Ling Zhenfei had no time to be surprised when he saw the two men who had just been handcuffed; their handcuffs were now opened, and they were looking at him with smiling faces.

It was at this moment that Ling Zhenfei finally understood that these assassins must have known his realm and strength were much higher than theirs, so they had devised such a complex assassination plan. Ling Zhenfei admitted he had indeed been fooled.

By then, the whole truth was clear. The two policemen making phone calls had actually been impersonated by assassins. When Zhang Ying and Tu Gang appeared, Ling Zhenfei was on full alert, but when the two assassins appeared, he let down his guard towards Zhang Ying and Tu Gang. What truly made Ling Zhenfei drop his suspicions was when the second wave of assassins admitted to being fake policemen—he completely lowered his guard, and that was when he fell for the assassination plot. It was really quite sneaky.

At that moment, six people had Ling Zhenfei surrounded, looking at him as if he were prey, with very terrifying expressions.

"How does it feel, the punch I hit you with just now? It must have been unpleasant. We prepared so much just for that punch. I originally thought one punch would be enough to leave you half-dead. It's really unexpected that your realm is so high; you even managed to dodge the fatal blow. But even so, you must have been seriously injured."

Tu Gang, who had been silent until then, suddenly spoke up with a cold smile on his face, clearly very confident in his punching technique.

At this moment, Ling Zhenfei could indeed feel the damage from the punch; his bones were definitely broken, perhaps even shattered, and his internal organs had been impacted. His blood was roiling within him, and if he hadn't been forcefully suppressing it with his spiritual power, he might have already coughed up blood.

"I really didn't expect that you would go through so much trouble for me, playing police officers and assassins alike. Have you achieved your goal now? Do you think this will be enough to kill me?" Ling Zhenfei struggled to mobilize his spiritual power, directing it towards the injured area to at least prevent the shattered bones from moving, which would give him a chance to fight back.

"Ling Zhenfei, even if you were made of iron, with such serious injuries, your strength will be greatly reduced. It shouldn't be difficult for the few of us to take you down," Zhang Ying said, eyeing Ling Zhenfei with great confidence.

"Your plans are well thought out. I am in the Zhiyi state, a realm much higher than yours. Even though I am injured, it will cost you to capture me, and definitely, one of you will die at my hands." Ling Zhenfei scanned the six people around him; he knew they were wary of his strength. They were still unsure how much strength he had left, and the more confidently he spoke, the more afraid they became.

"Everyone, don't be scared by him. This kid is all bark and no bite now. Anyone hit by my punch, Tu Gang, won't escape with their life; they'd at least be severely maimed. We don't even need all six of us; just one or two of us would be enough to finish him off," Tu Gang said confidently, looking at Ling Zhenfei.

It seemed that Tu Gang had a relatively high status among these people; they all seemed to trust him. With Tu Gang saying this, they immediately became eager to fight, brandishing their daggers and moving their feet, ready to pounce at any moment.

Ling Zhenfei was very anxious; his injuries were indeed severe. The fractured bones limited his movement, while the churning blood within restricted his output of spiritual power. If these people really rushed him all at once, Ling Zhenfei truly wouldn't be able to hold out for long, but what could he do at such a moment?

If Ling Zhenfei wanted to stay alive, there were only two methods available to him. The first was to delay time. As a master of the Zhiyi Realm, his injuries weren't that severe. If given a bit more time, the wounds would heal rapidly under the influence of spiritual power. Although he might not be able to defeat six people working together afterward, escaping would not be a problem.

The other method would be to convince them to attack him one by one. In that case, he might still have a chance to fight. But now, both possibilities seemed unrealistic. Judging by their demeanor, these six individuals evidently intended to attack him all at once. If that were to happen, it would likely be more bad luck than good.

"Wait a minute, can I ask a question?" Ling Zhenfei wanted to delay for a little bit more time.

"I'm sorry, Ling Zhenfei, we're not a charity. No matter what question you ask, we won't answer it. You might as well give up," Zhang Ying said with a sneer, viewing Ling Zhenfei as a dead man in her eyes.

"Why are you all in such a rush? Look at me, I'm so badly injured that I'm as good as dead. A dying man's small question before his last breath – don't you want to answer that?" Ling Zhenfei was fighting for every second.

In reality, Ling Zhenfei had a purpose in doing this; he knew that no matter what measure he took, he couldn't delay for much longer. To others, his death might be certain, but Ling Zhenfei was different. He possessed Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow, within which were countless treasures and endless Spiritual Medicine. As long as he could find an item that suited him, the situation at hand would resolve as easily as cutting through butter.

Although he seemed to be talking with Zhang Ying and the others, Ling Zhenfei's Divine Sense was already searching within the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow for something useable. However, even the most profound Secret Manuscripts were useless now, and without spiritual power, the fiercest Northern Spiritual Energy was nothing but scrap metal. What could truly aid him were those Spiritual Medicines that could instantly boost his spiritual power and temporarily defeat these people.

"Alright, Ling Zhenfei, ask your question if you must, but we make no promises to answer. Letting you speak your question is merely the last act of humanity on our part," Zhang Ying said with a chuckle, twirling her hair with one hand, showing little concern for Ling Zhenfei.

The others also looked at him with grins, pausing in their actions. They had the sense of playing a cat-and-mouse game; after all, Ling Zhenfei was as good as dead, so they were in no rush to torment him a bit further.

"What I want to ask you is, just how valuable do you think I am for you to go through all this trouble to kill me?"

As he spoke, Ling Zhenfei continued his frantic search within the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow. There were indeed quite a few Spiritual Medicines that could instantly improve spiritual power, but since medicine has its side effects, these Spiritual Medicines had to be refined with certain others to eliminate their negative effects and could not be taken directly. The side effects of doing so were unknown to him, some being potentially highly toxic.

Suddenly, Ling Zhenfei was attracted to two types of herbs within the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow. One of the herbs was called the Riming Flower, the medical texts stated that this herb grew in places where spiritual power was dense, blooming only once a day. When it blossomed, it could be harvested for use and its medicinal effect contained a vast amount of Northern Spiritual Energy, capable of supplementing the consumer's spiritual power in a short period.

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