Chapter 102: Disappearance

  In the old military base, Huang Tao and others were all sitting on their beds with gloomy faces, lost in thought. The cave space was filled with a sense of oppression.

  "General, it's been five days already, why hasn't Ping Qianbei woken up yet?!" Feng Tianming said with a worried expression. Five days ago, the golden eagle that had once fallen from the cold sky and Fu Bo suddenly reappeared in the sky above the Tianjun Corps base. At first, everyone didn't understand what was happening, but when the golden eagle landed on the training ground, everyone was stunned. Because they saw a man covered in blood lying on the back of the golden eagle, it was Ping Fan, who had always followed the young master, Ping Qianbei.

  Huang Tao's face turned serious and he waved his hand, indicating that Feng Tianming should stop talking nonsense. After seeing the general's gesture, he also stopped what he was about to say next.

  The sound of footsteps came, and Zhang Fei and another team leader carried a bamboo chair into the cave. When Huang Tao saw who was sitting on the bamboo chair, he walked to the front of the chair in a dignified manner and respectfully called out: "Fu Bo."

  "Master Fu." Feng Tianming and others asked in unison.

  Fu Bo waved his hand, a hint of kindness on his face as he gazed at Ping Fan who was lying unconscious on the bed. He then let out a sigh and said: "Xiao Taozi, how is Xiao Fan's condition now?"

  Huang Tao shook his head and said, "Fu Bo, Ping's internal energy is in a state of utter chaos. Based on my analysis, I think Ping was severely injured first, but then took some kind of medicinal water that stimulated the power within him, causing further injury. To recover, it will likely take a long time."

  Fu Bo heard Huang Tao say this, his eyes dimmed slightly and said: "Fan Er should have taken indirect recovery water, if I hadn't been injured it would be better."

  "Indirect Revival Water?" Huang Tao and the others' faces revealed a hint of surprise. As for this famous potion on the Maya continent, they had naturally heard of it, but had never seen the real thing before.

  "Enfo Bo nodded and continued: 'But I don't know which hidden world expert stretched out a helping hand to save me.'"

  A burst of coughing sounds came from behind Huang Tao and others.

  "General, Senior Ping has woken up." A surprised voice rang out, and Huang Tao and the others rushed to the bedside, with over a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on Ping Fan's body.

  It felt like he had a very, very long dream, full of thrills, and it seemed that he even dreamed that his young master fell off the Golden Eagle's back, but he couldn't catch his young master's hand, so he could only watch as his young master disappeared from his line of sight.

  "Not" Young Master. The ordinary body suddenly sat up straight, both hands frantically waving in front of his face, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. "Ping Senior Brother, Ping Senior Brother." Huang Tao and the others rushed forward to grab hold of Ping Fan's wildly dancing hands, calling out his name.

  "Huh, huh, huh, huh... Panting heavily with his mouth wide open, he opened his eyes and gazed around in a daze. He couldn't help but ask: "Where is this place?"

  "Huh?" Huang Tao and the others heard Ping Fan's question, each of them stunned for a moment, before Huang Tao responded: "Ping senior, this is the Tian Jun Tuan's base! Have you forgotten?"

  "Heavenly Army Base, Heavenly Army Base." After muttering a few ordinary sentences, the originally perplexed face gradually cleared up. Suddenly, Pingfan's expression changed and he asked: "Where is Young Master?"

  Heavenly Clear heard the ordinary question and respectfully asked back: "Ordinary senior, we also want to ask you where is the young master?"

  "What?!" Ping Fan's face turned pale in an instant, because he remembered that everything he had seen in his dream was real. So, did that mean... Young Master really fell?!

  Huang Tao saw Ping Fan's sudden change in expression, and his heart skipped a beat. He asked urgently, "Ping Shixiong, has something happened to the young master?"

  "Ah!" Pingfan's face was filled with pain and self-blame, his hands inserted into his own hair. He grabbed his own head and let out a furious roar.

  Huang Tao and others saw Ping Fan's appearance. Each face turned pale on the spot, could it be that their young master had really suffered a misfortune? It must be known that although Leng Xiao Yao had only been in the Gai Mountain Range for half a year, he had taught Huang Tao and others many things during this time. To Huang Tao and others, Leng Xiao Yao was not only their young master but also their mentor. Although Leng Xiao Yao treated them as his own brothers, in Huang Tao's eyes, Leng Xiao Yao was their teacher, a qualified teacher. If something unfortunate really happened to Leng Xiao Yao, one could imagine how Huang Tao and others would feel.

  "Fan Er, everything follows your heart, but what is your true heart?" Just then, a hoarse voice echoed in the mountain cave.

  Pingfan, who had been entangled in worries, heard the familiar voice and immediately looked up to see Fu Bo's weathered old face. His eyes reddened as he rushed from the bed to the bamboo chair, crying: "Second Uncle, it's all my fault, I didn't protect Young Master well, it's all my fault, I've disgraced you."

  "Foolish child, this isn't your fault." Fu Bo's face was filled with kindness as he stretched out his hand to gently stroke the ordinary-looking head, saying: "Fan Er, what exactly happened after I and the master left? Was it that sword god from the imperial palace who made a move?"

  Regretful and ordinary, after hearing the comfort of his loved ones, the original annoyance gradually subsided, and after sorting out his thoughts, he told Fu Bo about everything that had happened.

  "Second Uncle, I'm really useless! It's all my fault, otherwise Young Master wouldn't have fallen into the ordinary world. After saying that, he took responsibility again."

  "Foolish child, things have already happened, you always blame yourself, it's better to think about how to find Young Master Feng, this is the key"

  Pingfan's eyes lit up when he heard his second uncle's words and asked urgently: "Second Uncle, what do you mean?"

  Fu Bo nodded slightly and said: "Foolish child, you just said that when you were in danger of being poisoned, a mysterious master appeared to rescue you, right?"

  Ping Fan nodded slightly and suddenly his face showed a look of surprise, saying: "Second Uncle, speaking of this matter, I have something strange to tell you..."

  "What's wrong?" Fu Bo saw his nephew with a strange expression and felt curious.

  "Second Uncle, was Young Master's father an only child? Were there any other brothers?"

  Fu Bo heard Ping Fan's question and his expression changed slightly, asking: "Fan Er, why did you ask this question? Did you see someone who looks like Young Master?"

  "En Ping nodded and said: "Second Uncle, the person who saved me and Young Master indeed has a six-out-of-ten resemblance to Young Master."

  "Is it his left hand that holds the weapon?" Fubo's tone suddenly became urgent, and a flush appeared on his face.

  "Left hand?" A thoughtful expression appeared on Pingfan's face, and suddenly he remembered that when Kyoto Castle was coldly dispatched outside, the single-handed gun that shook out the gun flower was indeed his left hand. Pingfan exclaimed in surprise: "Second uncle, he uses a left-handed long gun, do you know him?"

  Fu Bo heard what Yang Fan said. A hint of nostalgia appeared on his old face, and he muttered: "It's him, no mistake, this little guy, I didn't expect that after a brief separation of over a decade, his cultivation has reached such a high level, haha! If the master of the house hears this news, how delighted he will be!"

  Huang Tao and others who had been listening to the conversation between Fu Bo and Ping Fan uncle and nephew gradually began to make sense of things.

  Huang Tao listened to Fu Bo's question, and suddenly, a young man holding a gun in his left hand flashed through his mind. He tentatively asked aloud: "Fu Bo, are you referring to the Young Master?"

  Fu Bo's face revealed a hint of a comforting smile as he nodded and said, "Who else could it be but that little rabbit? Ah!"

  Ping Fan heard his second uncle say this and a look of shock appeared on his face: "Second Uncle, you said that mysterious expert is Young Master's eldest uncle? Impossible?"

  "If what you said is true, then the mysterious master is indeed the young master's uncle, the eldest son of the family head, who was once hailed as a genius by the Tianlong Kingdom - Leng Xiang." Fu Bo responded with a hint of admiration on his face, seemingly having great appreciation for Leng Xiang.

  "Why didn't he acknowledge Young Master then?"

  Fu Bo heard his nephew's words. The excitement on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by a helpless expression: "Fan Er, these are all past events, can only be summed up in one sentence, wrong time, growing up in the wrong family, and wrong genius often encounters wrong beauty."

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  "Second Uncle, what does this mean? Why is Fan Er confused?" Ping Fan, the martial arts enthusiast, heard his uncle's few words and looked puzzled, seemingly trying to figure out the meaning behind his uncle's words.

  "You don't understand?" Mr. Fu's face had a hint of a smile as he said, "It's normal that you don't understand, if you did understand, that would be strange."

  "Second Uncle, why is that?" asked Ping Fan with a puzzled expression. "Hehe!" Huang Tao and the others burst out laughing, after all they were among the earliest followers of Leng Xian Tian, so naturally they knew something about the affairs of the Leng family's young master back then. With Fu Bo being so certain that the person who lent a helping hand was indeed the young master of the Leng family, they didn't need to worry about their own young master's safety anymore. Perhaps at this moment, their young master was still chatting with the young master of the Leng family.

  "Xiao Taozi, Fan'er's injury has troubled you enough. You're old and should rest now." Fu Bo instructed Huang Tao, then made a gesture to Zhang Fei and the others who had carried him in earlier, before closing his eyes to meditate.

  Zhang Fei and another team leader saw Fu Bo's appearance, the two quickly picked up the bamboo chair and quickly left the cave. Feng Tianming and others also left with a hint of smile on their faces. Huang Tao respectfully said to Ping Fan: "Senior Ping, take good care of your body, call me if you need anything."

  "How can everyone be so mysterious?" Pingfan's face was filled with doubt as he watched Huang Tao and the others leave the cave.

  It's been five days, and I'm not asking for monthly tickets anymore. Those of you who have them can just throw them away! I'm really tired of begging, haha! The first update is up, and I've mentally prepared myself to be bombed off the charts. It's just that I haven't had a good night's sleep in four days, so I'll write out one chapter for everyone to see first, and then I can finally get some rest at dawn. I'm exhausted!