You?” Jiang Chen thought this person looked familiar, but couldn’t remember his name.
“I’m Ouyang Ping of the Sunchaser dukedom. Brother Jiang Chen, I’ve searched for you all over this level. Fatty Xuan and Hubing Yue have formed a team with a pack of heirs and got into a conflict with some other heirs. They’ve taken quite a beating. I’m friends with Fatty Xuan and with my strength, couldn’t help at all, so I’ve come out frantically looking for you.”
In his memories, this Ouyang Ping seemed to really have a bit of a friendship with Fatty Xuan.
“Where are they? Lead on!”
Fatty Xuan and Hubing Yue were Jiang Chen’s only best friends. He was unable to sit idly by and ignore any matters that pertained to them.
At the same time, he felt that it was odd. With Hubing Yue’s strength, who else could threaten him apart from the heirs of the four great dukes?
“Can it be the heirs of the four great dukes?”
Ouyang Ping led the way as Jiang Chen followed behind, but he didn’t ask further questions. It had already been no easy feat for this Ouyang Ping to come bring him this message.
After roughly fifteen minutes, the two threaded past a patch of marshland, with a patch of thorns and thistles in front.
“They’re right past this area of thorns and thistles.”
Jiang Chen nodded, “Lead the way.”
After passing the thorns and thistles, they arrived at an expansive grassland. The surroundings were all made up of sinister, shiny, slippery, and wet crag walls. The jagged, oddly shaped rocks ahead appeared exceedingly sinister.
“Brother Jiang Chen, just up ahead.”
Jiang Chen nodded and suddenly asked, “Ouyang Ping, how many meridians true qi are you now again?”
“Heh heh, my prospects aren’t as good, I’m only at six meridians true qi, pretty much the same as Fatty Xuan.”
“Oh!” Jiang Chen mused upon something and nodded.
“Brother Chen, you’ve finally come!”
Jiang Chen followed the sound of the voice and saw Fatty Xuan sit dejectedly against a rocky wall. His face was pale and his breathing heavy. He seemed to have suffered injuries.
Hubing Yue wasn’t that well off either. He sat cross legged beside Fatty Xuan, and revealed a trace of joy upon seeing Jiang Chen’s arrival.
“Fatty, what’s going on?” Jiang Chen frowned. “You’re hurt?”
Fatty Xuan cursed dispiritedly, “It’s Yan Yiming and those bastards. Damn it, he bullied us because he had strength in numbers. It was a good thing that I, fatty, have thick skin and flesh.”
“Are you heavily injured?” Jiang Chen took out two Heavenly Karma Pills.
“A bit of an internal injury. Good thing I broke through to six meridians true qi or I may not have been able to withstand it.” Fatty complained.
Jiang Chen’s arm halted vaguely in thin air, but he still flicked his fingers, sending the two pills over. “This is the newest healing panacea refined by the Hall of Healing.”
“Brother Chen is the best!”
Fatty Xuan was wreathed in smiles.