Lin Feng listened to the old lady speak without saying a word. He understood from what she said that her son had been struck by a mithril bullet and been poisoned. The son required a devilâs snare in order to be cured, exactly as Ling Tian needed before.
According to the doctor that had treated Ling Tian before, a person could only survive for seven days after being infected by mithril. After seven days the person would gradually die, and this was only considering cultivators. Normal humans would die even faster than cultivators would.
Naturally the stronger the cultivator the longer they could survive. But since Ling Tian was too weak he was at a higher risk of dying.
Ling Tian was infected by the mithril for five days before Lin Feng brought the devilâs snare and cured him, letting Ling Tian recover without many side effects.
âBro Feng, didnât you go to Tianheng mountains in order to find one of those devilâs snare flowers? Ling Tian only needed half of the flower, so you should have half of it left.â
Lin Feng hadnât said anything before Dong Wu drunkenly slurred. Dong Wu didnât drink and suddenly drinking such potent alcohol caused him to become drunk and spill the beans in response to the old ladyâs words.
Lin Feng frowned when he heard Dong Wuâs voice. It was true that he held half a devilâs snare flower in his apocalypse watch, but he didnât know this old lady. Lin Feng didnât really want to just give away the devilâs snare.
Lin Feng had risked his life in order to obtain the devilâs snare and encountered terrible dangers in order to gain it. If the two monsters in the mountains hadnât killed each other, then it would probably have been Lin Feng that had died in the mountains.
Lin Feng didnât know who this old lady was, and although she had a sad story how could he just give away the item that he obtained only after incredible effort. The devilâs snare was incredibly rare and difficult to find. Lin Feng wanted to hold onto this one in case of emergency, then instead of looking for another he would have one on hand.
Since he had entered the apocalypse, Lin Feng had wanted to help some of the poverty stricken people. But having seen the zombies and corpses everyday and those that were suffering, it wasnât that he didnât want to help, but that he wouldnât be able to help everyone that he came across.
âYoung man, is it true that you have the flower that can heal my sonâs injuries?â
The old ladyâs expression turned around into a happy expression when she heard Dong Wuâs words and rushed over to Lin Fengâs side, speaking quickly.
âFor this old woman I beseech you to help my son, could you please give me that flower young man? I heard from the base that my son is getting worse by the day, and without aid I wonât be able to see him before he dies. I couldnât bare it if my son died before I did, ah. Please young man, I beseech you.â
The old lady didnât dare to grab Lin Feng by his collar and instead begged him while gripping the corner of his shirt with her hands.
âŚâŚâŚâŚ
In a villa in the center of Dongshan base.
âWhat? Old Si (four) was injured by a fifth class cultivator! Are you trying to make a joke?â
Feng Yi (one) sat in his chair and frowned when he heard the report from his subordinate.
âNo boss, we got to leader Si right before he fell unconscious and he told us that it was a fifth class cultivator that had injured him before he fell unconscious. We couldnât make a definite diagnosis of leader Siâs current condition at the time, so we are brought him back and reported to you only when we made it back.â
Before Feng Yi stood a middle aged man that spoke respectfully.
âI wanted to speak with him for so long, no wonder he didnât return my communications. What is the current condition of Old Si?â
Feng Yi frowned as he asked a man dressed in black clothes.
âHis wound is similar to one received from an arrow or bolt, which means that the wound is not large and fortunately the wound wasnât in a fatal location. According to the medical experts here at the base, leader Si should recover soon.â
The man in black had took some time to think about his answer and left after being waved away by Feng Yi.
âIt seems that Old Siâs wounds are not bad, but this is still my fault. If I had sent someone else with Old Si to the mountains then this wouldnât have happened. I canât tell if it is good or not that two of the leaders are out of commision instead of dead.â
Feng Yi spoke to himself as he paced around the room.
âYou donât have to worry too much big bro, and we still have two important things to do. We still have to find a devilâs snare in order to heal fifth bro. I told the hospital to do everything it could to help him and extend how long we have. But fifth bro is a seventh class cultivator, so he isnât in immediate danger, but we need to hurry.â
Feng Er and Feng San (two and three) were sitting on some of the sofas in the room, and when they saw that Feng Yi was getting concerned, Feng San stood up to comfort Feng Yi.
âOur second concern is finding the one that injured fourth bro, as itâs impossible for a normal fifth class cultivator to have injured him. We are still clearing out the zombies that formed during the apocalypse rain, so well will have to be careful about leaving the base for now. What we can do is check the hospital and the surrounding hospitals, as the only people who would have gone after the devilâs snare would also have someone that needed to cure mithril toxin.â
Thinking quickly, Feng San spoke his thoughts aloud.
Feng Er took over that line of thought and continued to speak.
âIt is impossible for fourth bro to have been injured by a normal crossbow, the weapon used to hurt him must be a seventh class cultivatorâs weapon, something incredible. Not only do we have to find the assailant, but the weapon he was using as well.â
âŚâŚâŚâŚ
The old lady was still in front of Lin Feng and staring at him, making him feel a little helpless. Lin Feng glanced at Dong Wu off to the side and was thinking about the trouble that Dong Wu had given with his drunken rabble.
Young man, I know what you have is very valuable. This old woman doesnât lots of money and Iâm sure that youâre not lacking for money, so I would like to give this to you in exchange.
Seeing Lin Feng who was in a difficult situation, the old lady understood that the item she was asking for shouldnât be something simple. So she took something out of her apocalypse watch and placed it on the table in front of Lin Feng.
It was a wooden medal, but Lin Feng couldnât tell what kind of wood from the pattern. He could tell that the medal was old and very attractive.
The most prominent feature of the medal was a large character carved in the center that spelled âä¸â or East. The character was beautifully carved and even without the knowledge, Lin Feng knew that this medal was carved by hand. The level of detail and beauty was definitely something that couldnât be milled on a machine.
Lin Feng didnât know what use the medal had, but seeing the look of reluctance on the face of the old lady, he knew that this was an item of absolute importance to her.
âSect master, if you still have the devilâs snare with you, you should give it to grandma.â
Lin Feng didnât know what this medal represented, but that didnât mean that Qian Zongguan didnât know.
Before Lin Feng could say anything, Qian Zongguan came over and suggested that Lin Feng give up the devilâs snare when he saw the item on the table. Qian Zongguan spoke quickly and hinted with his eyes towards Lin Feng.