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Chapter 142 Senior Brother, Wake Up!
"The Projection Has Arrived"

"The World I Live In: Mysterious"

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Wait for the flow of information in your mind to pass by.

Wang Xi's consciousness gradually sank, and in the darkness, he faintly heard a call coming from afar.

It was a young, soft female voice, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a rather urgent tone and a hint of crying:

"Senior brother! Senior brother, wake up!"

"Qiao'er, calm down." A steady male voice rang out at the right time. "Junior Brother Wang's injuries are severe and he cannot withstand such shaking."

"But Senior Brother Yu." The girl's voice choked with sobs. "Senior Brother Wang was injured by those thugs from the Sanhe Gang while saving me. If anything happens to him..."

Before she could finish speaking, her words turned into soft sobs.

Senior Brother Yu sighed heavily, and the room was immediately filled with suppressed sobs.

"Qiao'er, Ruiyang, the medicine is ready. Please help Xizhi take it."

Another gentle, mature female voice rang out, accompanied by soft footsteps approaching.

"Yes, Master's wife." Yu Ruiyang responded immediately, as if reaching out to take the medicine bowl.

"Mother, let me do it!" The girl named Qiao'er stepped forward and carefully took the bowl of medicine. "I want to take care of my senior brother myself."

"..."

Then I heard a conversation and some subtle noises.

Wang Xi's consciousness gradually cleared, but was instantly overwhelmed by excruciating pain.

A piercing, excruciating pain shot through my legs, as if a thousand steel needles were churning inside my bone marrow. My chest and abdomen burned like fire; every breath felt like being scraped by a dull knife, and even my exhaled breath tasted of blood.

'What kind of start is this?'

Wang Xi had a fleeting thought, and was rather speechless.

The excruciating pain kept him exceptionally conscious. His legs were completely unresponsive, his chest felt tight, and he was having difficulty breathing... This body had probably been crippled.

It feels like she's even more miserable than "Gai Farrell" from that otherworldly fairy tale.

I struggled to open my eyes.

Wang Xi's blurry vision gradually focused.

This is a simple side room. On the blue brick wall hangs an old-fashioned almanac and a yellowed acupuncture point chart. On the elm bedside table are an enamel medicine jar and a copper kerosene lamp.

Sunlight streamed through the wooden windows, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone floor tiles inside. A lingering, rich aroma of Chinese medicine permeated the air, a bittersweet scent tinged with the burnt fragrance of aged mugwort, mixed with the earthy smell of angelica.

The master's wife, fellow disciples, and fellow students surrounded the bed with concerned expressions.

Wang Xi discreetly observed the three of them.

"Huo Shenglan (Friendly)"

The master's wife was in her early forties, with a simple round bun, wearing an indigo blouse with a slanted front and a black horse-face skirt, with some dark brown medicine stains on the cuffs of her sleeves.

"Yu Ruiyang (Friendly/Two Stars)"

Yu Ruiyang, a senior student, was twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a tall and straight figure. He was wearing a faded dark blue student uniform with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong forearms.

"Huo Qiao'er (Friendly/One Star)"

Junior Sister Qiao'er was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with two jet-black, glossy braids and bright red almond-shaped eyes. She wore a light purple short jacket with a dark blue pleated skirt, and a belt for practicing martial arts was tied around her waist. The cuffs were embroidered with a few crooked plum blossoms.

In addition, Wang Xi noticed that there was actually another person standing not far behind the three of them.

A woman in her early twenties.

She remained silent throughout, appearing taciturn, and wore a loose-fitting gray training uniform. Her casually tied ponytail hung down her side, with a few stray hairs clinging to her pale cheeks, making her as quiet as a shadow.

"Huo Siling (Friendly/Three Stars/Elite)"

The woman was silently wringing the hot towel in her hands, the rising steam swirling between her fingers, scalding her well-defined knuckles until they turned bright red.

'This senior sister is the strongest...'

Wang Xi said secretly.

At this moment, Junior Sister Qiao'er had already brought over the medicine bowl and was about to bend down to feed her senior brother the medicine when she met a pair of half-open but clear eyes.

"Senior brother! You're awake?!"

She exclaimed in surprise.

"Ugh, my body hurts so much." Wang Xi opened his dry, pale lips and hissed. "What's wrong with me? I can't remember so many things..."

"?!"

Hearing him say that, everyone present was shocked... Could it be that he suffered a head injury and lost his memory?
Senior Brother Yu quickly stepped forward, gently helped Wang Xi up from the bed, and placed a pillow behind his back.

Huo Qiao'er carefully began to feed him the medicine and recounted what had happened, trying to help her senior brother recall the events.

According to her account, Wang Xi's injuries were inflicted by the notorious Sanhe Gang in the area. The incident dates back to this morning—

When Wang Xi accompanied his junior sister to the market to shop, they bumped into two drunken men at the market entrance. The skinny, short man, emboldened by alcohol, hurled vulgar insults at Huo Qiao'er in public, making his junior sister's lips tremble with anger.

As the senior disciple, Wang Xi naturally could not tolerate it any longer and took action to teach the two a lesson.

Unexpectedly, on the return journey, the two men gathered more than a dozen thugs from the Sanhe Gang to ambush them. Although Wang Xi was skilled in martial arts and fought desperately to protect his junior sister, he was ultimately outnumbered.

By the time a large crowd had gathered, Wang Xi was already on the verge of death when seven or eight patrolmen from the Qingwei Town militia finally arrived. Upon seeing this, the thugs scattered like birds.

Fortunately, the Huo family martial arts school where Wang Xi studied was also a kind of medical clinic. His master, Huo Mingchuan, was not only skilled in fist, palm, and leg techniques, but also proficient in traditional Chinese medicine.

Thanks to Master Huo's emergency treatment, Wang Xi's condition was finally stabilized. However, he suffered multiple fractures and serious internal injuries, requiring a long period of recuperation.

Where is my master?

Wang Xi leaned against the headboard, swallowed the medicine his junior sister had brought him, and asked in a hoarse voice.

Huo Qiao'er turned her head and exchanged a glance with Yu Ruiyang, but neither of them spoke. It was the master's wife who spoke first:

“Xi Zhi, your master went to the local militia bureau to seek justice for you… Although he’s not exactly a big shot in Qingwei Town, he still has some influence. The Sanhe Gang has been too rampant this time, committing violence in the street. Someone has to take responsibility.”

"At the very least, we must send that Liu Mengzi in."

The Liu Mengzi she was referring to was the skinny, short guy who had harassed her junior sister that morning. He was good-for-nothing, but had managed to become a minor leader in the Sanhe Gang. "Xizhi, just focus on recovering and don't worry too much..."

His teacher's wife tucked the blanket around him and said gently:
"Although she couldn't practice boxing during this period, Qiao'er copied boxing manuals and practice notes every day. She even compiled the manuals of hand techniques that your master had accumulated over the years into a book."

She then comforted her:
"Your master often says that the fist is outside the fist, and the spirit is inside the spirit. Now is the perfect time to calm down and study these moves. You can improve your skills even while lying down. Once you recover from your injury, you might even benefit from this misfortune and make further progress."

"Thank you, Master."

Wang Xi smiled.

A short while later, the master's wife came out of the side room to start a fire and cook for everyone.

Senior Brother Yu hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said he was going to help his master's wife in the kitchen before leaving.

"what happened to him?"

Wang Xi asked curiously.

Huo Qiao'er put down the medicine bowl and hesitated before saying:

“Senior brother… Senior brother Yu inquired about it earlier, and it seems that Liu Mengzi is not simple. He seems to have some connection with the Liu family in the provincial capital.”

"Father's trip is probably in vain."

"..."

Wang Xi seemed to be thinking about something.

He roughly understood what was going on, but due to his complete ignorance of the surrounding environment, he couldn't come up with a solution.

So, he used the excuse of "not being able to remember" to ask his junior sister who was sitting by the bed.

"Brother, you..."

Upon hearing Wang Xi's question, Huo Qiao'er's eyes immediately welled up with tears. She felt guilty; her senior brother had been beaten so badly that he couldn't remember anything while standing up for her.

Qiao'er wiped away her tears and choked back sobs as she explained to him.

Throughout the conversation, she answered Wang Xi's questions patiently.

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Late at night.

Wang Xi was the only one left in the side room.

A kerosene lamp was lit on the bedside table, and next to it was a stack of handmade thread-bound books given to him by his junior sister, Huo Qiao'er.

Based on the information he had gathered from his junior sister during the day, Wang Xi had roughly constructed a mental image of his surroundings.

This place is called Dalu.

It also uses the name of the old dynasty.

Currently, the three largest warlord forces are divided into three factions, occupying the northern, central, and southern borders of Da Lu respectively.

'Central Earth, Morning Kingdom, Golden Valley Province, Green Reed Town.'

Wang Xi thought to himself.

This is where he is currently located.

'Pinghai City, where Shen Miaowei is located, is far in the northern border region under the rule of the Northern Alliance government... It seems that it won't be possible to get there for the time being.'

He looked thoughtful.

Jingu Province comprises nine towns and over a hundred villages, with its capital, Hong Deng City, being quite prosperous.

The largest forces in Qingwei Town, such as the Sanhe Gang, the Zhang Family, the Local Defense Bureau, and the Black Eel Army, all have intricate connections with the powerful families of Fengdeng City.

The Liu Mengzi mentioned during the day was a distant relative of the Liu family in the provincial capital. If it weren't for this relationship, how could he have made such a name for himself in the Sanhe Gang?

'Let's heal our wounds first.'

Wang Xi said secretly.

Only by regaining the ability to act can we take the initiative; otherwise, lying here indefinitely is not a good thing.

Fortunately, after trying, he discovered that the mystical world also possessed magic, though it was far less powerful than the fairy tale world.

The magic and elements floating in the air are relatively scarce.

But it's enough.

Wang Xi sat cross-legged on the bed, taking in the moonlight streaming through the window, and began to breathe.

His chest heaved, his muscles trembling slightly. The fourth imprint in his mind, "Breath of the Moon," then shone brightly—under the moonlight, breathing techniques could rapidly heal internal and external injuries.

Time passed by minute by minute.

It was midnight, just past midnight.

Wang Xi opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath. His injuries had mostly healed.

Only the broken bones and internal injuries remain, and they are not yet fully healed. But they will be completely healed within three days.

This is the power of the "Breath of the Moon" mark.

Wang Xi listened to the chirping of insects outside the window, as well as the faint barking of dogs and the sound of the night watchman's gong in the distance, and couldn't help but smile.

It's another brand new journey.

He reached out and picked up the thread-bound book from the bedside table, and began to read it by the light of the kerosene lamp and the moonlight.

The Huo Family Martial Arts School primarily teaches four techniques.

Medicine, fist, palm, leg.

Wang Xi had only learned the "Huo Family Leg Technique," which is why the thugs from the Sanhe Gang broke both his legs as a form of revenge.

The journal he was reading contained Huo Qiao'er's elegant handwriting, meticulously recording martial arts moves, detailed explanations, and her insights in red ink.

A moment later, a prompt popped up in my mind:

"You've discovered a martial arts manual!"

"Should we accept Huo Mingchuan's tutelage and acquire this ability?"

'Yes. '

(End of this chapter)