Ling Zhenfei increasingly failed to discern the purpose of these two individuals. If they were here to trouble him, that truly would be problematic, especially since he was injured and hardly in a condition to confront two individuals at the Zhiyi state.

"Enough talk, what do you want?"

The tall, thin man chuckled and said, "We are just here for a very simple task that we need your help with."

"What matter, is there someone sick who wants my treatment?" Since Ling Zhenfei was a Divine Doctor, the only likely reason they would need his assistance seemed to be medical.

"Of course not, we are Spiritual Cultivators, in excellent health, and don't need your medical services."

"Then what do you want?" Ling Zhenfei was indeed puzzled.

"Quite simple, we want to invite you to visit our home," said the short fatty, appearing amiable.

"Visit your home?" Ling Zhenfei hesitated, wondering why he would visit without any reason, especially since he didn't know them.

"Where is your home, and how do I get there?"

The tall, thin man replied, "Our home is not in the Capital City, but in the west, at Qiulian Mountain. Do you know of it? The scenery there is beautiful and most suitable for someone like Mr. Ling to engage in tranquil cultivation."

The mention of Qiulian Mountain suddenly made it clear to Ling Zhenfei—there was no genuine invitation to visit. Snake Head and Hu Tou were both from Qiulian Mountain, and because of the incident at the Imperial Palace Club, they had already become hostile towards Ling Zhenfei. Any suggestion of a visit was mere pretense.

"Snake Head and Hu Tou must also be from Qiulian Mountain, right? Just say what you want, why beat around the bush?"

Although Ling Zhenfei said this, he was extremely shocked inside. Since his opponents were associated with Snake Head and Hu Tou, an unavoidable great battle was imminent.

The short fatty's expression darkened as he spoke softly, "Indeed, we have other motives; we want the Breakthrough Pill."

Ling Zhenfei laughed. He knew it was about the Breakthrough Pill. From Hu Tou and Snake Head's activities in Binyang to their appearances at the Linghu Fengyun Auction House in the Provincial City, and now the arrival of these two experts—it was all for the Breakthrough Pill.

"You can have the Breakthrough Pill, but are you paying cash or trading something for it?" Ling Zhenfei couldn't just give them the elixir for free.

The short fatty said, "Mr. Ling, you are already injured. Do you still think you can negotiate with us? Hand over the Breakthrough Pill, and we will spare your life."

Ling Zhenfei laughed again, "If you kill me, you still won't be able to get the Breakthrough Pill, will you?"

"If you don't listen to us, we wouldn't hesitate to kill you, haven't you heard the saying, 'What we can't have, no one else can have either'?" the short fatty stated coldly.

"You know the price of the Breakthrough Pill. Expecting to get it without payment isn't how business works." Ling Zhenfei could suffer a loss, but he wasn't the type to be threatened. Trying to use his injuries to intimidate him was not something he would tolerate.

"Young man, are you seeking death? When we brothers ask you for something, it means we respect you," the short fatty obviously had a short temper.

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Sorry, I don't need your respect; as long as I respect myself, that's enough."

The expressions of the slim and the stout men were clearly unhappy, even the previously amiable tall, thin man seemed angry now.

"Kid, I really want to know where you get your confidence from. We are both at the Zhiyi level and you've been severely injured. If we really start fighting, you would be at a disadvantage."

"Do you think I'd be scared just because I'm injured? Sorry, you're wrong about me. I'm the type who would rather break than bend, and when it comes to a fight, it's still uncertain whose deer will die." Ling Zhenfei said calmly.

Of course, Ling Zhenfei understood that he was seriously injured now. If a fight really broke out, he had no chance of winning, so his Divine Sense was constantly searching in the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow, trying to find some Spiritual Medicine that might help him.

"Big brother, stop wasting words on this kid. Let's capture him and take him to Qiulian Mountain. Under severe torture, everything will be up to us," the Short Fatty said, anger evident in his tone.

As he spoke, the Short Fatty took two steps towards Ling Zhenfei, his intentions quite clear.

The two men, one tall and thin, the other short and fat, might not look impressive, but they exactly embodied the term 'extraordinary talent'. Such people are often more formidable and difficult to handle.

Ling Zhenfei was prepared, even though he was seriously injured. If necessary, he would still use the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists, even at the risk of getting hurt.

"Kid, I'll show you the real power of the Zhiyi state." As the Short Fatty spoke, he made his move. Despite his bulky size, his movements were astonishingly fast.

In the blink of an eye, he had appeared in front of Ling Zhenfei and threw a punch straight at his chest.

Ling Zhenfei was surprised by his speed, which was even faster than his own. Fortunately, he had already predicted the trajectory of the punch and easily dodged it.

But then the skill of Short Fatty became apparent. His punches suddenly sped up, one following another, each faster than the last, eventually turning into a blur of phantom-like punches.

Ling Zhenfei was shocked but could only keep throwing punches to block, exchanging blows with Short Fatty, and barely keeping up with his pace.

At that moment, the tall skinny man stepped in. He moved behind Ling Zhenfei and lightly swung his palm towards Ling's back.

This palm strike, in stark contrast to Short Fatty's, was very slow, but it was filled with devastating changes and powerful spiritual energy. Ling Zhenfei quickly dodged, but he could only manage so much at once and was struck in the back by Short Fatty, sending him stumbling back several steps.

Already injured, Ling Zhenfei nearly spat out blood from the internal turmoil caused by Short Fatty's punch.

"Kid, you're just too weak. I suggest you surrender. We aren't going to kill you, just use you to make some Breakthrough Pills," said the tall man coldly.

"Being taken to Qiulian Mountain, locked up for you to make elixirs, I'd rather be dead." Ling Zhenfei certainly didn't want to become someone else's tool.

"You're really tough-talking, kid. Let me see if I can beat you until you kneel and beg for mercy," Short Fatty said, then charged at Ling Zhenfei.

His Cultivation Technique must be similar to that of Snake Head, enabling him to move much faster than ordinary people. His rapid movements formed almost a residual image as he punched at Ling Zhenfei.

While still in midair, he threw over a dozen punches, each infused with piercing spiritual energy. If they hit Ling Zhenfei, he would hardly be able to fight back.

Amidst his surprise, Ling Zhenfei swiftly circulated the spiritual energy within his body and countered with the first punch of the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists.

The power of the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists was formidable; his punch instantly neutralized the Short Fatty's barrage of punches.

And that wasn't all. Ling Zhenfei's left-hand fingers flicked, unleashing the Sky Piercing Finger towards Short Fatty.

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