Chapter 1353 - 1352: Awakening

Chapter 1353: Chapter 1352: Awakening

The vast sea, Fish-dragon Island.

In a small fishing village, inside a wooden house.

On the bed lay a young swordsman, and beside the bed, a girl in coarse clothes was attentively caring for him.

"It’s already been seven days, why haven’t you woken up yet?"

Little Butterfly wiped Ling Chen’s hands and feet with a handkerchief. It had been seven days since they had rescued Ling Chen from the sea, yet he remained in a coma, motionless, let alone regaining consciousness.

Even though she spoke thus, Ling Chen’s body remained still, like a rigid corpse.

"Sigh, you must wake up, or all my hard work these days will be in vain."

Little Butterfly sighed softly.

She placed the handkerchief into a basin of water and was about to leave when suddenly, Ling Chen’s hand moved slightly, causing her to return to her position at once.

After his arm moved, Ling Chen’s eyes slowly opened.

The room’s appearance gradually came into Ling Chen’s view, becoming clearer. Ling Chen struggled to sit up, glancing around with a slightly surprised expression, "Where is this place?"

"This is Fish-dragon Island."

Seeing that Ling Chen had finally awakened, Little Butterfly’s face lit up with a joyful expression, "When we found you, you’d likely been drifting at sea for over half a month. It was my father and I who saved you."

"Over half a month?"

Ling Chen’s expression shifted slightly. No wonder his head felt so heavy; he hadn’t expected to have been unconscious for such a long time.

Drifting at sea for over half a month without being eaten by fish was nothing short of a miracle. However, Ling Chen knew that it was likely due to the Water Dragon Orb.

Fish-dragon Island, what kind of place is this?

"Those three damned old dogs will pay in blood sooner or later."

Ling Chen punched the bed fiercely, his heart filled with anger. He hadn’t expected to be so pitifully handled by Saint Qian Yan and the others this time, nearly losing his life to them.

This grudge must be avenged.

"Cough, cough..."

Yet, just as Ling Chen’s anger surged, he began to cough violently, his body convulsing until Little Butterfly patted his back, gradually relieving him.

"Young brother, you should just lie down and rest."

At this moment, a white-haired middle-aged man entered the room, looking at Ling Chen with a regretful gaze, sighing lightly, "I just checked your body. It’s a mess inside. Most of your meridians are broken, and you have two fatal wounds, one in your heart region and one in your abdomen."

As he spoke, his expression turned peculiar. A normal person with these two fatal wounds would have long passed, yet Ling Chen survived, which was truly remarkable.

"Also, I have to tell you something unfortunate, your Dantian... has been shattered."

A hint of sympathy appeared in the white-haired man’s eyes, but he continued, "I’m afraid you won’t be able to cultivate anymore. I hope you can remain calm."

He knew Ling Chen was likely a martial arts genius, and such a significant blow could be unbearable mentally.

However, upon hearing this, there was not a hint of change in Ling Chen’s expression. Instead, he seemed as if he hadn’t heard, bowing to the white-haired man and Little Butterfly, "Thank you both for saving my life. I will repay this kindness tenfold in the future."

For an ordinary person, a shattered Dantian meant the end of cultivation, but not for a Saint. After condensing the Saint Body, as long as sufficient energy was available, any damaged area could be repaired, including the Dantian.

Thus, being forsaken of cultivation was simply not possible for Ling Chen.

The white-haired man thought Ling Chen was pretending to be okay despite the heavy blow, and sighed, bowing to Ling Chen as well, "No need to thank me, I never planned to save you. It was Little Butterfly, she insisted on bringing you back. You should thank her instead!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Chen turned to the girl in coarse clothes, his eyes slightly focused, "Good deeds bring rewards. Rest assured, Little Butterfly, you will receive unexpected returns for this act."

Puchi!

Hearing Ling Chen’s confident tone, Little Butterfly couldn’t help but laugh, "Alright, even in this state, you still make promises to others. Just concentrate on getting better. Recovering is the best return you can give us."

"My injuries are not a big deal."

Ling Chen shook his head.

The white-haired man disagreed, thinking a shattered Dantian and lost cultivation were no big deal what could be?

Yet, he admired Ling Chen’s composure, maintaining calm without a trace of panic in such a situation, which was commendable.

However, for Ling Chen, it was different. His injuries were severe, more so than any previous ones, but to him now, it was not a significant issue. Having condensed the Saint Body, recovering was a matter of time. The shattered Dantian, with eighty to ninety percent of True Qi dispersed, meant re-gathering True Qi would be somewhat troublesome.

"You should lie down and rest. We’ll get you something to eat."

With a sweet smile at Ling Chen, Little Butterfly and the white-haired man left the room, presumably to prepare food.

Once they left, a sharp gleam appeared in Ling Chen’s eyes, mixed with a hint of killing intent, "Those three old dogs probably wouldn’t expect that I’m still alive. Rest assured, your lives, I’ll surely reclaim each one."

With that, Ling Chen flipped his hand, taking out a bottle of top-grade healing pills from the Heavenly Mansion Ring, and swallowed three pills.

For him now, recovering his body was the priority.

As for the three of Saint Qian Yan, he would deal with them eventually, but not now.

The plan to go to Yingzhou remains unchanged, just delayed by a few days.

His current strength was not even half of his peak. Facing any Sky Apex Realm expert, he would easily be defeated. Going to Yingzhou now would likely result in being crushed by various Swordsmanship Schools.

Better to recover strength on Fish-dragon Island before heading to Yingzhou later.

With this thought, Ling Chen closed his eyes, the medicinal power in his abdomen gradually melting into a warm stream spreading through his limbs, while the faint True Qi within was slowly circulating under his guidance.