407: Chapter 407 Escape

Han Jingyang actually had a way to save Li Mingjian; he carried most of his items with him in his storage bag and could take them out whenever needed.

Among them were quite a few items that could heal injuries, treat illnesses, and extend life.

However, he was unwilling to use them on Li Mingjian.

Although Li Mingjian was somewhat outstanding, Han Jingyang didn't like him.

This was because the kid had relied on his numbers and a sense of righteousness back in Xipo Village to pressure him, make him look bad, and even try to fight him.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him an enemy.

He wasn't going to indulge him.

So, he looked up at Monk Kongyun and asked, "What should we do with this person?"

He would leave the troubles he didn't want to deal with to others.

It was a classic move of shifting the trouble onto someone else.

Monk Kongyun pressed his palms together and said, "How about we leave him here for now? We can take him away after the battle is over."

Holy crap!

The monk was quite ruthless.

Talking about taking him back after the battle.

By the time the battle ended, Li Mingjian would definitely have breathed his last.

The fact that he wasn't dead yet was likely thanks to the murals inside the statue, rather than Li Mingjian's own strength or vitality.

In Li Mingjian's current state, he could last twenty minutes at most; there was no way he'd survive past that.

Well, it was also possible the monk knew Li Mingjian was his enemy and said that on purpose just to avoid offending him.

However, he truly didn't want Li Mingjian to die just like that.

Fine, he'd keep him hanging on for now.

Han Jingyang sighed, took out a small pottery jar, placed it next to Li Mingjian, and activated the jar's attributes.

In the next second, a faint white Qi enveloped Li Mingjian.

Like sweet rain after a long drought.

Li Mingjian was like a parched plot of land, his cracked soil frantically absorbing the external nectar.

In just a few seconds, Li Mingjian's physical condition improved significantly, a change visible to the naked eye.

Like branches on the first day of spring.

In winter, the tips of tree branches are hard and dry, no different from kindling.

But the branches that were dry just the day before would become soft or even turn green on the day spring began.

Li Mingjian's transformation was even more obvious than that.

It could be called miraculous.

Witnessing this scene, Monk Kongyun sighed, "They say Mr. Han has various methods, and it's true. This effect is immediate; it's too miraculous."

Han Jingyang scoffed, "It's not like you haven't seen things more miraculous than this. Oh, wait, you haven't, but your master has."

"Yes, my master is still talking about it even now. He says your methods are extraordinarily miraculous, possessing the ability to change the world, alter fate, and reverse life and death. He told me to be good friends with you."

"I didn't see you putting much heart into it. You asked me to help you fight but were reluctant to bring out anything good, trying to fool me with a knockoff."

"Hey, I really wasn't trying to fool you. I truly didn't know that thing was a knockoff; I always thought it was a rare treasure."

"Forget it, let's not talk about that. Get ready to go. Let's find Liu Cheng and Huang Jianshe, catch those two first, and then move to the next step."

"I'll follow your lead."

Han Jingyang nodded and stood up to leave.

Li Mingjian?

He had already done what he could and fulfilled his obligations. The rest had nothing to do with him, whether Li Mingjian lived or died.

If he could survive, it was because Li Mingjian was lucky and blessed.

If he couldn't, it was because Li Mingjian lacked fortune; he couldn't blame anyone else.

At Liu Cheng's house.

Liu Cheng and Huang Jianshe looked at each other.

After a moment, Huang Jianshe asked dejectedly, "What do we do now? Those things were completely wiped out, and those that didn't die don't dare get close to Han Jingyang. We've become blind. Now we only know Han Jingyang and the others went to Chaotian Temple, but we don't know anything else."

Liu Cheng punched the coffee table hatefully, "That man Han is going too far!"

"Don't say those things now. Think of a way."

"Let's go."

"Huh?"

"Otherwise? Wait for death?"

"Is there still time? That Han Jingyang has Tracking spells. Back then, my brother was tracked by him all the way here."

"We still have to go. If we go, there's still a chance to live. If we don't, we'll definitely die."

"Go?"

"Go!"

Liu Cheng and Huang Jianshe exchanged a look and stood up to leave, each carrying a small handbag, showing no regret.

But as soon as they stepped out the door, they went their separate ways.

One went west, the other south.

Once they reached a point where they couldn't see each other, they almost simultaneously changed directions.

Huang Jianshe slipped into a small grove, took out a large blue-and-white porcelain plate, and began to cast a spell with hand signs and incantations. After a long time, he finished, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and snorted, "Liu, you want to screw over your Lord Huang? No way."

Liu Cheng did something similar, slipping directly into an abandoned old house. He lit incense and candles before a pre-prepared altar and knelt in worship. His expression was extremely pious, and his posture was complex and ancient, carrying a strong Qin and Han style.

A long while later, the ceremony ended. Liu Cheng quietly turned and left. However, he didn't leave the village. Instead, he headed straight for a small hill near the boundary with Dongpo Village. Once there, he took advantage of a moment when no one was looking to dig up some loose soil, lifted a board, and disappeared into the revealed tunnel.

At Chaotian Temple.

The three of them, including Han Jingyang, left behind the recovering Li Mingjian and moved toward Liu Cheng's house.

Liu Cheng's home address was no secret. Han Jingyang had already looked it up, along with other personal information like his parents, wife, son, and daughters.

Liu Cheng's parents had already passed away. His son was an adult and had settled in another city, and his two daughters were also away at university. Only the old couple remained at home.

His social circle was also relatively simple, consisting only of the people in the village. Moreover, he hadn't left Xipo Village for many years. Except for occasional trips to Quancheng, he hadn't been anywhere further. He hadn't even personally attended his son's settlement or his daughters' university starts. In the eyes of others, he was just a stubborn old farmer who couldn't handle big occasions.

When they arrived at Liu Cheng's house, it was quiet.

Monk Kongyun was about to knock.

Han Jingyang pulled him back, "Do you think you're here to beg for alms? Why are you knocking?"

He gestured toward the temple with a tilt of his head.

The temple figure jumped directly over the wall and came back a moment later, shaking his head.

Shaking his head?

No one?

Or something else?

Han Jingyang kicked the door directly.

"Thud—"

The door panel split open at the impact.

The three of them rushed inside, heading straight for the house.

Looking at the steaming food on the coffee table and the wine in the glasses, Han Jingyang wasn't disappointed. Instead, he was even more excited, "They just escaped, so they definitely haven't gone far. Two people, it must be Liu Cheng and Huang Jianshe."

Monk Kongyun, however, was very disappointed, "They didn't escape earlier or later, but chose to flee now. They clearly prepared an escape route in advance, and might even have anti-Tracking measures. This time... I'm afraid we won't be completely successful."

Han Jingyang shook his head, "No, they can't escape. Besides, I don't think they're really willing to give up everything here. You should know that with their abilities, they could live much better lives. Villas and luxury cars would be nothing to them. Yet, they've lived lives worse than ordinary people for decades. What for? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they're after something big, right? Since they're after something big, how could they hurriedly abandon everything and run away? If it were you, would you escape so cleanly?"

Monk Kongyun hesitated for a moment and then shook his head.

Han Jingyang continued, "And I feel that what's going on here is far more than just Liu Cheng and the brothers Huang Jianshe and Huang Jianyong. I suspect..."