, "Then let's go."
Twenty minutes later, the two people who were walking slowly finally arrived at the Qingshui River. The sound of rushing water came from the riverbed, like a simple piece of music, monotonous yet beautiful. A gentle evening breeze ruffled Xia Youran's long hair, carrying a delicate, fragrant scent that wafted into Shen Lang's nostrils. A sudden thought struck him: "Baby, do you want to go swimming?"
"Swimming?"
Xia Youran asked worriedly. "It's nighttime, won't the water be cold?"
Shen Lang replied, "Silly girl, the deepest part of this river is only about two meters. It's been sunny all day, it'll probably still be warm!"
Xia Youran said with some concern, "But… I'm afraid someone will see us…"
Shen Lang thought for a moment, then took Xia Youran's hand and said, "Come on, I remember there's a small river bend not far ahead. It's very secluded, surrounded by reeds and rushes; no one should pass by."
Parting the reeds and rushes that stretched for twenty or thirty meters, a small river bend, about half an acre in size, appeared before them, shimmering in the starlight. Although it had been a long time since he'd been there, the small river bend was exactly as Shen Lang remembered it. The reeds and rushes around it were lush and abundant. Shen Lang used to love swimming and bathing in this small river bend.
It's nice to relive those memories now, especially with such a beautiful woman by my side!
Looking at the river bend that resembled a giant bathtub, Xia Youran exclaimed happily, "If I had known there was such a wonderful place, I would have come here for a swim every day!"
Shen Lang poured cold water on her enthusiasm, saying, "My dear, you can't just come here like that. This little river bend looks quite friendly, but the water isn't safe. There are leeches and bloodsuckers."
Xia Youran was startled and said disappointedly, "Then... does that mean I can't swim?"
Shen Lang laughed, "With your Uncle Shen here, of course you can swim. Let me drive away the little bugs in the water first." As he spoke, Shen Lang put his hand into the water, and several streams of true energy shot directly into the water from his hand. In the night, the true energy seemed to release a pale blue glow, forming luminous snakes that kept swimming in the river bend. When the small animals in the water saw those glowing lights, they swam desperately towards the main channel of the river, as if they were about to be drowned.
In a short while, the true energy circulated within the half-acre area, then drew a large circle within the river bend—a pale blue halo—separating the bend from the main channel.
Having done this, Shen Lang smiled and said, "Now, there won't be any little things bothering us anymore."
Xia Youran asked, somewhat dumbfounded, "Brother Lang, what...what was that thing?"
Shen Lang replied, "Just think of it as the true energy from martial arts novels; it's nothing special. Alright, now this little river bend is our private swimming pool, guaranteed to be free of little things and bacteria/viruses—cleaner than anything specially disinfected!"
Xia Youran exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"
Shen Lang said, "Of course! Come on, let Grandpa Lang help Xia Youran undress. I love undressing beautiful women, haha!"
Xia Youran blushed deeply upon hearing this, but still shyly walked up to Shen Lang, awaiting her lover's service. Shen Lang had always felt that a sense of mystery and ambiguity was a kind of beauty, while removing the covering and revealing one's natural self was another. The path from one kind of beauty to another was through undressing. Therefore, Shen Lang particularly enjoyed the feeling of undressing a woman, finding it an adventurous pleasure. Slowly removing a beautiful woman's clothes piece by piece allowed him to enjoy the thrill of flirtation and admire her stunning beauty when she was shy—rarely seen pleasures in the world.
Xia Youran had incredibly long, jet-black, lustrous hair. Standing before Shen Yunzhong, it fluttered wildly in the breeze, adding a touch of wild beauty to her, like a night elf. Her delicately arched eyebrows, her brimming eyes, her elegant and straight nose, her smooth and flawless cheeks, and her flawless skin—every feature was beautiful, exquisite, and alluring, perfectly placed by the Creator on her pure and refined face, outlining her irresistibly charming aura. With
her outer garment removed, the edge of Xia Youran's bra revealed her snow-white skin, exceptionally supple and seemingly capable of releasing moisture with a touch, radiating an endlessly captivating and sensual aura, severely testing Shen Lang's patience. Her smooth, jade-like
skin, her slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, her smooth, snow-white abdomen, her beautiful, long, pinkish-white legs… smooth as solidified cream, crystal clear, with exquisite curves, like a goddess statue sculpted from jade.
Xia Youran closed her beautiful eyes, her lips slightly parted, cooperating with her lover as he removed her clothes. It seemed like resistance, yet also a yielding gesture. For a fleeting moment, she unconsciously extended her soft tongue and gently licked her warm, red lips. This tiny movement was so alluring that Shen Lang felt his self-control slipping away; if this continued, he'd practically give up swimming.
Shen Lang took a few deep breaths, finally calming some of his damned impulse. He could only blame the girl's irresistible charm.
Two fish swam in the slightly warm river water, swimming merrily, the splashes seemingly carrying their own laughter.
Tired from swimming, the two rested on the grassy riverbank.
Exhausted, Xia Youran breathed heavily. Her already high and full breasts rose and fell even more dramatically, as if they might tear her bra at any moment and leap out—extremely seductive, extremely alluring.
Shen Lang, his anger rising, kissed Xia Youran's lips. The beautiful young woman's red, moist lips were soft and moist; kissing them felt like kissing a blooming flower—slippery, pleasant, fragrant, and tender. "Brother Lang..."
Xia Youran's voice was alluring and seductive, as if she were telling a story, but Shen Lang abruptly cut her off.
As he kissed the beautiful young woman's fragrant red lips, Shen Lang's large hands began to roam freely.
"Mmm...ah..."
Xia Youran's sensitive areas were attacked, and she couldn't help but let out a seductive moan. But she didn't forget that they were outdoors, and she cried out, "Brother Lang...we...outside...ooh...let's go back...okay?"
Xia Youran's voice was once again blocked in her throat, her tongue captured, and she could no longer make a sound, only futile moans.
Shen Lang showed her with his actions that her request was rejected, and that it would end here today.
Shen Lang was a seasoned veteran, but Xia Youran was different. Aside from a brief intimate encounter with Shen Lang, this was her first time really going at it, especially in the wild. How could she let loose?
Xia Youran's face flushed, and she struggled frantically, saying, "Brother Lang, no... ugh..."
Here... there might be someone...
Xia Youran's mouth was covered again, her voice cut off as if by a power outage. Shen Lang said somewhat unreasonably, "Don't worry about whoever it is, it's safe here, no one will come."
"But... ugh..."
"Little darling, no buts! Don't worry, the reeds here are so tall, it's secluded, and soundproof, no one outside can hear you. Don't worry, it'll be fine."
Xia Youran struggled in vain, even her right to speak was taken away, and she could only passively accept this humiliating fate.
Under Shen Lang's teasing, Xia Youran gradually became aroused, and with a bittersweet feeling, she began to try to reciprocate.
At this moment, her heart pounded, and the faint, virginal fragrance emanating from Xia Youran intensified. Her body tensed, and she unconsciously fiddled with her hair, suppressing her turbulent emotions. Her pretty face was turned to one side, her eyelashes trembling slightly, perfectly conveying the shyness and helplessness of a virgin.
Shen Lang stared intently at the lovely woman before him. Her profile was so beautiful and captivating, her features as alluring as if sculpted by a knife—a truly exquisite beauty. At this moment, the love in Shen Lang's heart surged like a raging river; this lovely woman was about to be possessed by him.
The next moment, Xia Youran's full, snow-white, alluring legs and buttocks were already in Shen Lang's hands, being caressed, gently kneaded, and squeezed. They were taut yet soft, incredibly elastic, making Shen Lang unable to let go…
With each back-and-forth rubbing, Xia Youran felt waves of pleasure receding and then surging, wave after wave of impact, making her both shy and timid. But the intense pleasure of being caressed made her subconsciously part her legs slightly…
After a rapid, intense massage, Shen Lang finally released Xia Youran, who was almost unconscious. She was flushed, breathing heavily, murmuring something, but it was unclear what she was saying.
Just then, Shen Lang suddenly heard a strange noise. He immediately covered Xia Youran's mouth and listened carefully. It was the sound of very light footsteps and the sound of parting reeds.
Shen Lang was stunned. "Damn, no way? Someone's really coming?"

Chapter 266 Encountering a Ninja
Xia Youran was panting heavily when Shen Lang covered her mouth again, making it difficult for her to breathe. She blinked in confusion, a coquettish look on her face, and began to struggle. Shen Lang made a "quiet" gesture and then used telepathy to tell her someone was passing by.
Xia Youran was visibly nervous. Her first reaction was to look for her clothes, which were several meters away and out of reach. Her second reaction was that she was terrified by Shen Lang. How could her husband speak without opening his mouth? The situation was truly terrifying, just like Duan Yanqing in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".
Shen Lang saw Xia Youran's expression and comforted her with amusement, "Baby, it's okay. Those people aren't coming this way. As for the talking issue... you've heard of telepathy, right? This is probably a knock-off; it doesn't travel very far."
Xia Youran understood Shen Lang's explanation and had no further doubts about the talking issue, but she was still skeptical about the people. She hadn't heard any sounds at all, at most some chirping insects or frogs. However, since Shen Lang said they weren't coming this way, she relaxed. Xia Youran naturally couldn't hear them, as they were more than 500 meters away. If it weren't for Shen Lang's extraordinary hearing gained through cultivation, he definitely wouldn't have heard them either.
The noise gradually grew louder. Shen Lang listened carefully and realized there were roughly two groups of people. The group in front consisted of only one person, and judging from their breathing, it seemed to be a woman. The group behind consisted of two people, both men.
The breathing of men and women was distinctly different and easy to distinguish.
The two groups of people were now about 400 meters away from Shen Lang and his companions. They weren't heading straight in this direction, but rather seemed to be "passing by." Judging from their breathing, the woman in front appeared to be injured, her breathing very erratic, clearly at her limit, just struggling to keep going. The two behind, however, were moving with agility and had plenty of energy left.
Despite the woman's desperate escape, the distance between them hadn't significantly decreased, meaning she wouldn't be caught for the time being, but it was only a matter of time.
Shen Lang was puzzled. In the middle of the night, two men were frantically chasing a woman—were they about to commit rape?
Rape? Shen Lang smiled wryly. That thought seemed too wicked, but what else could he think of in this situation? It was either rape or robbery; nothing good could come of it.
No, it couldn't be that simple. As the distance closed, Shen Lang realized that both sides were moving very fast. An ordinary person couldn't possibly run that fast, especially someone already injured. The two men appeared to be cultivators, as their breathing differed significantly from that of ordinary people. Although their breathing patterns were clearly different from Shen Lang's, they ultimately converged on the same principle, leading Shen Lang to conclude that it was a unique breathing technique characteristic of some cultivation method.
As for the woman, her breathing was too erratic to discern anything, but she was undoubtedly no ordinary person, able to endure being chased by cultivators for so long.
Shen Lang was a very curious person and considered himself someone who liked to side with the weak. Regardless of the reason, two grown men chasing an injured woman like this was wrong!
Shen Lang whispered in Xia Youran's ear, "Baby, wait here obediently. I'll be back soon. This area is protected by my true energy; no small animals should bother you." Although Xia Youran was a little scared, she nodded. She could sense that Shen Lang had definitely figured something out.
Shen Lang kissed Xia Youran's fragrant lips, then grabbed his clothes and hurriedly put them on, chasing after the two groups of people.
As Shen Lang drew closer, he saw three dark figures racing rapidly up the hillside in the night. Closer still
, Shen Lang noticed that the woman in the lead was disheveled and struggling to run towards the hill, her steps faltering, unable to continue for long.
The two men behind her were short, a head shorter than the woman in front. Watching their pursuit, Shen Lang couldn't help but think of scenes from movies where ninjas appeared, hunched over, sideways, and running at top speed. The two men in front of him were clearly like that, only they weren't wearing ninja masks and were just dressed in ordinary casual clothes, making their pursuit look rather comical. Unsure of the situation
, Shen Lang tried to stay away and conceal himself as much as possible.
"Whoosh—"
One of the shorter men casually waved his hand, and a thin silver light shot up from the darkness, flying towards the woman's back with a whooshing sound.
Shen Lang knew something was wrong; at such a short distance, this woman couldn't possibly escape.
Sure enough, a muffled groan was heard, and the woman crashed headfirst into a clump of bushes. After a rustling sound, all sound disappeared, and the hilltop fell silent. The two men seemed quite wary of the woman and instantly concealed themselves.
A ninja? Could it be a ninja? In Shen Lang's limited knowledge, only ninjas could conceal themselves so instantly.
Shen Lang wondered, could it be related to foreign agents coming to China?
But what about the woman in the police uniform?
Oh no! Suddenly, a chill ran through him. Why did that woman look so much like Zhao Siyan?
A chill ran down Shen Lang's spine. He felt a sense of despair. The more he thought about it, the more he felt the woman resembled Zhao Siyan. Although the distance was great, the general shape was still remarkably similar. And that muffled groan from earlier—how similar was it to Zhao Siyan's voice?
Furthermore, Zhao Siyan had been training with him for several months, and with her already strong physique, she had officially entered the realm of cultivation. It wasn't surprising that she had lasted so long against two ninjas. But what was going on? What had happened?
Never mind, even if the woman wasn't Zhao Siyan, he had to save her. Those two men might be the legendary ninjas, those Japanese devils! He couldn't allow them to wreak havoc on his territory!
Shen Lang made a decisive decision, not daring to waste any more time. He silently channeled his inner energy, his figure transforming into a shooting star as he rushed towards the place where the woman had disappeared.
He was still 300 meters away!
But at that moment, the two ninjas discovered the woman's hiding place, and the two groups clashed again.
The woman was unarmed, but the two ninjas wielded sharp ninja swords, each about fifty or sixty centimeters long, seemingly coated with poison, their blades flashing a cold, green light. The woman, already severely injured, was forced to retreat under the combined assault of the two ninjas wielding sharp weapons. The sound of the blades slicing through flesh was like a knife cutting into Shen Lang's own bones.
Shen Lang's eyes widened in fury. Pushing his limits, he covered the 300-meter distance in less than three seconds.
In those three seconds, the woman had been slashed at least ten times, blood gushing out, the heavy stench of blood filling the air.
Three figures, one tall and two short, clashed fiercely in a dark battle. There were no sounds of weapons clashing, no shouts or roars; both sides seemed unwilling to let anyone discover the fight. Only the occasional, grating sound of blades slicing through flesh filled the air. The battle was exceptionally brutal. The woman, having lost too much blood, was already swaying precariously, her movements becoming increasingly chaotic, her wounds rapidly multiplying.
As they drew closer, Shen Lang finally saw that the woman was clearly Zhao Siyan. With a furious roar, Shen Lang struck one of the ninjas with a powerful palm strike, as his dagger was aimed at Zhao Siyan's neck.
The ninja, alert and hearing the roar behind him, immediately abandoned Zhao Siyan and tried to dodge. However, he was still struck by Shen Lang's angry palm strike. The ninja groaned, not daring to linger, and he and his companion vanished instantly.
In a flash, the two men disappeared.
Shen Lang pounced, catching the collapsing Zhao Siyan.
Shen Lang was heartbroken and furious. How could she be here? How could she be being chased?
But Shen Lang couldn't delay any longer. Zhao Siyan was soaked in blood, her eyes filled with a dark aura—clearly a sign that the poison was attacking her heart. Shen Lang's hatred reached its peak, his eyes turning cold. "Damn those Japanese devils! How dare they injure my woman so badly! Today, I'll make sure you all die a horrible death!"
A stream of pure true energy was channeled into Zhao Siyan's body, temporarily protecting her heart meridian. He wasn't strong enough to force out the poison yet; he needed to find a secluded place. This place was clearly not an option; two Japanese devils were watching her like hawks.
Zhao Siyan struggled to open her eyes and was shocked to find that the person holding her was Shen Lang. Overjoyed and incredulous, she smiled weakly and said, "Brother Lang, it's you! That's wonderful!"
Her voice was very weak. Shen Lang snapped, "Wonderful my foot! You're in such a state!"
Zhao Siyan said feebly, "I'm fine, it's just that those two Japanese ninjas were too strong. I couldn't beat them. It's so embarrassing."
Shen Lang roared, "Shut up! Don't talk! You've only been cultivating for a few days, and you dare to provoke Japanese ninjas? Are you out of your mind?"
Although scolded, Zhao Siyan was overjoyed and obediently remained silent, only watching Shen Lang's anxious face with a smile in her eyes.
Under the infusion of Shen Lang's powerful true energy, Zhao Siyan quickly regained some color in her face and was temporarily out of danger.
Shen Lang hadn't forgotten the two Japanese ninjas hiding nearby. He knew they hadn't left, and guessed they weren't planning to, but rather observing Shen Lang's strength, looking for an opportunity to strike.
The ninjas were like that, and so was Shen Lang .
Shen Lang sighed inwardly; the Japanese ninjutsu was indeed renowned. The two ninjas had concealed themselves, and no matter how hard Shen Lang used his divine sense, he couldn't find a single clue.
However, Shen Lang had no intention of wasting time with the two ninjas, because Zhao Siyan urgently needed treatment. He didn't know what kind of poison Zhao Siyan had been afflicted with, so naturally, the sooner the better.
He needed to find a way to force those two to show themselves…

Chapter 267: Fighting in the Rain.
I'm bad at writing fight scenes; this chapter took me four or five hours to write. I've done my best, please bear with it. I'll finish this section as soon as possible. Shen Lang pondered for a long time but couldn't come up with a good solution. Although he had been training for almost half a year, his practical combat experience was negligible. In his limited few attempts, he hadn't encountered a worthy opponent. In fact, he didn't even know his own level. Facing two ninjas, although he had no confidence, he couldn't afford to gamble everything in this life-or-death situation.
Based on the somewhat unreliable knowledge Shen Lang had gleaned from movies, ninjas were extremely cautious. Without absolute certainty, they might lie in wait for days and nights until they found an opportunity to strike decisively.
Three minutes passed, and there was no sound from around them; even the chirping insects seemed to have disappeared.
A gust of wind arose! The shrubs and giant trees on the mountain began to sway violently, their shadows indistinct and unclear, making Shen Lang feel as if a ninja might leap out from some bush at any moment. The feeling of maintaining concentration for an extended period was indeed unpleasant, requiring a tremendous expenditure of mental energy, even more exhausting than a fight. Soon, sweat beaded on Shen Lang's forehead, and his heart rate increased by a full twenty percent.
Shen Lang knew he was on the defensive; if he continued to remain so focused and vigilant, he would eventually exhaust himself before the ninja could make their move.
In truth, Shen Lang could use invisibility techniques to enter a state of stealth, a technique far superior to the ninja's rudimentary method of using the terrain for concealment. However, with the poisoned Zhao Siyan beside him, this method was utterly ineffective.
Large beads of sweat streamed down Shen Lang's forehead, dripping onto the rocks, the sound of the stones colliding with the sweat audible.
Shen Lang had a premonition that the ninjas were about to strike. He didn't have much time left, and with Zhao Siyan beside him, he was at a disadvantage. Shen Lang had no confidence that he could escape unscathed from the ninjas' elusive attacks. Suddenly, a bold plan appeared in Shen Lang's mind: feigning reality while concealing the truth, and concealing reality while feigning—the profound wisdom of the ancient Chinese was beyond the comprehension of even the Japanese.
Shen Lang's plan was daring: he would directly force the poison out of Zhao Siyan, luring the two ninjas to reveal themselves and attack.
Ninjas were also cultivators; they would certainly know that healing someone in battle was a dangerous matter. If ambushed, both he and the person being healed could be injured.
Since they also knew this, he would take a gamble, betting on the Japanese's suspicious nature, fearing that he was luring them out, and thus hesitating to attack rashly.
Moreover, Shen Lang and Zhao Siyan's true energy originated from the same source; forcing out the poison would take less than a minute. Furthermore, Zhao Siyan's knife wounds were not fatal, and the bleeding had already stopped, so there was no need to rush to treat them.
If they could just hold on for one more minute, the plan would succeed!
The ninjas would never have imagined that Shen Lang could force Zhao Siyan's poison out in a minute. They were gambling on just one minute!
The next moment, Shen Lang helped Zhao Siyan sit up on the ground, then placed his palms against her back. Instantly, a surge of powerful true energy flowed into Zhao Siyan's body, rapidly expelling the toxins.
Zhao Siyan understood Shen Lang's meaning. She knew the danger of the situation and was almost in tears, saying, "Brother Lang, you can't!"
Shen Lang solemnly said, "Don't speak, guide it with your mind!"
Knowing she couldn't persuade Shen Lang, Zhao Siyan forced herself to calm down and guide his pure true energy to expel the poison.
Meanwhile, the two ninjas hidden in the shadows were also conflicted. This was the first time they had encountered such a situation, and they both found it unbelievable that someone could be so bold as to heal in front of the enemy.
But the ninjas quickly realized this might be a Chinese trick; the Chinese were always fond of scheming and intrigue. In a ninja's dictionary, self-preservation was the paramount principle. Attacks were only launched when certain of success; if the first strike failed, escape was the only option. Furthermore, they would only intervene to save an injured comrade if their own safety was assured. If their own survival was at stake, they would not hesitate to sacrifice their comrade for their own.
No ninja would ever attempt to expel poison from a comrade in front of the enemy.
It was this long-term, selfish, and cold-blooded training that cost the two ninjas a precious minute!
A minute is short, fleeting. Shen Lang successfully forced the poison out of Zhao Siyan's body. Thick, black poison dripped slowly from Zhao Siyan's fingertips, burning shallow pits on the rocks. The
black aura on Zhao Siyan's face gradually dissipated, her complexion improved considerably, even showing a touch of rosy blush—a stark contrast to the terrifying black aura from before. Seeing this, the two ninjas were filled with regret and rage. Although their willpower was as firm as a rock, realizing they had been tricked was a blatant act of contempt and a silent insult!
In their fury, the mind of one of the weaker ninjas finally trembled slightly, as subtle as a spider's thread.
This slight fluctuation, imperceptible to ordinary people, was like a small explosion to Shen Lang's divine sense. The nerve pulsated at 300,000 kilometers per second, penetrating the air, allowing Shen Lang to pinpoint the ninja's location.
Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Although he hadn't forced the ninja to launch a sneak attack, finding their hiding place was still a good thing.
Now, Shen Lang had gained a slight advantage; he knew the location of one of the ninjas, but the other two were completely unaware.
For the ninja himself, his hiding place was ingenious, but for Shen Lang, it was a tragedy. This damned fool had hidden behind a huge rock. Shen Lang laughed, but only inwardly. "You think you can hide behind a rock and be used as a target by me, Lao Shen, who's like Popeye? Don't you know there's a divine skill in China called 'hitting a cow across a mountain'?
You little devil, you should go find your Amaterasu!
" "Siyan, how are you feeling now? Come, sit on this rock and rest."
Shen Lang spoke to Zhao Siyan as he helped her towards the rock, but it was all an act; he wouldn't actually let her get close.
"I'm fine, this little scratch is nothing. Brother Lang, thank goodness you came. If you had come a minute later, I'm afraid..."
Zhao Siyan's voice was low, and she was panting heavily, probably mostly feigning it. They were on the same wavelength; she definitely knew what Shen Lang was up to.
Shen Lang feigned anger, saying, "You're not allowed to say that! If anything happens to you, how am I supposed to live? That damned Japanese pirate, daring to bully my woman! I'll rip his manhood off and feed it to the dogs!"
Zhao Siyan found it amusing but dared not laugh loudly, fearing it would aggravate her injuries, and endured the pain immensely. As they spoke, the two were less than five meters away from the ninja, a distance Shen Lang was confident of successfully launching a sneak attack.
The ninja seemed to understand Chinese, and upon hearing the two flirting under such circumstances, even harboring a vicious plan to castrate him, his anger flared, and a sliver of doubt appeared in his mind once more.
Shen Lang had pinpointed his previously imprecise location, pushing the ninja one step closer to death!
Just then, Shen Lang, who had been preparing for this moment, released Zhao Siyan, and with a swift movement of his palms, a powerful and unparalleled force struck the boulder across the five-meter distance, vanishing in a flash before bursting forth through the stone.
By the time the ninja realized something was wrong, it was too late. He felt a powerful force slam into his chest through the boulder. "How is this possible?"
the ninja wondered, utterly bewildered.
"Crack—"
A sickening sound of shattering ribs rang out, and the ninja coughed up blood, flying backward.
As Shen Lang had expected, the other ninja remained hidden, leaving the injured ninja to tumble heavily to the ground, his ribs almost completely broken, unable to move. Having
landed a successful blow, Shen Lang gave the ninja no chance to catch his breath. He immediately pounced, unleashing a flurry of kicks, a flurry of sharp leg shadows and gusts of wind, combined with the increasingly fierce mountain winds, nearly snapping the small trees growing between the rocks.
Just then, a dark shadow flashed out—it was the second ninja, his blade flashing, his target the heavily injured Zhao Siyan.
Shen Lang sneered inwardly. Sure enough, ninjas were all cowardly, selfish, and ruthless bullies. Instead of helping their comrades, they would ambush weaker enemies. Little did they know, Shen Lang's kicks at the wounded ninja were all feints, empty gestures without real power. Seeing the second ninja appear, he abruptly stopped, then spun rapidly, unleashing a gust of wind towards the second ninja. It was the leather belt he had hastily drawn from his waist, now imbued with Shen Lang's true energy, as hard as iron, like a brown, soft sword.
The second ninja could see that if his blade struck the woman, he would likely be seriously injured as well, realizing he had fallen into a trap.
Knowing he had no advantage, the ninja turned to face Shen Lang head-on, wildly swinging his ninja sword, using a barrage of blades to block Shen Lang's attacks.
Unfortunately, his calculations were wrong; his sword was definitely not strong enough to cut water.
Shen Lang's hand trembled, and the leather belt, as hard as iron, shattered into countless fragments, each imbued with unparalleled true energy, striking the ninja through the gaps in the blade like a thousand steel needles. The ninja was terrified and frantically tried to dodge, but the countless fragments covered an area of over ten meters. He dodged one wave only to be met with another. Although most of the fragments were blocked by his sword, hundreds still struck his body.
Shen Lang's full-force attack was not to be underestimated. The ninja felt as if his entire body had been struck by countless hidden weapons. The fragments, imbued with true energy, were like tiny exploding bullets, frantically destroying his body tissue. Hundreds of thin jets of blood spurted several meters away.
The ninja cried out in pain and flew backward, disappearing into a clump of bushes, vanishing once more.
Shen Lang dared not advance rashly, quickly retreating to Zhao Siyan's side, remaining vigilant.
Just then, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and a torrential downpour, accompanied by a fierce wind, poured down instantly.
Oh no!
The situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. The ninja was now in a very favorable position; with the help of the wind and rain, he could attack or defend as he pleased. Although injured, he was not without fighting power.
The lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the grass, trees, and boulders on the hillside, making them appear menacing, like owls in the night.
Shen Lang looked closely, and the injured ninja on the ground was nowhere to be seen. Even the bloodstains on the ground had been washed away by the torrential rain, as if no one had ever been there!
Shen Lang and Zhao Siyan stood back to back, and Shen Lang asked, "Siyan, how are you feeling now?"
Zhao Siyan replied, "Much better now, but I'm afraid I can't help you in a fight."
Shen Lang said, "Have some faith in your husband, okay? Fighting is a man's job; women should stay home and take care of the children!"
Zhao Siyan chuckled, but this aggravated her wound, causing her to wince in pain.
Shen Lang felt apologetic and remained silent.
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
Dozens of cold stars shot rapidly from the rain, their target being Shen Lang and Zhao Siyan, with significantly more aimed at Zhao Siyan.
Enraged, Shen Lang unleashed countless palm strikes, seemingly sending the hidden weapons flying backward.
"Crack—"
An unusual soft sound rang out in the rain, like a spring snapping open.
"Not good!"
Shen Lang realized something was amiss; several linked hidden weapons were hidden among the projectiles, likely a mother-and-child needle type!
Shen Lang roared, wrapping one arm around Zhao Siyan, and the two spun rapidly upward, instantly leaping over two meters high, several poisoned needles grazing their spinning bodies.

Chapter 268 Berserk State
Facing the torrential rain, Shen Lang spun rapidly, like a helicopter propeller, creating a cylindrical rain curtain around him, the outer edge of which spread outwards. At one moment, Shen Lang suddenly drifted off into thought. Xia Youran's image flashed through his mind. The situation here remained unresolved, and that silly woman Xia Youran was probably still waiting foolishly by the river. It was no wonder she'd catch a cold in this heavy rain!
This daze lasted only a short while before he returned to the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, two dark objects had flown to within five meters of them.
What were they?
Certainly not anything that could foster friendship or mutual assistance. Shen Lang was wary. Having learned his lesson with the mother-and-child needles, he dared not intercept them. But being in mid-air, with nowhere to use leverage to dodge, he could only continue spinning at high speed, the upward force of the rotation lifting him more than a meter higher. Shen Lang glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. The two hidden weapons, originally three feet apart, somehow collided three meters away.
"Boom—"
The two hidden weapons exploded upon impact, a deafening roar followed by a shower of tiny, sharp blades that fanned out towards Shen Lang at several times the speed of sound.
Shen Lang cried out in alarm, mustering his remaining strength to pull Zhao Siyan into his arms, arching his body as much as possible to minimize the area vulnerable to attack.
A sharp sound of blades piercing flesh filled the air, and Shen Lang nearly fainted from the pain. He had no idea how many hidden weapons had struck his back and legs. But he had no time to worry about that. Using the slight thrust of the weapons, Shen Lang lunged forward, simultaneously using his powerful slouch to barely dodge the ninja's follow-up attacks, landing in a crevice in the rocks.
The narrow crevice couldn't accommodate both of their bodies, and during the fall, Shen Lang's back rubbed violently against the rock wall, tearing away countless pieces of flesh from his body. "Ugh—"
Shen Lang almost ground his teeth to powder; he could almost feel the grating sound of bones grinding against rock.
"Whew—"
Finally, he hit the ground. The rain washing over him made Shen Lang gasp in pain, but he stubbornly refused to faint.
Zhao Siyan nestled in Shen Lang's warm embrace, knowing he was badly injured, her heart aching and tears streaming down her face. Yet, unable to help her lover, she felt both angry and ashamed.
Shen Lang chuckled, futilely wiping away Zhao Siyan's tears, but the torrential rain immediately soaked her face again.
Shen Lang transmitted his voice, "It's alright. I was distracted just now, which gave that ninja an opportunity. I definitely won't do it again next time, hehe!"
Zhao Siyan pouted, wanting to cry but trying her best to hold back, softly saying, "Brother Lang, put me down. I'm just a burden to you!"
Shen Lang laughed, "Don't talk nonsense. Even if you were taken along, or even our son, I would still twist those two ninjas' heads off." Hearing Shen Lang trying to joke at this moment, Zhao Siyan couldn't cry or laugh, she could only hold her lover tightly, futilely trying to cover his bleeding body.
Shen Lang couldn't leave Zhao Siyan, who was almost incapacitated, unattended. He wasn't sure if the heavily injured ninja was dead, and leaving Zhao Siyan unattended would be extremely dangerous.
Suddenly, a possibility occurred to Shen Lang: since he had struck the two ninjas, some of his true energy must have remained on their bodies or within them. Could he extend his mental perception to locate the ninjas through the connection between their true energy?
Shen Lang wasn't sure if it would work, but he had to try, as the situation couldn't afford to worsen. The next moment, Shen Lang's vast mental perception expanded, slowly extending in all directions.
Suddenly, Shen Lang was overjoyed, because he sensed his own faint true energy in a crevice about 20 meters away.
Success!
Faced with the ninjas' invisibility technique, Shen Lang was no longer blind and deaf, and now had the means to retaliate.
Of course, only Shen Lang himself could perceive this.
Shen Lang thought to himself, "If I can sense one, I can definitely sense the other, right?"
Without showing any emotion, Shen Lang continued to expand his divine sense forward. Just as he was about to reach the limit of his divine sense, he sensed a slightly stronger true energy. That must be the guy he had struck through the mountain with his single blow. The ninja was now lying under a large tree more than 300 meters away, barely breathing, probably on the verge of death.
Shen Lang understood. The second ninja must have taken the opportunity to move the first ninja away, with only one purpose: to distract Shen Lang, making him hesitate to put Zhao Siyan down and fight, not to save his comrade.
Since the ninja was on the verge of death, Shen Lang no longer hesitated. He put Zhao Siyan down in the crevice, then leaped out and rushed straight to where the second ninja was hiding.
The ninja was terrified. How could this Chinese man have detected his location in the midst of the storm?
Before he could think further, Shen Lang had already lifted a huge boulder and hurled it at him, parting the rain like a whistling wind, arriving in an instant. The ninja let out a strange cry and frantically dodged, but several more boulders blocked all his escape routes.
With nowhere to hide, the ninja gripped his sword with all his might and slashed at the nearest boulder.
"Boom—"
A deafening roar followed, and the boulder was cleaved in two, but the powerful force sent the ninja flying back dozens of meters, blood spilling from his mouth. During his flight, he was struck by several more boulders, his ribs nearly shattered.
The ninja landed and rolled a few times, yet managed to stand up, his face unrecognizable and covered in blood.
The ninja let out a sinister laugh, popped something into his mouth, and in less than a second, he roared to the sky. His hair and beard stood on end in the wind, veins bulged all over his body, and he suddenly grew three feet taller, becoming even taller than Shen Lang. His clothes were torn into strips, revealing his muscular body. His hair and beard and the strips of cloth swung wildly in the wind and rain, like the Grim Reaper descending from hell.
Shen Lang gasped. A monster transformation?
No matter what, Shen Lang had to defeat this monster.
Without a suitable weapon, Shen Lang had no choice but to continue fighting with his bare hands. He grabbed at the air, and the loose rocks and vegetation on the mountain seemed to be drawn by a powerful suction force, flying into the air and then rushing towards the ninja like a thousand horses, with terrifying momentum.
The ninja assassin's eyes were bloodshot, but his face was terrifyingly pale. Without dodging or flinching, he charged headlong into the boulders and vegetation. His arms flashed, deflecting the vegetation and smashing the boulders with a single punch, sending dust flying everywhere, quickly washed away by the torrential rain.
Shen Lang was horrified. He couldn't help but wonder if the monster had activated invincibility mode.
Just as he was about to dodge, the ninja suddenly exerted force, charging towards Shen Lang at three times the speed of before, seemingly exceeding the speed of sound. Behind him, in the raging storm, a "vacuum" several meters wide was created, like a tail woven from air—a bizarre sight. Shen Lang couldn't dodge in time and was slammed dozens of meters into the rock face by the ninja's immense force, only stopping when he crashed into the rock wall, leaving a human-shaped crater in the rock.
"Damn it!"
Shen Lang cursed inwardly. His body felt like it had fallen apart, almost unable to move. The pain was completely different from what he had just experienced. He thought to himself, if the *Bone Refining Technique* hadn't focused on cultivating bones, his entire body would probably be reduced to dust by now.
Even so, Shen Lang still felt excruciating pain all over his body, especially his muscles. It was like doing 500 push-ups for the first time – his whole body ached unbearably, and he didn't want to move an inch. Shen Lang smiled bitterly. Perhaps he still lacked practical experience, because he didn't think his strength was much weaker than that ninja's.
Shen Lang took several deep breaths, frantically circulating his internal energy through all his meridians and bones, finally dispelling some of the soreness.
But the ninja's follow-up attack was already underway. Shen Lang grabbed the rock wall with one hand, his fingers digging deep into the rock. Using the momentum, he swung to the side like a monkey.
In the blink of an eye, the ninja's flying kick landed less than 20 centimeters away from Shen Lang, creating a crater several centimeters deep in the rock. Small fragments of rock shattered, striking Shen Lang's body and face, leaving dozens of bloody welts. Enraged
, Shen Lang channeled his inner energy into his right fist, meeting the ninja's palm strike head-on. Fist and palm collided with a deafening roar, violent inner energy blasting outwards, creating several large craters in the nearby rock walls, and reducing trees to ashes. The ninja only swayed slightly before regaining his balance, while Shen Lang was sent flying backwards, his internal organs seemingly displaced, a nauseating churning within his abdomen.
The ninja slammed his feet against the rock wall, swooping down on Shen Lang like a large bird, simultaneously unleashing a barrage of hidden weapons—a shimmering, green mass that blocked off a five-meter radius around him.
Just then, something unbelievable happened to the ninja: the Chinese man before him suddenly vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace. Even with his advanced ninja's heightened senses, he couldn't detect him.
The volley of projectiles, having lost their target, fell with diminished force, clanging and clattering onto the rocks. The ninja's determined attack, fueled by the expend of all his strength, had missed its mark, leaving him nearly spitting blood in surprise.
What happened? Did the Chinese also know our invisibility technique?
In fact, Shen Lang had activated his invisibility technique at the critical moment—a super invisibility technique, countless times more advanced than mere invisibility.
Activating invisibility consumed an immense amount of true energy, so Shen Lang had never dared to use it lightly.
He had only used it once before, when he was discovered by Yuwen Zhi'ang during his assassination attempt on Zhou Zijun and his son. At that time, Shen Lang's power could only sustain him for less than three minutes; if Yuwen Zhi'ang hadn't moved away in time, Shen Lang would have been exposed.
Now, Shen Lang's strength has increased significantly compared to before, but his invisibility technique can only be used for five minutes.
Shen Lang is gambling, betting that the ninja must have taken some kind of potential-enhancing drug to be in a berserk state for a short period of time and thus greatly increase his strength.
However, under normal circumstances, potential-enhancing drugs have a time limit, and after a certain period of time, they will inevitably become ineffective.
However, Shen Lang does not know the duration of the drug.
Shen Lang is betting that the ninja's drug will become ineffective within five minutes.
Five minutes!
If the drug becomes ineffective, the ninja will die without a burial place.
If the drug does not become ineffective, Shen Lang and Zhao Siyan will be in grave danger.

Chapter 269 Falling into Despair
"Hmm? How could this be?"
Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief for the moment, subconsciously using his true energy to repair the wounds on his body. He noticed an unbelievable phenomenon: could one still mobilize true energy while invisible?
The "Bone Refining Technique" actually records the invisibility technique, but it does not say whether one can mobilize true energy or even continue to attack while invisible. Among Shen Lang's limited, seemingly impressive but unreliable knowledge, a significant portion came from online games. One such game featured a rogue character with the ability to become invisible, but this invisibility vanished upon attacking.
Previously, Shen Lang had been completely misled by the game's mechanics; the more he played, the more he believed that invisibility would disappear instantly upon attack.
What are online games anyway? They are virtual entities adapted from online novels, and all the knowledge within them is "pseudo-knowledge." Online games are a killer!
After several experiments, Shen Lang finally confirmed his discovery: true energy could not only be freely manipulated while invisible, but could also be used to continue attacking!
Like discovering a huge treasure, Shen Lang was overjoyed. "Damn those little devils, you're dead now!"
Without further ado, Shen Lang began his revenge. He carefully crept up behind the ninja, and sure enough, the ninja was completely unaware. The usually highly vigilant ninja was completely oblivious to the person lurking behind him!
The battle was over prematurely!
The next moment, Shen Lang's palm, brimming with power, struck the ninja's back solidly. A cracking sound was heard, and a large crater appeared in the ninja's back. His spine shattered inch by inch, and the overwhelming force instantly pierced through the ninja's chest cavity, spraying out from the front. The ninja's entire upper body exploded into fragments with a deafening roar, blood and flesh flying everywhere, knocking down dozens of small trees. Shen Lang reacted quickly, waving his hand and hastily retreating, but he was still inevitably hit by the spray of blood, leaving several more bloody welts on his body.
Despite the new welts, Shen Lang seemed oblivious, standing blankly in the distance, staring at the half-dead corpse, somewhat incredulous. Had a life-or-death battle ended just like that?
That ninja was quite tragic, meeting his Amaterasu Omikami in such a mutilated state.
Shen Lang remained stunned for a full three minutes, then was jolted awake by a cry of alarm—"Brother Lang—"
a piercing scream for help!
It was Zhao Siyan!
"Boom—"
A sensation seemed to explode in Shen Lang's mind, a chill running through him. Before his brain could even register the commands, his body had already mustered its remaining strength and was sprinting towards the crevice in the rock. Shen Lang forcefully gathered his inner energy, his internal energy channels surging. Countless jets of blood gushed from his wounds. In less than five minutes, Shen Lang traversed 50 meters. The scene below made Shen Lang's eyes widen in horror. The ninja, whom Shen Lang had already sentenced to death with a single, indirect strike, was now stabbing Zhao Siyan with a knife.
The sharp ninja blade gleamed with a deathly light, its tip less than a centimeter from Zhao Siyan's chest.
Zhao Siyan was covered in blood, presumably already rendered defenseless by the merciless attack.
Why?
There was no time to think about why. Shen Lang roared, gathering his inner energy again as his true energy was about to run out. With boundless rage, he struck the ninja heavily on the back with a muffled "thud," like striking broken leather. The ninja was instantly reduced to a pile of mud, crashing heavily against the stone wall, lifeless. "Ugh—"
Zhao Siyan's suppressed cry of pain rang out as the 60-centimeter-long ninja sword was embedded almost halfway into her chest!
"Siyan—"
Shen Lang was heartbroken, his eyes bloodshot. He lunged down, ignoring the friction against the rock wall, and caught Zhao Siyan.
"Siyan, how...are you feeling?"
Shen Lang felt his voice trembling, almost unable to speak, his body nearly stiff. Zhao Siyan opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word. Her head lolled to the side, and she fainted. Shen Lang was consumed by rage and self-loathing
, yet he didn't understand why.
In truth, it was simply because Shen Lang lacked combat experience. He had been tricked by the ninja. The reason he had detected the ninja's near-death state was due to a technique similar to tortoise breathing, which temporarily sealed off his life force. While Shen Lang was engaged in fierce combat with the second ninja, the ninja had quietly located Zhao Siyan and successfully launched a sneak attack.
However, Shen Lang didn't have time to dwell on these things now. He quickly calmed himself down; his first priority was to heal Zhao Siyan's injuries.
There were many caves on the mountain, and Shen Lang easily found a relatively clean one. Entering the cave, he casually waved his hand, sending a powerful surge of true energy across the ground, smoothing it out completely. Shen Lang took off his clothes, dried them quickly, and laid them on the cool stone floor before placing Zhao Siyan on them.
He first roughly examined Zhao Siyan's injuries, discovering that the ninja sword had pierced between two ribs, some distance from her heart, and hadn't damaged the major artery, but it seemed to have injured a lung. Her breathing was extremely rapid, and her face was deathly pale.
Shen Lang felt slightly calmer. Once his panicked emotions had subsided, he used the power of his life essence to generate the purest true energy, gently protecting Zhao Siyan's heart and her weak heartbeat. As long as her heartbeat continued, there was still hope.
Next, Shen Lang carefully tore off Zhao Siyan's clothes. A wisp of his divine sense emerged from his Zifu Sea of Consciousness, slowly entering Zhao Siyan's body to give her a full-body examination, to ascertain the extent of her injuries in order to provide treatment. Shen Lang slowly extended his divine sense into Zhao Siyan's chest cavity. An image immediately appeared in his sea of consciousness: the tissue at the stab wound in Zhao Siyan's chest had suffered massive damage. The sharp ninja blade seemed to carry a swirling force, not only expanding the damage several times over but also tearing apart dozens of surrounding nerves. The two nearest ribs also showed faint cracks, almost shattered. Finally, the blade unfortunately pierced her lung, severely damaging the left lobe. Blood almost filled half of the lung, making it increasingly difficult for Zhao Siyan to breathe.
His divine sense passed through Zhao Siyan's head, and the situation he observed chilled him even more. Zhao Siyan's head had also suffered a severe blow; many blood vessels in her brain had burst, and countless small blood vessels were gushing blood, compressing her nerves and cerebral cortex. Compared to the injuries to her chest and head, the other knife wounds on Zhao Siyan's body were practically insignificant.
Those damned Japanese devils!
Shen Lang was filled with boundless hatred, but now was not the time to vent his anger. He could only forcefully suppress his rage and focus on treating Zhao Siyan.
Both injuries were too severe, forcing Shen Lang to treat them simultaneously. Although this dual treatment greatly increased the difficulty and risk, if he didn't treat one simultaneously, even if he managed to control one, the other would be fatal.
The problem was, Shen Lang wasn't a doctor, and with the torrential rain, where could he find anyone? Go to the village to find Xue Dong?
Forget it, even if Shen Lang pushed his skills to the limit, a round trip would take at least three minutes. In three minutes, even two Zhao Siyans wouldn't be saved. Shen Lang gasped. If he hadn't practiced the Bone Refining Technique, such a severe injury would have been beyond saving. Even now, Shen Lang wasn't entirely confident, as he wasn't a professional. He could only begin treatment according to the healing section appended to the Bone Refining Technique.
According to the Bone Refining Technique, although the universe is complex, it is nothing more than five basic energies: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. As the saying goes, Heaven has five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, which nurture and create all things in their respective seasons. The five elements generate each other: metal generates water, water generates wood, wood generates fire, fire generates earth, and earth generates metal, endlessly transforming and possessing infinite wonders.
The medical section of the Bone Refining Technique utilizes the principles of mutual generation of Yin and Yang and the five elements to achieve the miraculous effects of bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh to bones. Cultivating the bone meridians using the techniques recorded in the Bone Refining Technique is possible because its true energy is the most primordial energy of heaven and earth. With the aid of special techniques, it can be transformed into any of the five basic energies. Shen Lang silently reviewed the techniques recorded in the Bone Refining Manual, then took a deep breath. He first circulated his energy to concentrate the rainwater on their bodies, then used his internal true energy to catalyze the water into primordial water-based true essence. Soon, a cloud of mist radiating silver light gradually formed in Shen Lang's right palm.
At this moment, Shen Lang continued to catalyze clusters of true energy into pale blue fire-based true essence, then covered the surface of the water-based true essence with the fire-based true essence. Since both the water-based and fire-based true essences were pure energy, not tangible, they easily penetrated into Zhao Siyan's head under the guidance of his true energy.
Water-based elemental energy is the gentlest of the five elements, capable of repairing damaged blood vessels and various tissues. Fire-based true energy, on the other hand, possesses the power to incinerate everything, capable of burning away stagnant blood in the brain into primordial energy. The intertwining of water and fire neutralizes each other, preventing the fire-based true energy from becoming excessively violent, thus protecting normal bodily tissues.
Shen Lang finally broke the truth that water and fire are incompatible, but he didn't use water and fire in the pure, traditional sense; instead, he used water and fire catalyzed by true energy, so there was absolutely no chance of "water entering the brain."
The water and fire true energy continuously circulated between Shen Lang's right hand and Zhao Siyan's head, constantly channeling pure energy into Zhao Siyan's head while simultaneously removing impure and excess energy, which Shen Lang then purified and refined before re-injecting it.
At the same time, Shen Lang's left hand wasn't idle either; he was attempting to transform true energy into metal-based true energy so that he could conjure an energy scalpel.
However, the true essence of the metal element was too difficult to control. Shen Lang tried to transform it several times but failed, wasting a lot of true energy.
A minute passed, and blood almost filled Zhao Siyan's lungs. Her breathing became weaker and weaker, almost stopping...
Having just experienced a life-or-death battle, and now facing this kind of healing that consumed so much true energy, Shen Lang's true energy was quickly exhausted. Shen Lang felt dizzy and his limbs went weak.
Shen Lang was powerless to continue. A feeling of despair and fear began to rise. Shen Lang roared to the sky in unwillingness—First Release.

Chapter 270 Condensing Cold Fire
At this moment, Shen Lang felt the mysterious petal on his chest begin to move again. A sharp pain that seemed to tear his chest apart came, and a blinding light rose. A powerful true energy was generated from the mysterious petal. It was like a starving person being suddenly stuffed with a large amount of food. Shen Lang was so choked that he almost fainted. [//]Please visit this site. After overcoming the initial discomfort, Shen Lang began to feel completely comfortable. A sense of fullness returned to his body. The powerful true qi was different from the previous true qi; it seemed purer and contained more energy. If true qi was like fine wine, then the previous true qi in his body was only a fraction of its original value, while the current true qi was much stronger. This abundant true qi quickly filled Shen Lang's almost parched bone meridians, and the energy scalpel instantly synthesized under the ample supply of true qi. Shen Lang was astonished, but he didn't have time to investigate why. He carefully and slowly pulled the ninja knife from Zhao Siyan's chest. While using fire-type true qi to stop the bleeding, the energy scalpel pierced through her body, instantly capturing the area that needed treatment. It began to clean up the damaged and useless tissue, and at the same time, it began to smooth the cracks on her ribs.
Shen Lang was multitasking, simultaneously treating the blood clots in Zhao Siyan's head and repairing the small blood vessels, while also repairing the damaged tissue in her lungs and treating the blood clots. It was incredibly strenuous; sweat poured down his face like he was taking a bath.
Soon, Zhao Siyan's condition stabilized, and Shen Lang began using his water-based true essence to perform final, meticulous repairs on the other wounds on her body, hoping to prevent scarring. The Bone Refining Technique stated that proper treatment would prevent scarring, but Shen Lang had no confidence and could only try his best. At this moment, Zhao Siyan, whose injuries had greatly diminished, finally woke up. After all, she was a cultivator; her two most serious injuries had been largely repaired, and she was still recovering after waking up.
Zhao Siyan opened her eyes and saw Shen Lang's exhausted face and profuse sweat, feeling a pang of heartache.
Seeing Zhao Siyan awaken, Shen Lang was overjoyed. His efforts had finally paid off. A look of delight spread across his face as he said, "Siyan, lie still and don't move!"
Zhao Siyan forced a smile and obediently lay there. Suddenly, she felt as if the world had changed. There was no more danger, no more fear, no more swords and shadows, no more bitterness and exhaustion. She wanted to preserve this intoxicating feeling for a lifetime.
Watching her beloved man gently caress her body, even though she knew he was healing her, Zhao Siyan still felt her pretty face burning and a faint blush rising to her skin…
At this moment, Shen Lang tried to completely blend his fire and water elemental essences together to achieve a better healing effect and potentially leave no scars. Shen Lang took a deep breath and channeled his right hand. "Whoosh—"
Five small orange flames of varying lengths appeared on his fingertips, sizzling incessantly.
Then, Shen Lang silently recited the incantation from the *Bone Refining Technique*. Suddenly, the five small flames intersected and slowly merged. Instantly, the subtle sounds of countless sparks exploding together rang out, like silkworms sipping food, rustling softly. Then, with a muffled "boom," the five arcs of electricity swiftly merged, bursting into a huge orange flame. The flame floated into the air, illuminating the cave as brightly as day. A slender, azure flame appeared on the tip of Shen Lang's index finger. Next, Shen Lang carefully attempted to fuse his water-elemental true essence into it, as cautiously as threading a needle, for a moment's carelessness could cause the water and fire energies to repel each other, potentially causing an explosion that could collapse the entire cave.
"Bang—"
The expected explosion did not occur; instead, a large cloud of mist rose, wetting Shen Lang's face and even forming frost on his hair and eyebrows.
Zhao Siyan found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh out loud, but this aggravated her wound, causing her to wince in pain.
Shen Lang carefully controlled the water and fire true energy in his hands, not daring to make any big movements. His voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth as he gloated, "So what if you've become the White-Browed Hero? What's so funny? Now you're finally suffering, aren't you?"
Zhao Siyan asked in surprise, "Brother Lang, how did you know there was frost on your head and face?"
Shen Lang laughed, "The water mist was very cold just now, it felt icy on my face, how could I not feel it? Besides, your eyes are so big, I could use them as a mirror!"
Zhao Siyan lightly spat and said coquettishly, "Brother Lang is mocking me again. Only a cow's eyes are big enough to be used as a mirror, you're indirectly saying I'm like a cow—"
"Uh—"
Shen Lang said innocently, "Heaven and earth bear witness, I didn't mean that, I was just saying Siyan's eyes are big and bright..." With a
soft "poof,"
a sound like gas being released rang out, and the water and fire true essences that had been smoothly merging suddenly dissipated. A ball of flame rose up, instantly burning off all of Shen Lang's hair and eyebrows. Then, a thicker mist rose, reaching the top of the cave. Upon encountering the cool stones, it quickly condensed into water droplets and fell like a light rain, washing away the singed hair from Shen Lang's head. "Uh—"
Now both of them were stunned.
Zhao Siyan was caught off guard, and Shen Lang was on the verge of tears. A gleaming 200-watt light bulb appeared, seemingly increasing the brightness of the cave considerably.
Zhao Siyan had done something wrong, but looking at Shen Lang's bald head, she couldn't help but want to laugh. However, seeing Shen Lang's tearful expression, she dared not laugh and said somewhat awkwardly, "Brother Lang, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you talk." Hearing Zhao Siyan's insincere apology, Shen Lang sighed dejectedly, "Forget it, it's not your fault. It's just that I'm not good enough. It's just a pity about my beautiful, flowing hair. I've been growing it for so long."
"Pfft—"
Zhao Siyan burst out laughing, saying, "You're so shameless! I've never heard of anyone daring to call less than an inch of hair 'flowing hair'!"
Shen Lang said, "Alright, from now on, you'd better keep your mouth shut, or I'll take measures."
Zhao Siyan had no choice but to obediently shut her mouth. She was afraid that Shen Lang would really take some measures. This hateful Brother Lang never played by the rules.
Shen Lang carefully treated the burn marks on his body and went through the procedure again. This time, he wasn't distracted and finally succeeded. After the water vapor evaporated, Shen Lang was delighted to find that the small blue flames on his fingertips had turned milky white. These milky white flames had no heat whatsoever; on the contrary, they had a slight coolness.
Shen Lang was overjoyed; the true fusion of water and fire had finally been achieved!
The *Bone Refining Manual* calls this kind of fire "cold fire," which Shen Lang thought was quite apt. However, to most people, it would certainly sound unbelievable. Fire is hot; how can it be called "cold fire"? Calling it "cold water" would be more plausible.
According to the book, although cold fire has no heat, it can burn almost any substance. However, this depends on the skill of the person controlling the cold fire. If the skill is insufficient or the operation is not skillful enough, there is a certain chance of causing harm to the body. With Zhao Siyan covered in wounds, and the wounds sticking together with blood, using cold fire to treat the wounds was the best choice without disinfectant or equipment.
Shen Lang carefully controlled the cold fire, slowly guiding the milky-white flames closer to Zhao Siyan's body. The moment the cold fire touched her, the flames opened like hungry puppies finding food, instantly transforming into an extremely thin film that rippled and spread across Zhao Siyan's body.
Where the ripples passed, the blood and rotten flesh at Zhao Siyan's wounds were gradually reduced to ash and then completely disappeared, revealing long, deep wounds, as if washed clean, a ghastly white color, somewhat shocking.
Soon, Zhao Siyan was naked before Shen Lang's eyes, her body covered in wounds, many overlapping, some so deep that bone was almost visible. This filled Shen Lang with immense heartache. However, the flaws didn't overshadow the beauty of the body. The wounds couldn't completely conceal its allure; the near-perfect proportions, the high, firm breasts, the flat stomach without an ounce of excess fat, and the long, slender legs taut beneath the lush pubic hair—the almost perfect curves of the entire body… every part of it tested Shen Lang's composure.
At this moment, the mysterious petal on Shen Lang's chest was still raging, continuously releasing pure true energy. But as before, when the petal activated, Shen Lang would be overcome with primal instincts, and his lower body would quickly react in the most primitive way.
Shen Lang took a deep breath; this reaction was truly agonizing… However, Shen Lang felt more fortunate than troubled. For the first time, he sincerely thanked this mysterious petal. The petal hadn't reacted recently, but today, for some unknown reason, it suddenly "appeared," releasing a large amount of true energy; otherwise, Zhao Siyan would have been in grave danger.
Despite his gratitude, Shen Lang's exhaustion remained. Controlling the cold fire was already difficult enough, but now, tormented by the desire aroused by the petals, it was like adding insult to injury. Looking at Zhao Siyan's naked body and inhaling her delicate fragrance, the intense sensory stimulation made Shen Lang's mind wander, his heart pounding, and sweat beading on his forehead. "Damn
these petals, why do they have to have such a side effect?"
Zhao Siyan, of course, was unaware of her lover's reaction. Seeing Shen Lang sweating, she could only assume it was due to exhaustion. Besides feeling heartache, there was nothing she could do.
Unable to bear seeing her lover's haggard appearance any longer, Zhao Siyan closed her eyes, feeling the cool, pleasant, water-like substance slowly wash over her body. This comfortable feeling almost made her groan.
At this moment, Zhao Siyan was extremely surprised, unable to shake off the feeling. Her husband was becoming more and more mysterious. What exactly was this thing that was neither water nor fire?

Chapter 271 Painful Comparison
Feeling increasingly puzzled, Zhao Siyan's curiosity finally reached its limit, and she couldn't help but ask, "Brother Lang, what exactly is that thing on your fingertips?"
Shen Lang, controlling the cold fire, dared not move an inch, speaking like a zombie, "Actually, I don't know exactly what it is either. The book says it's called cold fire!"
"Cold fire? How can fire be cold?"
Zhao Siyan found it utterly unbelievable, finding it hard to understand. Water and fire are incompatible, a common-sense fact, let alone cold fire. If a flame is cold, can it still be considered fire?
Shen Lang said, "I'll explain that to you later. Right now, let's treat your injuries first. My true energy is limited, and time is running out." Although Zhao Siyan was curious, she could only put aside her curiosity and obediently cooperate with her lover's treatment.
The cold fire served to treat the wound, essentially a cleaning and disinfection process. After the initial treatment of the wound, Shen Lang extinguished the cold fire.
Then, with a few soft hissing sounds, ten orange flames simultaneously appeared on Shen Lang's ten fingertips. Gradually, the small orange flames curved, forming tiny rings. Suddenly, these rings rapidly expanded, reaching a diameter of twenty centimeters, before detaching from Shen Lang's fingers and floating into the air. They then gradually merged together, forming a thick, large orange fire ring. At this moment, Shen Lang casually picked up a ball of silver water-based true essence, gave a low shout, and pushed it forward. Instantly, a silver node appeared at the center of the fire ring, attracting rainwater from outside the cave into the cave. Instantly, the cave was filled with moisture, like a fairyland. The moisture, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, flowed slowly from all directions into the center of the dazzling fire ring, accumulating at the silver node and gradually forming a transparent water sphere more than ten centimeters in diameter.
Zhao Siyan was astonished, speechless once again. Had her husband become a deity? She couldn't understand what Shen Lang was doing, but she didn't dare ask. Judging from his serious and laborious expression, it was clear that his spell had reached a crucial moment. Shen Lang gritted his teeth and laboriously pulled the enormous water sphere down from the air, slowly approaching Zhao Siyan's body. After about a minute, the water sphere finally touched Zhao Siyan's body. Immediately, the water sphere suddenly dispersed, evenly covering Zhao Siyan's body like a layer of light.
"Don't move, it might hurt more next, you have to bear it!"
Zhao Siyan nodded in agreement, fully prepared mentally.
But to Zhao Siyan's surprise, before the pain even came, her physical reaction came first. As Shen Lang treated her, Zhao Siyan began to blush because some of the wounds were strangely distributed, in the more sensitive areas of her body.
Although she had already been intimate with Shen Lang, Zhao Siyan was still incredibly shy. After all, those areas were too embarrassing; when the ninja stabbed her, he wouldn't have chosen his spots carefully. Her whole body was covered in wounds, and some in hidden places were unavoidable. As Shen Lang's large hand gently caressed her, Zhao Siyan quickly reacted. Her expression became increasingly alluring, and her breathtakingly beautiful face became more and more captivating. Her delicate eyebrows, clear eyes, exquisite nose, and rosy lips exuded an astonishing charm that captivated the soul.
Zhao Siyan was naturally aware of her body's reaction and was extremely shy, but she couldn't control herself and almost dared not open her eyes to look at Shen Lang.
Then, the real test for Zhao Siyan arrived. The light membranes, upon contact with Zhao Siyan's wounds, acted as if they had encountered delicious food, beginning to penetrate and continuously devour the surrounding useless tissue. Blood flowed out and was quickly absorbed, then constantly stimulating the regeneration of new muscle and skin tissue, repairing the wounds at a visible speed.
Although the speed was fast, the price of the speed was unbearable pain. Sharp pain came from the wounds all over her body. Zhao Siyan's eyebrows furrowed from time to time. With each frown and brow, she seemed to melt Shen Lang's heart. Her beautiful eyes seemed to touch the deepest part of his heart. Her pitiful and charming appearance made his heart flutter. He rubbed her even more gently, afraid of hurting her. Zhao Siyan felt incredibly exhausted. Almost simultaneously, sharp, unbearable pain shot through all the wounds on her body, like salt being rubbed into them. The pain made her cry out repeatedly, her delicate eyebrows furrowing into knots, tears streaming down her face. With a pitiful expression, she said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Brother Lang, it hurts so much! Siyan can't take it anymore!"
Shen Lang knew it would hurt, but he didn't know it would hurt this much. He tried to distract her, and an idea struck him. He asked in a joking tone, "Pain? How much does it hurt? Is it as painful as our first time?"
Hearing this lewd remark, Zhao Siyan was immediately embarrassed. She gasped and said coquettishly, "Brother Lang… you… you're so bad, you're teasing me… This pain is not that pain, the two are completely different…" " They're not the same thing, how can they be compared?"
Shen Lang said seriously, "How can they not be compared? I think there are quite a few comparable aspects!"
Zhao Siyan couldn't help but retort, "Brother Lang... you're just talking nonsense, these are simply... incomparable!"
Shen Lang adopted a posture of presenting facts and reasoning, saying, "I'm not talking nonsense, come on, let Brother Lang tell you what's comparable about these two kinds of pain. First, you'll bleed in both, right?"
Both things did indeed cause bleeding, Zhao Siyan couldn't deny that, but she spat indignantly, "Pah, Brother Lang is such a rogue!"
Seeing that Zhao Siyan's attention had indeed been successfully diverted, Shen Lang was greatly encouraged and continued to deceive her, "Second, I'll use my hands in both, right?"
"Uh—"
Zhao Siyan was speechless. Both things did indeed involve using her hands. Recalling the scene of Brother Lang ravaging her body, Zhao Siyan was so ashamed that she simply closed her eyes and remained silent. Shen Lang continued, "Third, you can scream, right? It's just that when you're in bed you scream, and when you're lying on the ground you scream, but it's useless. You can't get help from heaven or earth. The pain will still hurt, and I can't help you. You have to bear it yourself."
"Pah!"
Zhao Siyan could only spit and couldn't say a word. It's amazing that he could summarize it like that. He's really a rogue brother.
"Fourth, you'll have to go through a tortuous and complicated process, but the general trend is bitter before sweet, that is, pain first, then enjoyment. Think about it, isn't that right?"
Zhao Siyan pouted, suddenly understanding what Brother Lang meant. Although he was saying something lewd, he was actually trying to divert her attention. Now, after being fooled like this, the pain in her body seemed to have lessened a bit, so her tone became much gentler: "Fine, I guess! But it sounds like sophistry." Shen Lang laughed: "Don't rush, there's a fifth point. As for this fifth point... hehe, throughout the whole process, it's basically me on top and you on the bottom, me kneeling and you lying down, me working hard and you reaping the benefits... oh no, you 'lying down' and reaping the benefits... hahaha..."
Zhao Siyan was finally speechless. She was truly impressed by her husband. He actually found so many similarities between making love and healing. He was a real talent, but a talent of the rogue world!
But whether he was a real rogue or not, Zhao Siyan felt she couldn't live without him for the rest of her life. "A wife follows her husband wherever he goes," she thought, "and marrying a rogue means I have to obediently accept his teasing.
" The joke was over, and Shen Lang continued, "Actually, I did this according to the medical books. This thing is called the Water-Fire Essence Membrane, and its principle is similar to the Cold Fire technique. I didn't know it would hurt so much. I'm not 100% sure about what happens next, after all, it's my first time. If some wounds still leave scars, please don't blame me."
Zhao Siyan was quick-witted and soon understood Shen Lang's meaning. She exclaimed happily, "Brother Lang, you mean you can make most of my wounds scar-free?"
Shen Lang nodded and said, "Theoretically, yes, but this is my first time using it, and if I don't take care of certain areas, there might be some minor imperfections."
Zhao Siyan was initially quite desperate. If she were left with a series of scars, for a beautiful and vain woman like her, death would be preferable.
With current medical technology, treating such a large wound, even with full-body repair and skin grafting, is virtually impossible to completely eliminate scarring.
Hearing Shen Lang say there was a chance to leave no scars at all, Zhao Siyan was overjoyed, her excitement overflowing, and she wept with joy. After all, Zhao Siyan was just a girl in her early twenties; she couldn't possibly be indifferent to her appearance and skin.
With the aid of the Water-Fire Essence Membrane, Shen Lang gently stroked Zhao Siyan's wounds, his touch light and meticulous. Strands of true essence, mixed with the essence of water and fire, slowly nourished and repaired her wounds. This essence acted like a healing elixir, first washing away the blood and damaged tissue deep within the wounds, then beginning the repair process. The subtle, almost imperceptible true essence acted like stitches, mending the torn skin together. Then, nourished by the water-fire essence, the wounds were gradually smoothed out, leaving no trace. The new skin was even more delicate and smooth than before. Three
hours passed, and most of Zhao Siyan's wounds had been stitched up perfectly. The wounds looked as if they had never existed, leaving no trace, and her once-clear skin regained its radiance. Now, only the wounds on Zhao Siyan's chest and some near her private parts remained. These areas were more difficult to treat, so Shen Lang paused to recover his depleted true energy.
Zhao Siyan glanced at the exhausted Shen Lang, a pang of heartache rising in her heart. She couldn't help but urge him, "Brother Lang, take a rest."
Shen Lang, his face pale, smiled and said, "I can't. My power isn't enough yet, and it consumes a lot of energy. I can't control this water-fire essence membrane for very long; it will dissipate in half an hour at most. I must heal you within half an hour, otherwise, I don't know when I'll be able to successfully condense it again. By then, the wound will probably have already scabbed over, and it will be difficult to avoid scarring."
Zhao Siyan sighed, reached out her slender hand to wipe Shen Lang's sweat, and whispered, "Brother Lang, Siyan doesn't care. Siyan doesn't want you to be too tired. This makes me..."
Shen Lang said, "Silly girl, don't talk nonsense. What woman likes to have scars on her body? Don't say anymore. Brother Lang can still hold on. Cooperate with me and don't move around, or you'll suffer a backlash from the true energy."
"What do you mean by a backlash from the true energy?"
Zhao Siyan didn't understand.
Shen Lang explained, "The so-called 'true qi backlash' refers to the situation where, when the true qi in the body is less than the true qi output, there's a chance that one won't be able to control the external true qi well, or even be controlled by it, resulting in a backlash, similar to the 'qi deviation' often described in martial arts novels."
Hearing how serious it was, Zhao Siyan became even more hesitant to move, saying, "Brother Lang, be careful, don't push yourself. Siyan would rather become an ugly monster than have anything happen to Brother Lang."
Shen Lang laughed, "Don't worry, true qi backlash isn't that easy to happen. Besides, the fire-elemental true qi outside has already been withdrawn, and the remaining water-elemental true qi is very gentle; even if there is a backlash, the damage won't be too great. However, you have several hidden wounds, so the real danger is coming up. You can't move around recklessly; if you do... I don't know what the consequences will be."
Looking at the wounds on her breasts and around her private parts, Zhao Siyan knew that according to Shen Lang's treatment method, touching and pressing those areas with his fingers would definitely produce a reaction. If she didn't move around... that would be a really difficult task. Zhao Siyan lacked confidence, but she still gritted her teeth and said firmly, "Brother Lang, please go ahead and do it. Siyan will try her best to bear it!"

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