35: Poker A makes a move

However, Ling Xian's soul power was incredibly strong; in a life-and-death crisis, he forcefully pushed it to its absolute limit!

Although he couldn't dodge completely in time, he twisted his body half an inch to the left in an instant!

"Swish!"

A silver light pierced through the upper part of Ling Xian's right chest!

It wasn't a bullet, but a specially made Triangular Armor-Piercing Needle!

The needle carried a terrifying rotational force and scorching heat!

It was poisoned—a composite toxin mixing neurotoxins and hemotoxins.

"Young Master!" Ling Wu and Wu Poshan's eyes nearly split from rage as they instantly unleashed their full auras.

Ling Wu pushed his strength as a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist to the limit, his pressure enveloping the surroundings as he lunged like lightning toward the direction of the attack.

Only Chi Taohua didn't move.

"This feeling is so familiar... It couldn't be, right?" Chi Taohua thought to herself.

With a roar, Wu Poshan's burly frame shielded Ling Xian.

In the distance, a dark figure flashed by and vanished into the night.

By the time Ling Wu gave chase, only a fading afterimage remained.

"Don't chase," Ling Xian's voice carried a hint of pain. "Leave here first."

He looked down at the wound, which was turning slightly black as blood trickled out.

The injury to his lung made breathing difficult, and the toxin was corroding his body.

Meanwhile, the Super Recovery within him was operating at an unprecedented speed.

The muscles around the wound writhed frantically to stop the bleeding; his powerful vitality countered the toxin's erosion while repairing his damaged internal organs.

As for the triangular needle, he used his muscles and inner energy to lock it firmly in place to prevent further damage.

Ling Wu sat in the rolls-royce Phantom, driving urgently. The car roared and surged forward, speeding away from the scene.

Inside the car, Ling Xian leaned against the seat, his face pale and cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He tore open his blood-stained clothes, staring at the hideous wound as he felt the struggle between the Super Recovery and the toxin in his body.

"What a formidable assassin... such perfect timing..." Ling Xian remained silent, yet a strong desire to recruit this assassin grew in his heart.

This was the person with the greatest combat talent Ling Xian had encountered in a long time.

Wu Poshan had great talent for martial arts cultivation, but this assassin truly gave Ling Xian a sense of crisis.

And this assassin definitely didn't have Fifth-Rank strength; otherwise, they wouldn't have fled upon encountering Ling Wu.

"Were they targeting me since the auction, or was it... Du Chenyang?

No, he doesn't have that kind of power.

Then it must be the assassin who only appears in the very late stages of Lin Feng's plot.

Their identity wasn't introduced in the original plot, but their weapons were bizarre and varied, capable of even assassinating a Grandmaster.

"It seems it's that mysterious assassin." Ling Xian quickly narrowed down the possibilities.

He had a feud with Lin Feng; how could the latter let it go so easily? There were no such coincidences in the world.

"Lin Feng... it seems you've really grown desperate, using even these hidden cards.

It must be your master's death that provoked you."

Ling Xian smiled, finding things increasingly interesting.

He wouldn't kill Lin Feng easily; instead, he would wait until he had plundered most of his opportunities, then tell him everything, plunge him into despair, and only then kill him.

This could be considered taking revenge for his future self as a villain.

His thoughts concluded, Ling Xian closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and fully guided his inner energy and Super Recovery.

He could feel that although the injury was severe and the toxin troublesome, they weren't fatal in the face of Super Recovery—an overpowered, freakish talent.

It just needed a bit of time.

"Boss, hang in there!" Wu Poshan's eyes were bloodshot; he wished he could tear that assassin to shreds right now.

He only hated his own weakness for allowing Young Master Ling to get hurt. If only he were stronger—strong enough that no one would dare act upon hearing his name.

Although the old Wu Poshan wanted to be a martial artist, he never had such a fierce martial heart to become strong.

Now, he did.

And in the future, Ling Xian would possess a terrifying right-hand man.

While driving, Ling Wu said in a chillingly somber voice, "Young Master, I have already mobilized the Hidden Guards to conduct a full investigation into the assassin..."

"Go back first and find the Living Dead to treat me." Ling Xian interrupted him, forcing a smile. "The game... is starting to get interesting, isn't it?"

[Ding! Successfully resisted the fatal attack from "Poker A" and demonstrated powerful vitality. villain points +1,000!]

[Ding! Lin Feng developed extreme killing intent toward the host and acted upon it. Triggered Hidden Crisis Action Mission. After completely resolving the assassin crisis, you will receive an additional reward!]

The system's notification cleared Ling Xian's head.

Although it was dangerous this time, the rewards were generous, even including a mysterious extra reward.

Returning to the villa, Ling Xian immediately sat on the sofa to rest with his eyes closed.

Meanwhile, Ling Wu forcibly brought the Living Dead over in bindings.

"What are you doing? What are you all doing?

I said before, I only take action once a month." The Living Dead, thinking it was a trivial matter, acted like a rogue.

But he didn't know how much Ling Wu valued Ling Xian's safety.

"Shut up! Treat my young master! One more word of complaint and you die!" The word "die" came from Ling Wu's mouth, thick with killing intent.

In that small space, ten Hidden Guards instantly appeared and surrounded the Living Dead.

Each of them had a cultivation level of at least the Third Rank or higher.

None of that mattered; the Living Dead was confident he could handle these Hidden Guards.

But... he actually sensed killing intent from a distance. He wasn't mistaken—it was a gun!

He had seen and felt the power of guns before; there was no mistake.

More than one... "Oh, look at this... Why use force? You should have told me it was Young Master Ling sooner! Hahaha..." The Living Dead forced a smile.

He felt that everyone in the Ling Family, from top to bottom, even the servants, were all lunatics.

The Living Dead observed for a moment and carefully removed the triangular needle, after which a shocking scene occurred.

Once the triangular needle was removed, Ling Xian's wound writhed frantically, healing itself without the need for any blood-stanching or healing medicine.

"A freak... this Ling Xian is a total freak.

As the great Living Dead, I've seen special physiques, but this is the first time I've encountered one so freakish," the Living Dead thought.

Then, he took out several Universal Detoxification Pills from a gourd he carried with him.

"Young Master Ling, your injuries aren't serious. Your subordinates were just overreacting. Just take some detoxification pills."

Ling Xian could tell the Living Dead was being sarcastic toward Ling Wu, but he chose not to criticize Ling Wu.

In his heart, while Ling Wu might not be as useful as the Living Dead, his importance definitely surpassed him.

"Stop the chatter. This is the blood lingzhi; Wu Yueyue's illness is in your hands now.

As for the remaining blood lingzhi, you can research it yourself.

But... my people are not for you to criticize!" Ling Xian gestured for Wu Poshan to bring out the blood lingzhi.

Seeing the beautifully arranged blood lingzhi in the wooden box, the Living Dead's eyes lit up.

"Haha, well said, Young Master Ling. It's my big mouth, my big mouth."

Who says the Ling Family are all lunatics?

Who says Ling Xian is a freak?

I, the Living Dead, don't agree. Ling Xian is a very good man.