Mercenaries in Two Worlds

Just as Zhang Qian was unconscious, three people arrived from the sky.

A burly man with a full beard jumped down from the sky first, shouting, "Blood Sect remnants, prepare to die!" Grabbing a pair of Hunyuan hammers, he smashed them directly at the Yin-Yang Mosquito without saying a word. Sensing the threat of death, the mosquito screeched and flapped its wings rapidly, abandoning Zhang Qian, who was about to be captured, and desperately fled.

The burly man with stubble had a cold look in his eyes and kept a close pursuit.

At this moment, Ci Yan was terrified. He didn't know who this big man was. He was none other than Xiao Moyun, the city lord of Jianwei City, who hated evil all his life. It seemed that he had just walked into the line of fire. He thought to himself that he was doomed.

Puzzled, he wondered why Sword Guard City was supposed to be too busy dealing with the beast tide to care about this place.

Seeing that the horizon had become a dot and the speed of the Yin-Yang Monster Mosquito had completely surpassed that of the Yuan Dan Realm, he suddenly realized something.

"Qian Ye..." He only realized then that he was just a pawn, and everything was Qian Ye's scheme. He just didn't understand why. The Three Swords Mercenary Group and the Mercenary Center had always been on the same side. Was it all just for this mosquito?

There was no time to ask. An old man in green robes raised his dragon-headed cane and, without saying a word, with the aura of the Harmony Realm, forced Ci Yan to retreat step by step. Before he could even say his last words, he was smashed into pieces by a single blow.

It's pitiful that someone who stood at the pinnacle of Featherfall City was so easily killed; everything happened so unbelievably.

A gaunt middle-aged man following behind him was alarmed rather than pleased by the old man in blue's ferocity. He hurriedly said, "Old Chen, please show mercy! The city lord must live!"

"Hmph, remnants of the Blood Sect, we can't let them live a moment longer." The old man was still irritable, and with an invincible aura, he wiped out the remaining people as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. The only grandson of the old servant in blue was killed by the remnants of the Blood Sect, so he hated them to the bone and did not care about the city lord's orders at all.

He snorted coldly. The old man in blue put away his cane; the dragon-headed cane was completely unstained by blood.

Turning around, she saw the gaunt man's gaze lingering on Ye Mei's full breasts and snow-white thighs, which were soaked with sweat. She snorted coldly, "I don't care how many demon sect girls you've harmed, but if you dare to lay a finger on an innocent girl, I'll kill you too."

The gaunt man looked embarrassed. "No, no." Although the beauty before him was alluring, he still had some principles, considering himself a righteous person. However, when faced with such a beauty, he wished he were a wicked person, able to do whatever he wanted.

He quickly shook his head, looked away, and dared not let his mind wander. He knew Old Chen's temper; he might really cripple him with a cane.

When Zhang Qian slowly awoke, his entire body felt as if it had been smashed a thousand times with a giant iron hammer; waves of excruciating pain erupted from his very bones, causing him to cry out in agony.

"Zhang Qian, Zhang Qian!" The remaining members of the Three Swords Mercenary Group gathered around, watching Zhang Qian nervously.

Wang San's right sleeve was fluttering lightly, already broken. He was holding Wangcai in his left arm, and a little gray dog ​​was perched on his head.

"Woof woof~" "Chirp chirp~" The two little beasts barked happily when they saw Zhang Qian wake up.

"I...I'm not dead?" Zhang Qian asked weakly, looking at the ceiling above the bed. Everything seemed so real, as if he had truly survived a catastrophe.

Ye Mei's face was pale. When she saw Zhang Qian wake up, tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed, "He's not dead, we're all alive." Unable to control her emotions, she covered her face and went out the door.

"What's there to cry about, Ye Mei? I'm not dead, am I?" Zhang Qian forced a sarcastic remark despite the excruciating pain.

Seeing that everyone's faces still lacked smiles, a chill ran down her spine, as if she had anticipated something. Her voice was hoarse as she asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Yi looked extremely uncomfortable, with a pained expression. "It's alright, it's alright. You've been unconscious for almost half a month. Just rest well, you'll get better."

If he still didn't understand that, then Zhang Qian felt ashamed of all the idol dramas he'd watched. He smiled wryly and said, "Am I useless? After taking so many pills, it's normal to be useless."

Everyone's expression darkened. Wang Yi scratched his head, unsure how to begin, "The City Lord of Sword Guard City said your meridians are shattered and your dantian is broken, it's possible..."

"Maybe I'll be bedridden for the rest of my life?" Zhang Qian suddenly felt short of breath, as if death would be preferable, and his eyes instantly dimmed. But wanting to maintain his last shred of dignity in front of everyone, he forced a smile, "Haha, then I'll have to rely on you all to take care of me from now on. I just need to lie in bed all day."

Wang Er patted his chest and said with great loyalty, "Don't worry, Zhang Qian, I'll take care of you for the rest of my life."

"Get lost." Xia Yun kicked him away and said, "My master will arrive today and take you to the Pill Tower. Those old monsters will definitely have a way."

Zhang Qian wasn't sure if Xia Yun was comforting him or if she genuinely had a solution, but seeing the confident look in his eyes, he felt a little more at ease and sighed softly, "You guys go out first, I want to be alone."

After everyone left, Zhang Qian quietly gazed at the sunlight streaming in through the window, reaching out to touch it, but his body felt nothing at all. "Heh~" he chuckled bitterly, deciding to stop thinking about it and close his eyes to rest.

"Brother Zhang, wake up." After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Qian vaguely heard Hong Yunyi's voice.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was indeed Hong Yunyi and Xia Yun, the master and disciple.

"Master, you've arrived." Zhang Qian, without even realizing it, addressed him as "Master." Now was the perfect time to curry favor; otherwise, he'd be a cripple.

Hong Yunyi was clearly taken aback, and Xia Yun next to him also curled her lips.

"Haha, haha," Hong Yunyi didn't know what to say for a moment, and laughed awkwardly for a while before saying, "Okay, okay, Xia Yun said you are very talented, and I am very happy to have taken you as my disciple."

Zhang Qian chose to ignore his insincere expression.

"Come, let me see your injuries." Hong Yunyi avoided the awkward topic and gently placed his hand on Zhang Qian's pulse.

Alchemists are usually doctors or poison masters, and Hong Yunyi's achievements in medicine are no less than those in alchemy.

His expression shifted from pity to shock, then to regret, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he wore a resolute look.

Zhang Qian's mood was like a rollercoaster. Damn, he couldn't tell at all what Hong Yunyi had discovered; his expression changed too quickly.

Hong Yunyi sighed softly, a sigh that nearly made Zhang Qian's heart jump out of his chest.

"I can no longer be your master." After a long pause, Hong Yunyi finally uttered these words.

"What?" Zhang Qian exclaimed, his mood plummeting into an abyss, cold and gloomy.