The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

The people in the room naturally couldn't just stand by and watch the two of them exchange flirtatious glances and meaningful looks.

Zuo Zimu had already seen through Zhong Ling's strength; she was nothing special, just a third-rate martial artist.

Duan Yu, on the other hand, didn't know any martial arts at all, so Zuo Zimu felt that they posed no threat whatsoever.

Therefore, he made a decisive move, waving his hand and giving an order to the few people standing to the side who were also third-rate martial artists:

"All of you, get them together! Grab this little girl too! Once we've caught them, I'm going to ask them who they are and how they dare to meddle in my business!"

Upon hearing the order, the men immediately brandished their weapons and charged menacingly towards Duan Yu and Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling's own strength was only at the third-rate level, but she had lived in Wanchou Valley for a long time and was protected by her father, Zhong Wanchou, which made her fearless.

At this moment, seeing several people attacking at the same time, she was not afraid at all. She reached into the cloth bag she carried on her back, took out the small and exquisite mink, and then threw it forward with force towards the people rushing over.

This little ferret is named Lightning Ferret, and it lives up to its name, moving as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of everyone.

Seeing the unidentified flying object approaching, the group was puzzled and hurriedly dodged to the side.

Fortunately, the group reacted quickly and successfully avoided the lightning weasel's attack.

However, Zuo Zimu, who was behind them, was not so lucky.

He happened to be standing in the path of the lightning weasel when it bit his arm hard.

This lightning weasel is not only incredibly fast, but it also carries a deadly venom.

After Zuo Zimu's arm was bitten, jet-black blood immediately seeped from the wound, making it clear to anyone that he had been poisoned.

After biting Zuo Zimu, the Lightning Sable darted and weaved through the crowd before bursting out and disappearing into the Wuliang Sword Sect's pavilion, completely disregarding the life and death of its master, Zhong Ling.

Upon seeing Zuo Zimu poisoned, the one-eyed member of the Divine Dragon Gang began to consider retreating.

After all, he was still somewhat wary of the current situation on the field.

Especially since he knew nothing about the origins of Zhong Ling and Duan Yu, he was unwilling to get involved easily.

"Old Zuo! Since you're already seriously injured, you should take care of the matter at hand first! As for our grudges, we can talk about them later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he led the disciples of the Divine Dragon Gang down the mountain without hesitation.

It wasn't that he didn't want to take advantage of the situation, but without understanding Duan Yu and Zhong Ling's background, he really didn't dare to act rashly.

After the Shenlong Gang left, everyone else in the room except Duan Yu and Zhong Ling was from the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Only now did they begin to show a hint of panic.

After all, everyone present was staring at the two of them with hostility, their eyes revealing ill intent.

Zuo Zimu, his right arm poisoned, had suffered an undeserved misfortune, and his mood was naturally terrible. He glared at Zhong Ling and the other man, and said sternly:

"Little girl, if you hand over the antidote, I'll let you go down the mountain. What do you say?"

Although Zuo Zimu was somewhat displeased, he saw that the two men were dressed in extraordinary clothes and must not be from ordinary families, so he still spoke politely.

"No! I left in a hurry this time and didn't bring the antidote with me at all."

However, Zhong Ling did not appreciate this gesture. Perhaps what she said was true, but at this moment she was already feeling fear, after all, the fierce and sharp gazes around her were not fake.

She simply didn't bring the antidote with her this time.

"Hmph! Since you refuse to be sensible and insist on drinking the penalty cup instead of offering a toast, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Upon hearing that Zhong Ling had no antidote, Zuo Zimu no longer had any concerns.

After all, he was already poisoned, and without an antidote, the consequences would be unpredictable.

If he were to die from the poison due to the lack of an antidote, why would he care about anything else then?

Since death is inevitable, there's no need to worry about anything afterward.

"Everyone, listen to my command! Attack together and capture them! I want to see if they'll still dare to be so stubborn and refuse to hand over the antidote after we've taken them down!"

At Zuo Zimu's command, everyone rushed forward.

When everyone saw that their sect leader had been poisoned, they were terrified and dared not hesitate for even a moment.

They immediately rushed forward in a swarm, shouting:

"We are determined to capture both of these villains!"

Duan Yu stood there, trembling, his face filled with terror.

He was originally an ordinary person who knew nothing about martial arts. Now, facing so many enemies, he was completely powerless to fight back and could only watch helplessly as he was captured.

Looking at Zhong Ling, although she was a third-rate martial artist, she was ultimately outnumbered.

Faced with the siege of so many people from the Wuliang Sword Sect, including many third-rate martial artists, she only put up a token resistance before being captured on the spot.

After the two were captured, Zuo Zimu immediately prepared to torture Zhong Ling to force her to reveal the whereabouts of the antidote.

After all, the spot where he was bitten by the lightning weasel had swelled up to the size of a thumb and turned a dark purple, as if the venom was spreading rapidly.

How could he not be extremely anxious when it concerned his own life and death?

At this moment, Ling Feng stood quietly on a large tree, taking in everything that was happening below.

He thought to himself:

"Hmm, it seems like it's time for me to step in. After all, appearing now would be perfect for a heroic rescue, and maybe even win the beauty's heart..."

Thinking of this, Ling Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

If you want to leave an indelible mark on someone's heart, the hero-saves-the-damsel scenario is often considered the best choice.

But there's a prerequisite—the hero who carries out this feat can't be too ugly.

Typically, if a hero is handsome and charming, then after he saves a beautiful woman from danger, the woman he rescued will most likely say in a soft, coquettish voice:

“Young master has shown me great kindness, and I have no way to repay you except by offering myself to you.”

However, if the hero is ugly, things might take a dramatic turn.

At this point, the woman would probably say:

"I have no way to repay your great kindness to me, young master. I can only repay this kindness by being your servant in my next life."

Ling Feng was quite confident in his appearance. He believed that he was handsome, dashing, and debonair, and therefore deserved the first kind of treatment, which was to receive the reward of a beautiful woman offering herself to him.

Just as Zuo Zimu was holding up a torch, preparing to question Zhong Ling, Ling Feng lightly touched a tree trunk and leaped into the crowd like a bird. At the same time, a majestic shout came from afar.

"stop!"

As the shout rang out, Zuo Zimu stopped what he was doing and turned to look warily in the direction from which the sound came.

A white figure sped towards them like an arrow.

Ling Feng was dressed in white, his robes fluttering, making him look like an immortal descending to earth.

In addition, the graceful nature of the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) further enhances its elegant and unrestrained demeanor.

At this moment, he seemed like a celestial being descended to earth from a fairyland, a sight to behold.

Zhong Ling was originally an innocent and carefree little girl. When she saw Ling Feng arrive in such a cool way, she couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.

She completely forgot that she was still in danger, her face full of surprise and admiration.

Duan Yu, standing to the side, was equally astonished. He watched Ling Feng stroll leisurely, as if this were not a dangerous place, but a tranquil and beautiful landscape. Ling Feng's composure and confidence filled Duan Yu with envy.

As for the many disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect, they were not as relaxed as Duan Yu and Zhong Ling at this time.

They stared at Ling Feng warily, secretly wondering what the uninvited guest's intentions were.

After all, they didn't know Ling Feng's identity, nor did they understand why he was stopping them from taking action.

In their view, Ling Feng's appearance was clearly tinged with hostility.

Just as everyone was lost in thought, Ling Feng had already floated into the crowd like a ghost.

His movements were light and graceful, as if unbound by gravity, giving people a mysterious and unpredictable feeling.

Although Zuo Zimu didn't know the mysterious visitor's purpose, and the visitor's strength was unfathomable, at this moment he had no choice but to muster his courage and ask:

"I am Zuo Zimu, the leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect. May I ask what brings you to our sect, young hero?"

This time, his tone was much more polite than before, for no other reason than that Zuo Zimu simply couldn't see through Ling Feng's true nature.

As for Ling Feng, although he would step in to rescue the two, he would not bully others just because he was highly skilled in martial arts.

After all, he still wants to make his way in the world in the future, and it would be very bad if he were to have a bad reputation.

So he immediately responded very politely:

"I just happened to be passing by and happened to see you about to torture the two women, so I took the liberty of interrupting you."

Hearing Ling Feng's humble words, Zuo Zimu couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

It should be noted that Ling Feng's agility and strength just now clearly far surpassed his own.

If Ling Feng takes a tough stance, Zuo Zimu probably won't know how to deal with it.

"Actually, it's not that I want to torture and interrogate them severely. It's just that I was bitten hard by this girl's pet! I just hope that this girl can have mercy and give me the antidote."

Hearing Zuo Zimu's slightly aggrieved words, Ling Feng couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at the part of his arm that had been bitten.

At this moment, the swollen, dark purple area had grown to the size of an egg.

Upon witnessing this scene, Ling Feng immediately turned to look at Zhong Ling standing to the side and asked in an extremely gentle tone:

“Young lady, as far as I can tell, you two don’t seem to know each other, and there shouldn’t be any grudges between you, right? In that case, why don’t you do him a favor and give him the antidote?”

Ling Feng's cool and arrogant entrance, like a whirlwind, had already left an indelible mark on Zhong Ling's heart.

At this moment, when he asked her in such a gentle tone, even the usually mischievous Zhong Ling couldn't help but show a shy demeanor befitting a well-bred young lady. She blushed, lowered her head, and softly replied:

"It's not that I don't want to give him the antidote, it's just that I left in such a hurry this time that I forgot to bring the antidote with me."

Although Ling Feng knew the truth of the matter, he had to pretend to know nothing at the moment, otherwise some things would be difficult to explain.

Therefore, after hearing Zhong Ling's explanation, he turned around, a rather troubled expression on his face, and looked at Zuo Zimu, asking:

"Sect Leader Zuo, what do you think we should do now? Given how things have developed, this young lady shouldn't be lying, right?"

"This……"

Zuo Zimu was already seven or eight parts convinced, after all, he had been the sect leader for many years, and his basic skill of reading people was naturally beyond him.

However, this matter concerned his own life and safety, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

He didn't want to die so young!

Just as Zuo Zimu was caught in a dilemma, Ling Feng offered a timely suggestion:

How about this?

Ling Feng smiled slightly, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, his eyes sparkling with confidence and composure.

“I will go with this young lady to get the medicine, and then I will bring it to you personally.”

"This ensures the safe delivery of the medication and saves time."

"Of course, if you're still worried, you can choose to bring some people with you to get the medicine. That way, you'll be absolutely safe."

Ling Feng's two suggestions did sound very reasonable; however, all of this was based solely on his immense strength.

If Ling Feng were like those other third-rate martial artists, with no outstanding abilities, do you think Zuo Zimu would still be so patient in nagging him?

They probably would have given him a good beating long ago!

After all, in this world where martial prowess reigns supreme and the strong prey on the weak, strength is the key to determining everything.

Only by possessing sufficient strength can one earn the respect and recognition of others;

Otherwise, they will be bullied by others and may not even be able to protect their own lives.