Invincibility starts when I see the BOSS health bar.

Chapter 939 Brother and Sister
Linghu Xiang's voice sounded somewhat shrill due to her urgency.

"Even if I obtain this flower, the increase in strength it will provide in a short time will be negligible! And you... you just fought your way out of the Underworld for us, breaking into their prison! They will never let this go, and will surely gather even more and more terrifying forces to retaliate against you! You need it to save your life! To improve yourself!"

Fang Yu calmly looked at Linghu Xiang's face, which was flushed with excitement, and patiently listened to her finish speaking.

Then, the gentle smile on his lips deepened slightly, carrying a subtle yet absolutely powerful certainty, as he slowly spoke, clearly interrupting her worries:

"Don't worry."

He paused, his voice as steady as if he were recounting something utterly ordinary:

"I have already killed that Thousand Hall Master who came after us..."

Om-!
The moment the words left her lips, Linghu Xiang felt as if her brain had been struck by a heavy hammer, and a violent roar suddenly erupted!

All sounds seemed to fade away from her, and the scene before her eyes briefly distorted and blurred.

What...what did he say?
Kill...killed?
Hall Master?

The Thousand Hall Master of the Foolish Underworld?
She recognized each word individually, but when they were put together and heard, they were completely different.

It was like a series of devastating thunderbolts, relentlessly striking her mind. The fear and shock it brought were so great that her brain completely shut down, her thoughts were shattered, and only a blank remained.

It felt as if my soul had been ripped from my body in an instant, and my blood had stopped flowing.

After several breaths, the tremendous buzzing sensation slowly subsided.

Linghu Xiang suddenly jolted awake, like a drowning person suddenly breathing in air.

Her eyes widened, and she used almost all her strength to focus her gaze back, fixing it firmly on Fang Yu's seemingly casual yet unimaginably powerful face.

She opened her mouth, and the sound that came out was hoarse and filled with horror:
"You?! You...killed the hall master?!"

Fang Yu raised one eyebrow, slightly puzzled—his expression made Linghu Xiang feel dizzy again.

"What?" Fang Yu's voice carried a hint of nonchalance. "Is there... a problem?"

Problem? This is more than just "problematic"; it's a complete disaster!

Linghu Xiang felt like she was suffocating!
That's the dignified head of the Yudi Palace in the capital!
A powerful figure with immense influence and unfathomable strength!

Killing him is tantamount to declaring war on the entire Foolish Underworld!

This not only adds another irreconcilable blood feud to the existing manhunt for Fang Yu, but also means endless troubles to come. The probability of the manor lord taking action personally in a fit of rage is extremely high!

At that time... Linghu Xiang felt a chill run through her body, as if she could already see the end of the world. She couldn't imagine what terrifying, towering waves Fang Yu would have to face!

However, in stark contrast to her turbulent inner world, both Fang Yu and Ding Hui were eerily calm.

Ding Hui didn't even flinch; her delicate face remained completely calm and expressionless.

Her reaction to Fang Yu's claim of "killing a hall master" was almost indifferent, as if it were nothing more than hearing that Fang Yu had casually crushed a noisy insect on his way back.

Ding Hui's ability to perform so well stems from her immense confidence.

This confidence did not stem from the immense power that could directly confront the entire Foolish Underworld, but rather from the place they were located in—the Ouyang Mansion.

Here, there is a protective array that makes all forces in the capital wary, and the reclusive Lord Ouyang, whose strength and influence are unfathomable, is also in charge.

No matter how powerful the Underworld is, if they want to force their way into the Ouyang Mansion to capture someone, they have to carefully consider the terrifying price to pay, and they might not even succeed.

"Was anyone seen by you at the scene...?"

Ignoring Linghu Xiang's panic, Ding Hui calmly began to ask questions. Her thinking remained driven by an instinctive problem-solving approach, directly addressing the core issue.

Fang Yu thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "Probably not. Those who saw me in action only thought of me as 'Captain Feng.' But those who have seen my true face..."

A cold glint seemed to appear at the corner of his mouth. "All that's left is the already departed Master Qian himself." So, from the perspective of his identity being exposed, he was indeed still very well hidden.

The only potential hidden danger is that his core objective this time was too clear: to rescue Song Zhenrong and Linghu Xiang.

If the Underworld wants to conduct a thorough investigation, it will inevitably follow the clues from these two key figures, digging deep into their networks and sanctuaries, and ultimately it is indeed possible to deduce and pinpoint Fang Yu as the culprit.

But all of this requires "evidence"! Fang Yu may seem reckless at times, but he is actually bold and meticulous, and he does consider the consequences before taking any action.

In the absence of absolute and irrefutable evidence, the feasibility and room for maneuver in this matter remain enormous.

Would the Foolish Underworld dare to forcibly arrest someone without any solid evidence, relying solely on speculation, and risk offending the Ouyang family?

This is an invisible game.

"That makes things easier."

Upon hearing this, Ding Hui nodded slightly, already having made up her mind.

"I will explain the situation to Lord Ouyang later. With his abilities, as long as there is no direct evidence to prove it, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to step in and mediate, either downplay the matter, shift the focus, or even temporarily suppress it."

As long as the Ouyang family, the foundation of the family, remains intact, and as long as no incriminating evidence is revealed, there is ample room to use personal connections to eliminate trouble.

This composure stems from the dual guarantee of strength and connections.

"You...you..."

Linghu Xiang looked at the calm Fang Yu, then at the composed Ding Hui, and was completely dumbfounded.

A profound fear still gripped her mind: "Aren't you...aren't you afraid at all?!"

That's the boundless wrath of the Foolish Underworld! If the Lord of the Underworld were to make a move, it would mean utter annihilation!

Looking at Linghu Xiang's expression, which was almost overwhelmed by fear, Fang Yu sighed inwardly and softened his tone: "Afraid? Of course, I am worried. After all, this is a matter of great importance."

Instead of feigning fear, he showed sincerity, saying, "However, you should rest and recover for now and don't worry about this. Ding Hui and I will find a way to handle the aftermath."

Even though it would require leveraging the Ouyang family's connections, the moment had indeed come when they had to rely on that "big shot."

To ease the tension, and indeed because it was the most important thing at the moment, Fang Yu changed the subject, turning his gaze towards the back room, and asked, "By the way, where are Zhuge Shi and... Diao Xiaohui?"

Upon hearing the name "Diao Xiaohui" from Fang Yu's mouth, Linghu Xiang, whose mind was already in turmoil, felt her heartstrings tremble again!
It's the little girl Ding Hui mentioned!
The huge question that had been weighing on her mind for so long finally found a breakthrough, and she couldn't help but blurt out:

"Diao Deyi, wait a minute! What exactly is the relationship between Diao Xiaohui, whom you just mentioned, and Captain Song Zhenrong...?"

Her eyes were filled with urgency, confusion, and some uncertain guess.

Fang Yu glanced at her and naturally knew what she wanted to ask.

But now was clearly not the right time to explain in detail. He waved his hand reassuringly, his tone gentle but firm: "Oh, you've seen her? It's a long story, no rush. I'll tell you the details once everything settles down."

His tone indicated that it wasn't something that needed to be hidden, but rather that it needed time and the right occasion.

When Linghu Xiang heard Fang Yu's answer, which was not a denial, her tense heartstrings inexplicably relaxed, and an indescribable joy quietly arose within her.

Although Fang Yu and Doctor Ding's close relationship made her feel uneasy, at least... this "Diao Xiaohui" shouldn't be the kind of identity she had previously fearfully guessed.

Does that mean... she still...? She immediately cut off this unrealistic thought, forcing herself to calm down, and then suddenly remembered another unfamiliar name that Fang Yu had just mentioned.

"Zhuge Shi? Who is that?" Linghu Xiang looked bewildered.

“Someone you don’t know is a guest we just ‘invited’ this time. I’ll introduce him to you after we settle down.”

Fang Yu briefly touched on the topic, his attention clearly focused on someone else.

He stopped looking at Linghu Xiang and turned to Ding Hui, asking with his eyes.

Ding Hui understood immediately, lazily shrugged her slender shoulders, and looked directly at the closed wooden door of the side room at the end of the corridor, gesturing with her small lips towards it.

That was the room where Song Zhenrong was housed.

"Is Captain Song in that room?" Fang Yu asked.

Although it was a question, the answer was self-evident. He had guessed it from the moment he returned safely and Ding Hui mentioned that Song's condition had stabilized.

Linghu Xiang was even more confused at this moment, her mind a complete mess.

Diao Xiaohui... Song Zhenrong... Fang Yu just specifically mentioned the two of them?

Could there be some unknown close relationship between them?

As she watched Ding Hui point to the room, and recalling that it seemed Diao Xiaohui had been taking care of Song Zhenrong in that room before, a bold and bizarre thought uncontrollably popped into her head:
Could it be... could it be that Diao Xiaohui... is actually Captain Song Zhenrong's long-lost sweetheart?
Before Linghu Xiang could fully process her chaotic thoughts, Fang Yu had already passed her and strode towards the closed door.

"Squeak-"

The old wooden door was gently pushed open.

Inside the room, a faint, slightly bitter aroma of Ding Hui's specially made healing ointment filled the air.

What came into Fang Yu's view was the calming incense burning by the bedside, emitting pale blue smoke, and an empty bowl of herbal medicine placed neatly on the small table by the bedside.

Meanwhile, Diao Xiaohui, with her hunched and thin body, was lying on the edge of the bed very close to Song Zhenrong, her small shoulders rising and falling slightly.

Hearing the door open, she woke up with a start, raising her head like a frightened fawn. She jumped up in a panic, instinctively straightening her body and nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

Fang Yu's gaze swept quickly across the room, lingering for a moment on the spotless empty bowl.

"Have you given him the medicine?"

He looked away and asked Diao Xiaohui, trying to keep his tone gentle.

Diao Xiaohui nodded quickly, her little face still showing signs of sleepiness and lingering fear.

Immediately, her attention involuntarily and with worry shifted to Song Zhenrong, who was still unconscious on the bed.

Those clear eyes were filled with complex emotions.

There are worries, concerns, and an almost instinctive, inseparable sense of closeness.

Although fate played a cruel trick on them, separating the siblings and making their relationship far from deep, the bond of blood was ultimately an unbreakable foundation.

Especially after experiencing this period of ups and downs, the bond of blood and the desire to reunite are stronger and more urgent than ever before.

However, upon suddenly reuniting with her brother in this situation, facing her severely injured and unconscious brother, Diao Xiaohui was filled with confusion and helplessness.

How should I begin? Where should I start? Behind the immense joy lies an equally immense fear.

But all of this depends on... him waking up!
"..."

Fang Yu didn't need to ask any more questions; he had already understood everything from Diao Xiaohui's expression.

He silently turned to Ding Hui behind him and gave her a look.

Ding Hui already understood and walked forward gracefully. Without Fang Yu needing to say anything, she naturally reached out and placed her hand on Song Zhenrong's wrist, which was exposed outside the blanket, to check his pulse.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, but her movements were unusually steady and skillful.

Linghu Xiang also subconsciously composed herself and quickly followed Ding Hui in, standing aside with bated breath, nervously watching Ding Hui's movements.

Although she had many grievances against Song Zhenrong due to misunderstandings, they were, after all, comrades-in-arms who had shared the dangers of the underworld and survived this life-or-death escape together, and that bond of brotherhood could not be erased.

Moreover, when Song Zhenrong was almost completely exhausted, he still gritted his teeth and carried her to the outside of the Ouyang Mansion before collapsing from exhaustion. Linghu Xiang could not help but be moved by this heavy responsibility and perseverance.

Both emotionally and rationally, she genuinely hoped he would be safe and sound.

"piece of cake."

Ding Hui took his pulse for a few breaths, without even lifting her eyelids, and gave her conclusion in a calm tone.

For a master who can forcibly pull someone out of the clutches of death, Song Zhenrong's deep coma caused by excessive depletion of vital energy, excessive mental tension, and external injuries is indeed just a "minor problem." Her injuries had already been stabilized by her methods.

Before she finished speaking, her slender fingers moved like nimble butterflies, quickly and precisely pressing several acupoints on Song Zhenrong's arm, the pressure penetrating yet gentle.

"Cough cough cough! Heh—"

As if stimulated, Song Zhenrong's body on the bed suddenly convulsed, and then he burst into a violent cough that seemed to rip out his heart and lungs.

He suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, his pupils filled with the confusion of just waking up and physical discomfort. He was breathing heavily, and cold sweat instantly soaked his temples.

The person finally woke up slowly.

Fang Yu's lips twitched involuntarily as he watched this scene.

"Captain Song?" Fang Yu called out at the right moment, his voice steady and strong, attracting Song Zhenrong's bewildered gaze.

Song Zhenrong's gaze first swept vaguely across the unfamiliar beams before focusing on the figures beside the bed.

When he saw the concerned and familiar face at the front, his confused consciousness spread like ripples of memory as a stone was thrown into a lake.

(End of this chapter)