Chapter 94: Where did the Fatal Stab Come From?

Yun Yang had basically rid himself of all suspicion concerning the incident at Cirrus House.

An endless set of troubles now dogged Dong Tianleng and the two young masters of the Spring and Summer Families.

Yun Yang felt that he had executed this matter perfectly, made especially flawless with the cooperation of Yun Zuiyue.

All in all, both sides had to thank Young Master Yun!

If it were not for him, things would have really gotten out of hand today...

...

Yun Yang walked in the nightfall, his mood jolly as he muttered a few names under his breath.

"Shui Yuehan, Fu Guansan; duck voice, Keeper Mi..." Yun Yang hummed in his heart, "Shui Yuehan is rather chummy with Han Wufei..."

Four Seasons Tower, perhaps your plan is perfect and executed like a dragnet.

However, your father has escaped with his tactics; I'll leave it to you folks to go against the four noble families. Besides, you have so many people exposed in front of me...

How do I make the most of this opportunity?

Yun Yang walked while he thought, with a frown creasing his forehead. Whose force should he be using?

The Residence of Yun was just right in front of him.

Coming out alone at this time was also part of his plan. After all, it spoke volumes for Popinjay Yang to take action himself without his guards by his side.

If he had brought Lao Mei or Fang Mofei along, guards would definitely be the first to strike out in such a situation. Then the incident would have a change of direction.

As Yun Yang was deep in thought, a sense of danger suddenly rose within.

A piercing killing intent appeared behind and headed straight at him, charging under this brightly lit street! This assassination arrived without forewarning.

It was a close call.

Yun Yang felt his goosebumps prickle as a sense of death engulfed him. He twisted his body with some effort and executed the Fog of Cloud Conjuration.

The shiny tip of a blade had pierced through Yun Yang's right chest, just as he began turning into a cloud of fog.

With an angry growl, Yun Yang charged across the remaining hundred and seventy feet and turned his body in midair with great effort. His back crashed against the gate of the Residence of Yun as his consciousness blurred.

Following his charge, the blade tip was harshly pulled out from the front of his chest.

Fang Mofei's angry roared sounded from within Residence of Yun, "Who is it?"

Swoosh, swoosh.

Fang Mofei and Lao Mei both appeared on the wall almost simultaneously.

Behind him, a blurry silhouette was about to go for another stab but both Fang Mofei and Lao Mei were already rushing over with a loud exclamation. "Young master!"

The silhouette pulled up to a stop and scoffed in a low voice, "Consider yourself lucky!"

Yun Yang tried his hardest to open his eyes amidst the great pain, only seeing a blurry shadow turning to leave - the body melted into the dark with just a single step!

The last thought Yun Yang had was that the back seemed rather familiar...

Endless darkness then consumed him as he spat a mouthful of blood before he fainted...

...

Yun Yang was already in his room when he regained consciousness. Two flows of refined basic Qi was being delivered into his body from the front and back continuously.

It was Fang Mofei and Laomei healing him with mystical Qi.

He could faintly feel the taste of medicine in his mouth too.

Yun Yang opened his eyes slowly and exhaled before speaking weakly, "What time is it now?"

"It's about to be dawn soon..." Lao Mei's face was pale with sweat dotting his head, it was obvious he had expended his mystical Qi. He continued, "Young master, do not speak. It's more urgent to heal you first."

Behind him, Fang Mofei's voice was slightly more relaxed but his tone was serious when he said, "Young master is really lucky this time. This is a piercing wound, coming from the back going straight through to the chest... But you were incredibly fortunate that it missed all your organs. Otherwise..."

A smile surfaced on Lao Mei's face too. "That's right. Young master is extremely fortunate. That damned assassin's stab is really an opportune one. Going through the gap between all the organs... Simply amazing..."

Both of them were frightened out of their minds when they found Yun Yang.

A hole had pierced through his back and front while blood gushed out profusely. This was a fatal wound. Who would have known that the organs were not damaged at all? Both old men had considered it a blessing from god.

Such an occurrence might not even happen once in hundreds and thousands of years in the entire Tianxuan Continent! It was astoundingly peculiar!

Both of them did not even know that there were gaps among the organs from the back to front.

Yun Yang perked up. He was lucky that his cultivation had reached the third stage and could dematerialize his chest instantly, thus avoiding this fatal attack.

Otherwise, he would have bee a real goner this time!

He inhaled deeply and said weakly, "Retract your cultivation. I can already move my own mystical Qi"

"Okay." Both of them agreed.

External mystical Qi, while mighty and could even allow a life to hang on, still couldn't beat the internal mystical Qi that was more useful in healing injuries as it contained the effect of self-heal.

Both of the elders were experts so they were clearer about this.

Controlling their mystical Qi, they retracted it slowly while feeling a refined vitality rising within Yun Yang's dantian.

In his subconscious, Emmie was waving its tendrils frantically. Balls of green air of vitality were rolled and thrown out only to be bounced back; it twisted around in distress. If it could speak, it would have cried out in impatience already. Immediately, Emmie's tendrils waved around excitedly as it sent all the accumulated air of vitality out at once.

Yun Yang had woken up.

When Yun Yang was unconscious, Emmie could only deliver the air of vitality into his meridians, allowing the essence of life flow to where the wounds were following the meridians. Naturally, the efficiency of this was low.

After Yun Yang regained consciousness, he could direct the air of vitality himself, sending them to heal his wounds.

These had two vastly different effects.

Yun Yang cultivated weakly, breathing with difficulty. Following the flow of mystical Qi and the entrance of Emmie's air of vitality, he slowly recovered some color in his face.

Gradually, a faint white fog rose from his body as it began to condense...

Yun Yang's entire being then began to drip water, as the surrounding fog enveloped him entirely.

"He's not in critical danger anymore!" Fang Mofei heaved a sigh of relief.

Lao Mei held his breath, watching Yun Yang's expression and watching the bleeding wound slowly close up. Looking at his young master's breath that gradually grew more even, he finally straightened up and wiped the sweat of worry away. "Thank god!"

Both of them then exchanged looks of curiosity.

Who was it who had attempted to assassinate Yun Yang?

An assassination attempt of the Residence of Yun's Young Marquis Yun right before the residence itself! What courage! Moreover, with this mysterious and terrifying enemy hidden in the dark, it was really hard to guard against the danger.

Could Yun Yang still be so lucky if there were to be a second time?

"Old Fang, do you think..." Lao Mei's expression was glum.

"You've figured it out too." Fang Mofei thought for a while and said, "This person's cultivation base is nothing lower than mine. He's at least a seventh peak!"

"And this person's animosity towards young master is extremely strong!" Lao Mei said, "His stab is like a lightning strike but experts like that should be able to control his execution force. He should have been able to make the tip of his blade stay in the chest and not protrude from the front, this could make young master suffer more and his injury harder to be determined but he has pierced through the wound to make sure he dies!"

"That's right. Moreover, the moment the tip of his blade entered the body, it was accompanied by mystical Qi that began spreading and erupting outwards. It's bizarre that young master's organs were not the slightest bit damaged..."

"But that unique force and air of charmed malevolence remains." Fang Mofei's expression was grim. "If it were you or me, we may have already lost our lives. But young master's cultivation is quite magical. This cultivation could not deal any damage to his body!"

"No matter who this person is, he is certainly a powerful enemy. Both of us have to be more alert!" Fang Mofei was deeply upset. "Having young master assassinated in front our own doors would be terribly humiliating."

Lao Mei nodded earnestly.

The sky had turned bright then. Yun Yang exhaled lightly and tried to move his body to get off his bed. He felt his body twitch as dizziness clouded his mind, the youth almost falling down to the floor.

"Excessive loss of blood." Yun Yang quickly determined his own body's condition. "Basic Qi damaged but everything else is fine."

Yun Yang felt the fear that lingered on from the incident. If he had not sensed it earlier and immediately executed Supreme Cloud's skill in turning his chest to fog, he would already be a dead man now!

However, the speed of the stab was extremely swift. As fast as he could react and dematerialize his body, the stab had still struck home. He would not be injured at all if he could completely dematerialize himself.

"I have to reach the Fog of Cloud Conjuration if I want to achieve that..." Yun Yang puffed as he directed his energy into the wound in a continuous stream, speeding up the healing process..

After some time, he finally took his first tentative step and then a few steadier ones as he exited his room. Feeling the breeze against his face, he actually felt as if he had been cut off from the outside world for eons.

He had just picked his life back up!

"Young master, why are you walking about?" Fang Mofei was shocked.

Yun Yang answered with a pale face, "It's alright, it's not a serious injury. Walking is good for the healing process."

Not a serious injury?

Fang Mofei swallowed the words he was about to speak.

If had been anyone else, they would have been reincarnated by now. Not a serious injury?

I'm speechless.

Despite his words, Yun Yang knew that his injury was nothing light. He probably would not be able to totally recover in the coming days.

He had been injured so badly right when he was about to make his move! Would his plan need to be delayed?

Yun Yang wore a grim expression.

"Young master, the assassination attempt this time..." Fang Mofei probed, "Is there any clue about the killer?"

A chilling glint flashed across Yun Yang's eyes.

He saw the back of the assassin once more in his mind.

A familiar back. He must have met this person before!

However, he had never come across such an eerie aura. Where had he seen this person before? And to hold such deep hostility towards him at that...

When had he offended someone like this?