After all, Bai Yongzhi was third-rank Mahayana, once healed and back to peak, he’d be a real asset.
“Right!”
Bai Yongzhi caught the Golden Immortal Fruit, nodding, he knew his wounds and poor state needed urgent mending.
That left Lin Yun with one fruit.
Without hesitation, he ate it.
The fruit dissolved into a flood of energy, nourishing his meridians and body.
He sat cross-legged, digesting it.
His meridian damage repaired at a stunning pace.
Bai Yongzhi popped his fruit too, starting his recovery.
About twenty minutes later.
“Fully healed!”
Lin Yun’s eyes snapped open, gleaming.
With the fruit’s potent energy, his meridians were whole, the lingering lightning purged.
His robust self-healing kicked in, mopping up the rest.
His strength was back—full power!
Some fruit energy lingered, unrefined, but he had no time for that now.
“Full strength feels grand,” Lin Yun clenched a fist, a smile tugging his lips.
His second-rank Mahayana aura flared unchecked.
With power restored, no trouble could overwhelm him.
He noticed his reborn meridians were wider, smoother, tougher than before!
Even his body’s strength surpassed pre-injury levels!
A perk from the lightning sea’s forging!
“Big brother Lin Yun, your injuries are all gone?” Bailu asked, delighted.
“Yes, thanks to this fruit,” Lin Yun grinned.
“Brilliant! Uncle and the others said your wounds were hopeless, yet you’re fully back,” Bailu beamed.
Bai Yongzhi finished healing too, peak state restored via the fruit, even gaining a slight strength boost.
“Hero Lin Yun, recovering from such meridian damage, it’s beyond me,” he marveled.
“Senior Lin Yun, you’re healed, but still second-rank Mahayana? Against a first-turn Tribulation, we’re still outmatched,” Bai Tong fretted.
He’d hoped full recovery meant overwhelming power.
“Bai Tong, no defeatist talk,” Bai Yongzhi shot him a glare.
He turned to Lin Yun, “Lin Yun, with our injuries gone, let’s leave the ravine quick.”
Before, they’d feared ambushes in their weakened state.
Now healed, escape was urgent.
Bai Yongzhi and the youths had no stomach for facing a first-turn Tribulation foe.
“Fair, I’ll escort you out first,” Lin Yun said.
He still coveted the Fire-Repelling Spirit Grass, he’d see them off, then return unburdened, free to maneuver.
“Great, let’s go now!”
The Bai youths cheered, thrilled to ditch this nightmare.
They left the cave, Bai Yongzhi summoning the small airship.
Everyone boarded, speeding out of the ravine!
They’d walked in for training, now they fled by airship.
Aboard, mid-flight.
“It’s over! We’re nearly out!”
The Bai youths whooped.
This ordeal would scar them for life.
“This danger’s nothing, you lot need more tempering,” Lin Yun shook his head.
“Big brother Lin Yun, your experiences must be vast, huh?” Bailu asked, curious.
“Sort of,” he smiled.
From an Earth pauper to this, his journey defied their imagining.
“Trouble!”
Lin Yun’s face shifted.
A spatial lockdown pulsed, enveloping them!
“Tiansha Sect, no doubt!” he said.
“Ah! What now!” the Bai youths panicked.
Ahead, a group appeared.
Their leader, a grey-templed old man, exuded first-turn Tribulation aura!
“First-turn Tribulation!”
“Such… such a terrifying presence!”
The overwhelming realm pressed down on the Bai group and Bai Yongzhi, despair creeping in.
Lin Yun was just second-rank Mahayana, Bai Yongzhi third-rank, how could they match this? The gulf between Mahayana and Tribulation was infamous!
Bai Yongzhi paled, “Hero Lin Yun, facing a first-turn Tribulation, it’s near certain death…”
Bailu gripped Lin Yun’s sleeve, tense, “Big brother Lin Yun, it’s my fault, if I hadn’t dragged you here, you’d never face this.”
To her, Tribulation was godlike!
Lin Yun smiled, patting her shoulder, “It’s fine, things aren’t as dire as you think, I promise you and the Bai folks will get out safe!”
Bailu blinked.
Lin Yun was only second-rank Mahayana—how could he break through a Tribulation blockade?
Yet, she felt a quiet trust in this enigmatic man, he didn’t seem a liar!
Ahead.
The green-robed man Lin Yun had injured stood behind the old Tribulation Elder.
“Elder Yin, that’s him! He killed our Tiansha disciples!” he pointed, eyes venomous.
Elder Yin’s gaze locked on Lin Yun.
“You vermin dare slaughter my Tiansha Sect? If I don’t wipe you out today, where’s our honor?!” he thundered, fury etched on his face.
Losing a dozen disciples was a colossal disgrace!
His voice, laced with mighty inner energy, boomed like thunder, rattling the Bai youths’ eardrums, leaving them pale.
Even Bailu flinched, her delicate frame trembling, face white.
