Chapter 930: Can You Help Me?

An entire day passed by. Yun Yang woke up from his long meditation and gingerly tried to cultivate, only to find that his meridians were cleared and smooth-flowing; while his organs still ached as mystical Qi flowed through them, he was generally fine. Most of his injuries were alleviated.

In spite of this, there were many blockages across his organs when he carefully examined his insides. Those were caused by bruises and clotted blood. This was still the case despite cultivating the Endless Divine Art for a full day as well as having Emmie pour the air of vitality into him. It was evident how serious the injuries he had sustained were.

Taking in a deep breath, a gush of mystical Qi came charging against the tide and washed through Yun Yang's meridians. A faint roar could be heard around his abdomen area before he spat out a bright crimson blood clot. Yun Yang then panted once again, his breathing finally slowing down after some time.

This was his mystical Qi pushing through where it was blocked, an action that was accompanied by a sharp, slicing pain. It was fortunate that such a feeling was only momentous and he felt light and easy almost immediately.

As his breathing recovered to the usual pace, Yun Yang could not help sighing in relief. He stood up slowly to stretch, his bones cracking loud enough to greet his ears.

He was about to leave, but goosebumps began to rack his body as he stood dumbfounded.

There was a voice that emerged from behind his back. It was simply petrifying.

"Young man, are you going to leave just like that?"

Yun Yang's heart almost sprang out of his mouth, as it skipped several beats.

When he had landed here yesterday, his deific sense was in a terrible mess. He had opted to take shelter in this secluded pit under the valley, depending on his last string of consciousness before he completely passed out and handed his fate to God.

However, he clearly remembered that there was no hint of any human presence here. He had rested and healed himself here for a whole night, feeling that he was the sole existing being in the vicinity, only to have somebody speak up just before he left - was it not a stretch of mountain wall behind him?

Yun Yang turned around, following the voice and indeed, a stretch of wall came into view. There was only the spot where he had sat that sank in around five feet but it was still a solid mountain wall.

"Who are you?" Yun Yang asked facing the wall.

The voice sighed but did not reply promptly. Yun Yang strained his ears and was certain that the voice did come from within the rocky surface. Suddenly, he began to doubt himself - had the rock come alive? - You're reading on.Tks!

"Me? I'm a... very unlucky man..." answered the voice.

Yun Yang spoke carefully, "May I ask where you are now and what do you wish to do, speaking up now for me to stay put?"

"I'm right in front of you..." sighed the voice, "You don't have to overthink things - I have no ill intentions. I've been on guard for you the whole night yesterday. There wasn't even an insect that passed by when you cultivated and healed yourself throughout the entire time. How else would this happen while this place is rather hidden?"

"I see. Thank you for your kindness. Still, how dare insects come close when high-level cultivators like us cultivate?"

The voice chuckled and replied, "Your cultivation method is mystical and magical, your severe injuries have almost recovered within a day - I know it's amazing. But it's also a fact that you were less than alert last night. I've kept you company for the night. This should be irrefutable, should it not?"

"Once again, I thank you for your kindness. What's your intention, still, for speaking up and halting my departure?" asked Yun Yang.

"Our meeting is fate, keeping an eye out for you is only a convenience. It's only an act of kindness, nothing else. However, for this old man to stop you, I'd like you, my young friend, to help me with something. Will you agree to it?"

"Help? What help, if I may ask?"

The voice spoke distantly, "If you help me, young friend, this old man owes you a favor and I shall repay you favorably in the future."

"I still don't know if I'm able to help. I know that I'm available, but I dare not make promises recklessly!"

Yun Yang would not simply agree to requests, his tone thick with implied rejection. The Bound of Universe connected to heaven's will. Each word and each action could possibly trigger an act of divine intervention. If he had agreed to it without much thought and this fellow was to trick him, would he not become the joke of the century?

Having experienced Little Fatty, Shi Wuchen, and Feng Guohai's excellent eloquence after this long period of time, Yun Yang had long understood that one must not simply speak lest one be ridden with consequences.

Besides, he did not even know who this person was. Nobody would agree to be a helping hand right after they had just met!

"What I ask from you, young friend, is very easy. You'll surely be able to help."

The voice sounded quite desperate as he said, "I can feel that you have an unusually abundant and flourishing air of vitality in you. If you could spare me some so I can get out of this situation I'm in, I'll be eternally grateful for your mercy and shall never forget it!"

Yun Yang thought about it and said, "Where are you? I can't even see you. Even if I have the intention, I have nowhere to cast it now, haven't I?"

"I'm sorry... This old man is right inside the mountain in front of you," the voice said glumly.

"If that's the case, aren't you being kept captive? You aren't a free man?"

What Yun Yang asked posed several meanings. Firstly, the man was confined; even if he did wish to help, he would have to make an extra effort. Secondly, that was also the crucial point, Yun Yang would be offending the captor if he helped this old man. Hesitation was necessary!

The voice did not speak for a long time. An hour passed before he was heard sighing softly.

"Yes. It's been... very long since I'm inside here."

"How long is very long?" Yun Yang was jolted by the statement.

He could make a general guess about this man's cultivation level from his time held as a captive. After all, the lower a person's cultivation base was, the shorter time he could take being confined as he would die in a few years. On the contrary, if the imprisonment was long enough, the captive's initial cultivation base would be higher for being able to endure it.

"Thirty to forty years, I believe..." The voice was uncertain, saying, "I can't see the sun and moon, being locked up inside. I really can't tell how many years have passed. I can only make a guess."

'Thirty to forty years...' Yun Yang thought to himself.

If he made his calculations according to this duration, this person would not have been able to hold out for long, even if he had a spatial ring and had some food to sustain himself. If it were not intentional, which cultivator would store food that could last for decades in their spatial ring?