The person who fell from the void turbulence was naturally Ling Fan.
His physical injuries were terrifyingly severe, with cracks crisscrossing his body like he could shatter into pieces at any moment.
If his Nirvana Tribulation Body had not reached the sub-kalpa level, possessing immense vitality and unparalleled physical fortitude, he would have been annihilated by Dao Yi's finger, his spirit and form utterly destroyed, even if he had hidden within the Samsara Divine Cauldron.
Ling Fan lay on the ground like this.
It wasn't that he didn't want to move.
It was simply that his injuries were too serious, making it difficult even to wiggle a finger.
"Fortunately, the spiritual energy level in the Heavenly Realm is countless times higher than in the Nine Splendor Realm, and the spiritual energy is extremely dense. I'll first absorb as much Heavenly Realm spiritual energy as possible to regain some mobility."
Ling Fan suddenly circulated his Nirvana Tribulation Body.
Instantly, countless black hole vortices appeared around his body, and streams of Heavenly Realm spiritual energy, like tiny spiritual dragons, were drawn in, rushing madly into his body.
Three days and three nights passed like this.
Ling Fan finally felt a small portion of strength return to his depleted body.
However, his injuries had not improved in the slightest.
A terrifying destructive force still lingered within his body, stubbornly remaining on the cracks, preventing his body from healing.
This was an incredibly formidable Dao injury.
Anyone else would have died a thousand times over by now.
It was only because Ling Fan had cultivated the earth-shattering, peerless body-refining secret art of the Nirvana Tribulation Body, and had opened up a heaven and earth, that he could barely withstand this Dao injury.
Just as Ling Fan was preparing to get up.
Suddenly.
The sound of breaking wind and the chatter of young men and women echoed from a distance.
"Everyone, speed up! I can sense the source of the abnormal spiritual energy fluctuation is not far ahead."
"What treasure do you think it is? Could it be an Emperor-grade treasure emerging! If we can bring it back, our Qingcheng Sect will be incredibly fortunate. Our ancestor will surely reward us handsomely, perhaps even help us advance our cultivation to the Saint King level!"
"Don't let your guard down, what if it's not a treasure but some kind of danger!"
Swish, swish, swish!
Seven or eight young men and women riding tall sacred beasts emerged from the forest.
Each of them wore the green sect attire of their sect, and their auras were profound and powerful. The weakest was at the sixth stage of the Manifestation Realm, and three of them were even at the eighth stage of the Manifestation Realm.
They immediately spotted Ling Fan.
"Damn, it's not a treasure, it's a dead man!"
"What rotten luck. I thought today was going to be a lucky day with the magpies chirping, but all we found was a corpse, and it's in such a terrible state."
Some of the young disciples of the Qingcheng Sect exclaimed in disappointment.
"No!"
A powerful disciple at the eighth stage of the Manifestation Realm said with great solemnity, "This is no ordinary corpse. This could very well be an Emperor's corpse! Otherwise, with such terrifying injuries, an ordinary person would have long since turned to dust, and there wouldn't be a corpse left."
"What, an Emperor's corpse? We're rich!"
Their eyes immediately lit up, emitting a scorching green glow.
"Don't be rash, this senior is still alive!"
Just then.
A young woman in blue walked up to Ling Fan, felt his breath with her finger, and quickly said, "Quick, let's take this senior back to the Qingcheng Sect and ask our ancestor to help him."
"Aunt Lan, aren't you being a bit too meddlesome? Look at how badly he's injured. He might not last an hour. What's the point of saving him or not?"
A male disciple of the Qingcheng Sect grumbled with dissatisfaction.
The other disciples clearly agreed with him and were unwilling to move.
"How can you stand by and watch someone die!"
Seeing that they were unwilling to help, Lan Gu decided to act herself, preparing to help Ling Fan up.
"Why is his body so heavy, like a mountain!"
Lan Gu was extremely surprised.
She was at the seventh stage of the Manifestation Realm, possessing the strength to easily lift hundreds of thousands or even millions of pounds, yet she found it very difficult to move the person before her.
"You are very good, and you will be rewarded accordingly."
Just then.
Suddenly, Lan Gu felt her hand lighten.
It turned out that the person had stood up on his own.
"Whoosh!"
Immediately, not only Lan Gu but also the other disciples of the Qingcheng Sect were startled.
They felt an astonishing pressure emanating from Ling Fan.
"Senior, may I ask your name?"
Lan Gu asked respectfully.
"My name is Ling Fan. I am from another great state. While traveling through this state, I suddenly encountered a powerful enemy who severely injured me, causing me to end up here. You are called the Qingcheng Sect, correct? Very well, I will make your Qingcheng Sect the most powerful force in this region."
Ling Fan said calmly.
"Hmph, he's about to die, and he's still boasting!" The other disciples of the Qingcheng Sect sneered in their hearts.
"What a shame. If he were a corpse, we would have struck it rich! But he's still alive, which is a bit troublesome." They exchanged glances, seeing the ulterior motives in each other's eyes.
"With his injuries, his combat power is definitely less than a tenth. If we join forces, we might be able to... What do you think! Then, by refining the Emperor Dao origin within his body together, we can all gain infinite benefits!" The few young disciples communicated secretly using the Qingcheng Sect's secret techniques.
"Don't rush. A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. No Emperor realm expert is simple. Once he enters the Qingcheng Sect, he won't be able to escape!"
"Senior Brother Zhang, your insight is profound!"
With their wicked intentions, they followed behind.
It was as if they were monitoring Ling Fan, preventing him from escaping midway.
Ling Fan heard everything they said, word for word. How could the secret techniques of a mere small sect hide from him?
However, Ling Fan did not expose them for now.
Soon.
The group, riding sacred beasts, arrived at a mountain gate.
Two ancient characters, Qingcheng, were carved on the mountain gate.
"Senior, let me take you to meet the powerful elders of our Qingcheng Sect. They will surely welcome your esteemed presence." Lan Gu said respectfully to Ling Fan.
"No need. Take me to where you live, and then have them come to see me." Ling Fan waved his hand.
"Ah?!"
Lan Gu was stunned for a moment.
In her eyes, the elders and the sect master of the Qingcheng Sect were all high and mighty invincible powerhouses, with supreme status. Now, Ling Fan was turning the tables, demanding that these high-ranking figures lower themselves to see him. How could this not shock Lan Gu?
However, seeing Ling Fan's irrefutable expression, she swallowed her words.
"Senior, this is my private courtyard. Please rest well. Here are a few Heavenly Pills, which I had prepared for myself to break through to the Saint King realm. Your injuries are too severe, please take them first."
Lan Gu led Ling Fan to her private courtyard.
As she spoke, a blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks.
After all, this was her boudoir, and she had never brought another man in before.
Ling Fan nodded and waved his hand, signaling Lan Gu to leave.