Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

Seeing this, Zhu Bufan finally breathed a sigh of relief. His whole body relaxed, no longer having enough energy to stand. If it weren't for the dangers that abound on this icy plain, Zhu Bufan really wanted to just faint.

Looking at the Fierce Bear lying on the ground, Zhu Bufan did not continue to approach to end its life. Not to mention he currently lacked the strength to do so, even if he had the strength, he could not afford to waste more time; his injuries simply did not permit it.

Casting a glance at the Fierce Bear, Zhu Bufan no longer hesitated. Dragging his faltering steps, he searched for a hidden spot to heal his wounds.

Fortunately, Zhu Bufan practiced the Cold Ice Technique. In this icy plain, finding a temporary shelter was relatively easy. After walking about two miles, he turned past a mountain depression and hid himself in the deepest part of a crevasse in the ice.

Sitting upright, Zhu Bufan clasped his hands into a mysterious cultivation gesture, immediately drawing in the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, slowly guiding the Qi into his body to mend his damaged frame.

Physical pain didn't bother Zhu Bufan much, but the emptiness inside him made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"This time, I really was careless!"

Zhu Bufan solemnly cautioned himself. With his capabilities, even if he couldn't confront the Fierce Bear directly, he could have managed by relying on the movement technique he had recently mastered.

But his mistake was underestimating the Fierce Bear's strength, or rather his lack of experience in facing an adversary. When the Fierce Bear's strength surged unexpectedly, he was momentarily flustered and thus got hit.

Driving his Inner Qi through the blocked meridians was torturous; as the Qi progressed, it felt like a plow tearing through his meridians — a pain unimaginable to one who hasn't experienced it.

It took Zhu Bufan two whole days to clear all his meridians, reconstructing a complete Circulation within his body.

Although the Circulation was reestablished, Zhu Bufan's injuries had worsened. One should know that clearing the meridians was only a small part of the healing, and in fact, for Zhu Bufan's internal injuries, it even had some drawbacks.

Because the pain from clearing the meridians would inevitably cause the muscles across his body to tremble from endurance, his internal injuries were likely to worsen.

Such severe injuries, if on someone else, might not be fatal but would definitely require lying in bed for over half a year. Moreover, returning to previous physical condition would be nearly impossible.

But for Zhu Bufan, the situation wasn't so dire. He practiced the Hanhai Tide Skill, purportedly a top-tier Body Refinement Technique, inherently capable of repairing physical injuries.

Of course, this method required a substantial amount of Inner Qi to support it.

After familiarizing himself with this Cultivation Technique mentally, Zhu Bufan began again.

These days, he had been using the herbs he carried to suppress the outbreak of his injuries. Now, the things he carried, apart from the Gold Notes and Silver Notes unusable on the icy plains, consisted mostly of various medicinal herbs and dry food.

Once he began using this method to heal, the long-suppressed injuries erupted all at once — more fiercely than before.

Zhu Bufan felt a sweetness in his throat, and a large mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out. Yet his facial expression remained unchanged, as if the blood he spit had nothing to do with him.

After expelling this stagnant blood, Zhu Bufan's face showed a bizarre flush — a sure sign of his injuries flaring up.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the discomfort throughout his body, Zhu Bufan began to operate the Hanhai Tide Skill to heal.

Once he activated the Hanhai Tide Skill, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, which was originally close to Zhu Bufan, turned into homing swallows, pouring into his body through his every pore.

Susu...

Instantly, Zhu Bufan felt as if countless ants were crawling over his body, feeling very strange — a mix of numbness, itchiness, and soreness, with an underlying sense of relief.

Mixing all these sensations together, the experience was not something the average person could endure.

Luckily, this strange and unbearable sensation did not last long. Thanks to Zhu Bufan's iron-willed fortitude, he endured it peacefully.

Once he endured these bizarre sensations, Zhu Bufan felt a sudden lightness in his body; numerous cold streams surged into his limbs, as refreshing as a clear spring in the fierce summer, washing over Zhu Bufan's injuries, each flush alleviating his injuries a little.

However, pleasant as this feeling was, the amount of Inner Qi it consumed was terrifying. Zhu Bufan keenly felt the massive consumption of Inner Qi around his body, turning into cleansing streams flowing within.

Half a quarter of an hour, the robust Eighth Rank Inner Qi, but to transform into these cleansing streams, it did not even last half a quarter of an hour — truly alarming!

"What in the world are these cool airflows that they can produce such miraculous effects?" The Qi that consumed so much of Zhu Bufan's Inner Qi to form these streams must certainly not be ordinary.

The sudden appearance of the Hanhai Tide Skill was already puzzling for Zhu Bufan, who felt an indescribable sense within his heart, especially its ability to attract Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, which highlighted its precious nature. However, the Hanhai Tide Skill has always been low-profile, showing only its frightening results in Body Refinement, and Zhu Bufan hadn't directly gained much aid from it.

But this Sudden Enlightenment allowed Zhu Bufan to inadvertently gain many things, some of which even he wasn't clear about.

And the sudden additional healing technique didn't feel awkward to Zhu Bufan at all; the moment he pondered how to heal, the technique naturally appeared in his mind.

It was as though he had known it all along, and now, thinking about it, it only emerged after the Sudden Enlightenment.

With his Inner Qi completely depleted, Zhu Bufan immediately started Cultivation, then transformed it into a clear stream to continue healing.

Zhu Bufan repeated this process, slowly healing and cultivating in the deep crevices of the ice.

Unbeknownst to Zhu Bufan, by hiding in the crevice to heal, he had temporarily evaded a lethal disaster.

Zhou Yuheng, along with a bald man and the Scarred Brothers, left the Tanqiu Domain. Led by Scarface, they pursued Zhu Bufan.

"Boss, this is the place!" They reached the site where Zhu Bufan and his group had encountered the Snow Wolves, and Scarface stopped. "Heh heh, the boss's Soul-binding Incense is really not bad, who knew such a small distance could actually attract Snow Wolves!"

"Of course, the Soul-binding Incense was a reward from the young miss last time; it's worth more than gold, how could its effects be bad?" declared the bald man as if it were obvious.

Zhou Yuheng had deep thoughts and was meticulous in his actions; he stepped forward and with a billow of his long robe, created two Gale forces from nowhere, lifting the snow from the ground.

Seeing Zhou Yuheng's action, the bald man's eyes flashed with understanding, and he nodded, then produced a strong Palm Gale just like Zhou Yuheng.

"What are you guys doing?" Scarface, confused by their mysterious actions, asked.

"Stop talking nonsense, just follow what we do!" the bald man fiercely glared at him, scaring Scarface into silence, who then began to imitate the other two.

With the combined effort of the three, a wide expanse of snow was quickly cleared.

"This is…" Upon seeing the clear footprints and various other marks on the snow surface, including bloodstains, Scarface's eyes widened in astonishment; he hadn't expected so much to lie beneath the snow.

"The snow, when subjected to force, will freeze and form ice-block-like entities. Since a battle took place here, naturally various footprints remained. From these traces, we can deduce a lot of information!" The bald man said, his eyes flickering as he observed the various marks on the ground.

"That kid has a fast movement technique!" Looking at the line of footprints mingled among the chaotic Snow Wolf prints, with great distances between each footprint, Zhou Yuheng couldn't help but slightly narrow his eyes.

"Elder Yuheng, what do you think?" the bald man inquired, turning towards Zhou Yuheng. After all, Zhou Yuheng possessed the strength of the Late Stage Tenth Rank, his perception and knowledge were incomparable.

"It seems this kid has really hidden himself deep!" Zhou Yuheng spoke softly. "Originally, I was surprised when I heard that this kid had concealed his martial prowess for over ten years without revealing anything, but it seems that wasn't all there was to him!"

"Elder, what do you mean?" the bald man asked, his expression grave.

"Look, the distances between these footprints are nearly five meters, and the footprints are no deeper than an inch, almost leaving no trace. It shows that this kid's speed is quite astonishing. I estimate… his strength isn't Fifth Rank as tested, but should be around Seventh Rank!" Zhou Yuheng said solemnly.

"What? Seventh Rank!" The bald man and Scarface exchanged shocked looks. They had often seen thirteen-year-olds with Fifth Rank strength, a Ninth Rank Martial Artist at thirteen was already considered a genius, but a thirteen-year-old Seventh Rank expert was extremely rare, a genius among geniuses.

"That kid? Really?" Scarface was doubtful.

As both of them had only reached Eighth Rank through strenuous cultivation to high realms, advancing further became increasingly difficult. Yet, if Zhu Bufan was truly Seventh Rank, then he had concealed it exceptionally well.

The bald man looked deeply at Zhou Yuheng; he understood Zhou Yuheng's character well. If there wasn't a high degree of certainty, this cunning old fox would definitely adhere to the principle of misfortune coming from the mouth and wouldn't speak carelessly.

"Seventh Rank, Zhengde young master relied on a massive amount of Elixirs, and only recently broke through to Seventh Rank. Could this kid's talent actually surpass that of young master Zhengde?" the bald man thought secretly.

"So it seems, the likelihood of this kid escaping is pretty high!" Zhou Yuheng continued.

"Seventh Rank! Truly impressive! Humph, even Miss Mengjie didn't expect this! What deep scheming!" the bald man said harshly.

"We pursue; unless we find this kid's corpse, I absolutely won't believe he's already dead! Even if only a skeleton remains, I must find him!" the bald man stated firmly.

"Let's go!"