GBP Chapter 418 Rescue
Chapter 418 Rescue
Tian Zhenzhen sat back steadily in the car, and the engine roared to life. The car sped off like a nimble cheetah towards its destination—Jiuhua Mountain.
Outside the car window, the city street scenes flashed by quickly like a slideshow, but the people inside the car did not change in the slightest despite their impending departure for the unknown Jiuhua Mountain.
H City is mostly mountainous, and its urban development is quite interesting. Tian Zhenzhen even took some photos and posted them on her WeChat Moments.
Soon after, Yao Xuan liked and commented on his post.
Is this girl playing on her phone like she is?
To get to Jiuhua Mountain, you must pass through this bustling city.
As the Spring Festival approaches, the streets and alleys are filled with a strong festive atmosphere, and there are noticeably more vehicles on the road, as if the whole city is busy preparing for the upcoming New Year.
"Jiuhua Mountain has never been open to the public. The peaks there are steep and dangerous, and it's where Jingyun Temple is located." Xiaomei, sitting in the passenger seat, turned slightly to introduce Jiuhua Mountain to Tian Zhenzhen.
Upon hearing this, a hint of curiosity flashed in Tian Zhenzhen's eyes.
In her imagination, Jiuhua Mountain should be a fairyland shrouded in clouds and mist, secluded from the world, and Jingyun Temple is like a mysterious hall hidden in it, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
However, she also knew that in this world, there were countless connections between martial artists and the secular world.
Although martial artists pursue the ultimate in martial arts, they cannot completely escape the influence of worldly affairs.
On the one hand, they need to face all sorts of worldly troubles and disputes;
On the other hand, the secular world can also gain assistance from the power of martial artists; this relationship is interdependent and mutually reinforcing.
"Kong Wei just contacted me. Master Qingyi is currently unable to leave and wants us to rescue someone." Xiao Mei suddenly changed the subject, her expression becoming somewhat serious.
"Who should we save?" Tian Zhenzhen frowned slightly. Now that she had already negotiated the terms with Daoist Qingyi, she naturally wouldn't stand idly by.
"Tang Yifeng, he is Tang Qiming's son."
Tang Qiming is a well-known entrepreneur in H City and has a close relationship with Master Qingyi.
"The Tang family has always been the cash cow for Jingyun Temple in the secular world. This time, someone wants to distract Master Qingyi by attacking the Tang family," Xiaomei explained in detail, without the slightest worry in her voice.
After hearing this, Tian Zhenzhen couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.
A grandmaster like Master Qingyi is renowned in the martial arts world. If he were to release any information, countless companies would want to cooperate with him.
Why is he so concerned about the Tang family?
Is it out of consideration for long-standing friendship, or is there a deeper meaning behind it?
Tian Zhenzhen racked her brains, but still couldn't figure it out.
In the end, she simply gave up thinking about it, figuring that once the person was rescued, the truth might come out.
"Where is Tang Yifeng now?" Tian Zhenzhen turned her attention back to the task at hand.
"According to the information I investigated, Tang Yifeng's phone was last located in a villa on the outskirts of H City."
Now we'll head to that villa.
"Boss, should we send Daqiang over to scout out the situation first?" Xiaomei looked at Tian Zhenzhen, waiting for her instructions.
"No need, I just feel like something's not quite right here." Tian Zhenzhen shook her head slightly. Although she wasn't usually very perceptive or cunning, her sixth sense was exceptionally sharp.
Along the way, the vehicles moved slowly like snails through the congested roads.
The sky outside the window was gradually shrouded in twilight, and by the time they finally arrived at the outskirts of the city, nearly two hours had passed.
After entering the suburbs, the vehicles turned from the wide main road onto a narrow side road.
The road has only two lanes and the surface is somewhat uneven. It is lined with dense woods on both sides, and there are significantly fewer vehicles on the road.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, with the occasional calls of unidentified birds adding to the mysterious atmosphere.
The vehicle had not traveled far on the small road, and when it was still some distance from its destination, it suddenly braked and came to a stop.
"What's wrong?" Tian Zhenzhen subconsciously leaned forward and asked.
"There are obstacles on the road ahead," Daqiang pointed ahead.
Tian Zhenzhen looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a thick tree blocking the middle of the road, like an insurmountable barrier.
The tree appeared out of nowhere; it was perfectly fine, so why did it suddenly fall in the middle of the road? It was as if it didn't want people to move forward.
Tian Zhenzhen immediately became suspicious and spread her mental energy to carefully investigate the surrounding situation.
Soon, she noticed a tree stump not far from the roadside. The stump had jagged, uneven edges, clearly indicating that it had been broken by brute force.
Just then, a car drove up from behind Tian Zhenzhen and her companions, passing their vehicle and pulling into the side lane.
Seeing the broken tree blocking the way, the car stopped.
"Who put this broken tree in the middle of the road? I'll go move it." A clear voice came from the car, and then a young woman got out of the car with a sword in her hand.
This person was Hong Ling, a disciple of the Heart Sword Sect.
Most of the disciples of the Heart Sword Sect are skilled in swordsmanship, and Hong Ling is no exception.
None of the other passengers on the bus raised any objections to Hong Ling's words.
After getting out of the car, Hong Ling only glanced at the vehicle where Tian Zhenzhen and the others were out of the corner of her eye.
The car windows of Tian Zhenzhen and her companions were tightly closed, making it impossible to see what was happening inside from the outside.
Hong Ling withdrew her gaze, walked confidently to the front of the car, and looked at the tree trunk in front of her with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
In her view, the tree blocking her way was nothing more than a piece of cake.
She gently placed her right hand on the hilt of the sword, and in an instant, a flash of cold light appeared, followed by a strong gust of wind.
Without moving, her sword energy surged forth like a raging tide, slashing at the trees blocking her path.
This sword strike embodies her profound understanding of swordsmanship and exquisite skill; the sword energy seems to carry life as it whistles through the air.
The large tree, which originally required four or five strong laborers to move, was cleaved into several pieces by Hong Ling's sharp sword energy.
The immense impact scattered the broken tree trunks everywhere, kicking up a cloud of dust.
In the blink of an eye, the road in front of them was cleared.
Hong Ling sheathed her sword with satisfaction, a hint of arrogance on her face, and walked briskly back to the carriage.
She was very proud of the swordsmanship power and control she had just demonstrated.
"Hong Ling, your swordsmanship has improved again, not bad, not bad." As soon as Hong Ling got into the car, she received praise from her martial uncle.
The uncle's voice was full of satisfaction and praise, as he had witnessed Hong Ling's hard work and rapid growth in swordsmanship over the years.
Apart from Yan Guhong, who remained calm, Jiang Mianmian and Yu Bai were both astonished by the power of Hong Ling's sword strike.
They were all swordsmen, so they could naturally see Hong Ling's talent and skill in the art of swordsmanship.
The sharpness and precision of that sword strike forced them to look at it in a new light.