<h4>Chapter 1453: Chapter 1761: Cripple (3)</h4>


    "Although Su Cheng’en’s strength is formidable, his body cannot withstand the intensity. Once the body works at high intensity for a long time, signs of copse will appear. Today, Su Cheng’en experienced such a situation, giving me the chance to turn the tables. Otherwise, it is likely Ling Chen would have been killed by Su He."


    Ling Gengqiu said, "This proves that though Su Cheng’en’s strength is intimidating, he has considerable instability. As long as we know his weakness, we can exploit it in the future."


    "Ancestor, you are wise and capable. Is there truly no way for Ling Chen?" Ling Kun asked, his eyes full of hope.


    Ling Gengqiu smiled faintly and was about to speak when a sudden sound of hurried footsteps came from outside. The two turned to see Tong Zhentian walking briskly toward them.


    "Elder Tong," Ling Kun quickly stood and greeted him, "Elder Tong, what brings you here sote?"


    "Did you bring the item?" Even before Tong Zhentian replied, Ling Gengqiu interjected.


    "Brought it." With those words, Tong Zhentian pulled out a small box from his pocket and handed it to Ling Gengqiu.


    "Ancestor, what is this?" Ling Kun asked curiously.


    Ling Gengqiu stood and said, "Whether Ling Chen can recover depends entirely on this." Without waiting for Ling Kun to ask more, Ling Gengqiu gestured to Tong Zhentian, "Let’s go."


    Watching the backs of Ling Gengqiu and Tong Zhentian gradually fade, Ling Kun hesitated but ultimately did not follow. Since the ancestor said so, he just had to wait.


    After leaving the hospital, Tong Zhentian invited Ling Gengqiu into the car, then instructed the driver to head to the branch of the Dragon Tiger Hall. Along the way, Tong Zhentian kept sneaking nces at Ling Gengqiu, with a strong sense of curiosity in his eyes.


    "You’ve been looking for so long, still not enough?" Ling Gengqiu stated calmly.


    Being caught, even at his age, Tong Zhentian felt slightly embarrassed, and heughed awkwardly, "Elder Ling..."


    "Don’t you find that title awkward?" Ling Gengqiu turned his head to Tong Zhentian, "Where do I look old to you?"


    Tong Zhentian was momentarily speechless. Indeed, Ling Gengqiu appeared to be middle-aged, and addressing him as ’Elder Ling’ truly seemed inappropriate.


    Originally, Tong Zhentian thought the title ’Elder Ling’ was awkward. However, the aura Ling Gengqiu gave off was that of an elder.


    Seeing Tong Zhentian’s silent look, Ling Gengqiu smiled, "I look much younger than you, just call me Ling, you’re getting a great bargain."


    "Alright, Ling." Tong Zhentian agreed readily.


    After a pause, Tong Zhentian asked curiously, "Ling, what method do you have to save Ling Chen?"


    "You’re a martial artist too, have you ever heard of the concept of destruction before rebirth?"


    "Destruction before rebirth?" Tong Zhentian muttered to himself, his face suddenly showing a shocked expression, "Ling, does this situation truly exist? I thought it was merely a saying, not real."


    "Destruction before rebirth indeed exists, but through the years, many things have been lost in martial arts." Ling Gengqiu said, "It is an opportunity we’re looking for, and Ling Chen’s cultivation of the Prajnaparamita Sutra matches this opportunity well. Now with the help of the Nine Elements Pill, we can forcibly create this opportunity for him. However, whether it seeds is another matter entirely. Many factors are involved, and no one can assure sess."


    Tong Zhentian nodded and said, "As long as there is hope, miracles can happen."


    The car arrived at the branch of the Dragon Tiger Hall as they spoke.


    "Ling, do you need anything prepared?"


    "No rush, arrange a quiet room for me; I need to study this Nine Elements Pill closely."


    "Alright, no problem."


    Soon, the room was prepared. Once inside, Ling Gengqiu seemed to detach from the world, not stepping out for two whole days and nights.


    Over those two days, Ling Cheny on the hospital bed, personally cared for by Yang Qingling. Though Ling Chen’s body was recovering rapidly, the injuries were too severe; not only was his Dantian damaged, but multiple bones were fractured, rendering him nearly incapacitated. So, even with fast recovery, he couldn’t get up in a short time.


    After two days of rest, while Ling Chen couldn’t get up yet, his spirits were fairly good; at least he could chat with everyone.


    "Mom, stop feeding me cabbage porridge every day, make some meat for me," Ling Chenined.


    "The doctors advised that given your current condition, you must avoid greasy foods."


    Ling Chen appeared frustrated; with his mother present, he had lost all his rights.


    "Oh! Mom, where is the ancestor? Haven’t seen him these two days."


    "I don’t know; your dad said he and Elder Tong seemed to have gone somewhere. Are you looking for him? Want me to call your dad?"


    "No need, it’s nothing urgent, no reason to make him run around. Mom, my body is recovering well enough; you don’t need to stay here all day, go home and rest for a few days."


    "How could I? You’re my son; I can’t entrust your care to others." Yang Qingling smiled, "If you don’t want me to care for you, Wanqing is in Beijing, shall I have here?"


    "No, mom, please don’t call her; I don’t want her to see me like this."


    "You rascal care about others’ feelings now, yet why not consider mine as your mother? You have everything now, why get involved in such dangerous affairs? Is living an ordinary life not good enough?"