224: Chapter 224 Lei Wanjun on His Deathbed

When Chen Moxuan followed that mature woman into Lei Wanjun's ward, the sight before him made his heart ache suddenly.

Recalling when he first broke into Lei Wanjun's territory, Chen Moxuan had noticed a few more wrinkles of age on Lei Wanjun's face, but his every movement still exuded an extraordinary elegance.

But the Lei Wanjun appearing before Chen Moxuan now was a completely different person from the one in his memory.

His body was covered in a dense network of tubes for delivering nutrient solutions; his breathing was heavy and weak, intermittent, as if it might stop at any second.

His once pitch-black, flowing long hair had vanished completely, leaving only a few sparse strands of white hair circling the top of his head.

His face was covered in a crisscross of wrinkles, like a piece of dried and withered rotten wood.

If it weren't for Chen Moxuan's keen perception of aura, allowing him to be one hundred percent certain that the aura emanating from this person belonged to Lei Wanjun...

...he would never have believed that a Martial Dao Profound Saint who looked down upon the martial arts world could be this dying old man before him.

"Sister Lan! What's going on? I just saw him yesterday, how did he suddenly become like this?"

Song Xin asked the mature woman urgently, her face full of disbelief.

In her memory, yesterday's Lei Wanjun was like a robust old man in his sixties or seventies, a far cry from the dying person before her.

"I'm not sure either..."

The woman called Sister Lan shook her head slowly, her expression solemn and her voice carrying a hint of helplessness.

"The Authority I possess can heal any injury that isn't immediately fatal. Even for someone whose life is nearing its end, I can use this Authority to extend their lifespan for a long time."

"At first, he was indeed constantly aging... but under my treatment, the speed of aging had slowed significantly."

"But just yesterday, no matter how much vitality I injected into his body using my Authority, it would dissipate immediately, completely unable to be absorbed by him at all."

"Judging by the remaining vitality in his body, I'm afraid at most... he can only hold on for another three hours..."

"Sister Lan, is there really nothing even you can do?"

Song Xin felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing down on her heart.

She was the one who had brought Chen Moxuan and Lei Wanjun here.

Along the way, Song Xin had developed a great deal of respect for this powerful and steady-spoken old gentleman.

They had encountered several attacks from elite Transcendent squads, all of which Lei Wanjun had helped her repel.

It could be said that Song Xin's ability to escape the battlefield and return to the headquarters was almost entirely thanks to Lei Wanjun.

However, Lei Wanjun had several internal injuries that never improved, and ever since their first meeting, Song Xin had clearly felt that he seemed to grow older with each passing day.

So, upon arriving here, Song Xin immediately brought Lei Wanjun to Sister Lan.

Sister Lan was the one with the most comprehensive healing Authority among the few members of the Madman Society who possessed such powers.

Her Authority involved directly injecting vitality into the injured; no matter how severe the injury, under the nourishment of such vast vitality, they could recover quickly.

Under the healing of Sister Lan's Authority, Lei Wanjun's internal injuries had indeed recovered rapidly.

But Lei Wanjun's body continued to age day by day.

Although the speed of aging was much slower than before, it still progressed steadily.

Over the past month, Song Xin had witnessed the massive change in Lei Wanjun's appearance with her own eyes.

From the middle-aged appearance of someone in their forties or fifties with a strong voice when they first met, he had rapidly turned into the robust old man in his sixties or seventies he was yesterday.

Song Xin's previous behavior was simply because she didn't know how to explain it to Chen Moxuan, thinking she should let him be mentally prepared so he wouldn't be too shocked when the time came.

After all, the root cause of the aging hidden deep within Lei Wanjun's body had never been eradicated.

If it continued like this, the day would inevitably come when he would age into a frail old man in his twilight years.

But Song Xin hadn't expected this day to come so suddenly.

The Lei Wanjun she saw today was a completely different person from yesterday, making it difficult for her to accept for a moment.

Amidst a daze, Lei Wanjun seemed to catch a familiar voice.

His shriveled lips, like a dried-up riverbed, twitched with difficulty and slowly opened, emitting a voice as thin as a thread:

"Little Song... you're here."

Song Xin quickly replied softly:

"Mr. Lei, not just me, Chen Moxuan is here too."

"He... is awake?"

Lei Wanjun's originally groggy consciousness seemed to be lit up by a spark; hearing this, he suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of cloudiness, and there was only a blurred, hazy scene before him.

He tremblingly reached his hand upward, wanting to identify the visitor through touch, but the movement was slow and weak.

Seeing this, Chen Moxuan hurried forward and tightly grasped Lei Wanjun's skeletal hand, asking in a low voice:

"How did you end up like this?"

The moment his hand touched Lei Wanjun's, Chen Moxuan felt the terrible state of Lei Wanjun's body even more clearly.

His Meridians were like dried and cracked riverbeds, completely shriveled; his True Qi had dissipated, and his vital energy and blood were pathetically weak, not even comparable to a young person who had never stepped into the path of martial arts.

Feeling the aura from the palm, Lei Wanjun's clouded eyes narrowed slightly, and he said weakly:

"Xiao Lan, Little Song, I have some things I want to say to Chen Moxuan."

Sister Lan and Song Xin looked at each other, then slowly withdrew from the room and closed the door.

After they walked out, Lei Wanjun tremblingly raised his hand again, fumbling laboriously on his person.

Finally, he slowly pulled a small, exquisite bag from his breast.

He handed the bag to Chen Moxuan, his breath weak but carrying an unquestionable solemnity:

"This is a qiankun bag crafted from Boundary Stones. Inside... are my lifelong Martial Arts Techniques and the natural treasures I've accumulated over the years."

"They will be of great benefit to your future cultivation. Take it."

Chen Moxuan's brows furrowed as he said in a low voice:

"What do you mean by this?"

"You just need to tell me how this situation can be saved. It's too early to leave your last words."