The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 310 - 306 Identical Names and Surnames
Chapter 310: Chapter 306: Identical Names and Surnames
Chapter 310 -306: Identical Names and Surnames
Staggering from the mouth of the giant worm, Shen Luo saw his skin quickly retreating from its blood-red hue, accompanied by a return of his original size. However, his complexion was unusually pale, and his body wavered precariously.
Previously, he had utilized “The Qian Tian Gang Qi” secret technique from the Huangting Technique. This technique enabled him to temporarily activate his body’s latent potential, thereby allowing him to generate several times his regular strength. Nevertheless, the technique exacted a significant toll, severely depleting his life energy and necessitating a long recovery time. In the face of imminent danger though, he was left with little choice.
Scarcely pursuing the option of going ashore, he managed to take only two steps forward before collapsing into the river, having lost consciousness.
The river, with its relentless rapids, quickly swept him away, submerging his body.
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In a hazy daze, Shen Luo’s eyes flickered slightly, gradually opening to the sight of a tightly woven rattan mat pattern outlining a black, semi-circular canopy above him.
As he released a soft breath, he felt as if something was obstructing his chest; his whole body ached intensely. Although the severity of the poison he had been subjected to had lessened, it still hadn’t been entirely eliminated.
Just as Shen Luo tried mustering his strength, his shoulder knocked against a varnished wooden box next to him.
Glancing around, he found himself in a rather confined space filled with hefty wooden crates and folded bedding. It seemed as if he was inside a carriage used for relocation.
Struggling to roll over, Shen Luo propped himself up on his elbows, attempting to rise.
Suddenly, the carriage bounced jarringly over a stone, causing him to lose balance and tumble down.
“Ugh…”
A groan of pain escaped Shen Luo’s lips as the intensity of his body’s ache escalated, causing his face to pale further.
The commotion drew the attention of the coachman outside. Consequently, the carriage curtain was pulled aside, unveiling a young face radiating childish vigor.
“You’re awake?” flashed a smile at the young coachman.
“Where am I?” Shen Luo asked, struggling to rise once more.
“Young Master, the young miss advised that your injuries are serious. You should rest and not exert yourself. Please, lie down,” warned the young coachman, promptly pulling the reins as he called out.
“Young Miss?” Shen Luo raised an eyebrow but ignored the advice. Continuing to gather his strength, he managed to sit up, leaning against the box behind him.
“Well… It was our Young Miss Shen Yu who found you unconscious by the river and saved you,” paused the young coachman before he continued.
“Kid, where am I?” Shen Luo asked again, coughing lightly.
“I’m not sure of our exact location, but I think we’ve just entered Song Fan County. It’s a terrible mess; the Demon has damaged nearly all the buildings in Dengzhou. Not only destroyed the cities and towns, but unfortunately, the natural landscape has also been flattened. It’s difficult to discern one place from another anymore,” saddened the young coachman as he heaved a sigh.
“Song Fan County? Are we in Song Fan County now?” became excited at hearing this, and his voice shakily betrayed his emotions.
Alarmed at his agitation, the coachman thought perhaps Shen Luo had injured his head. Hastily, he said, “Um… The young miss instructed me to inform her as soon as you wake up. Please wait a moment while I fetch her.”
Having said that, he dropped the curtain and jumped down from the carriage.
Shen Luo’s eyes stared blankly at the moderately swaying curtain. His mind in a flurry of chaos.
If he was indeed within the boundaries of Song Fan County, did this not mean the dreamland journey he had embarked on had unexpectedly led him back to his hometown of Dengzhou? The magnificent city he had previously encountered must have been Dengping City.
He composed his thoughts, sighing silently, adjusting his legs into a cross-legged position, placing his hands in front of him as he began internal healing.
However, as he tried to concentrate his Qi, he realized something was blocking his Dantian and Meridian. He had entirely lost the spiritual connection to his mana and failed to perceive the slightest fluctuation of mana.
As Shen Luo puzzled over this, the outside resonated with the clamoring sounds of footsteps and shouts. The steps sounded disordered, signifying the presence of numerous people.
Soon, the curtain was lifted, revealing silhouettes of seven or eight individuals standing outside the carriage. Among them, a middle-aged man with a trace of greyness at his temples stood alongside a young girl in a blue dress.
The middle-aged man had a medium build, slightly tanned skin, his sharp eyebrows making him appear rather imposing. He seemed to be the leader amongst the group.
The young girl appeared rather pleasant and approachable. She was likely the ‘young miss Shen Yu’ referred to by the young coachman.
“Are you awake?” asked the middle-aged man, his voice was somewhat hoarse.
“My sincerest gratitude for saving my life,” Shen Luo smiled, replying with a salute.
“In these difficult times, it’s our duty to help fellow humanity. There’s no need for formalities,” the man waved his hand, fatigue visible in his eyes.
With a sigh, Shen Luo didn’t say anything further.
“May I inquire as to your name?” asked the young girl abruptly.
Shen Luo spotted a flicker of excitement in her eyes. Since she referred to him as a Daoist friend, it indicated that she was a cultivator.
“How did you know I am a practitioner when I don’t have a mana fluctuation in my body?” Shen Luo quickly voiced his confusion.
“Perhaps you’re unaware, Daoist friend, but when I found you yesterday, your injuries were much more severe compared to now. An ordinary person would have died ten times over by now. But just within a day’s time, and without any use of elixirs, your injuries have significantly improved. Unless supported by a unique Body Refining Technique, it’s impossible to observe such an aberration,” Shen Yu responded slowly.
Shen Luo understood it was likely because of the Huangting Technique’s benefits, and he internally sighed in relief.
“May I inquire about your name, Daoist?” Shen Yu inquired again as she noticed Sheng Luo’s distraction.
“Sorry for spacing out. My name is Shen Luo,” Shen Luo quickly apologized upon hearing her request.
A momentary look of surprise passed over Shen Yu’s eyes.
The middle-aged man appeared slightly startled upon hearing his response, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
“What’s wrong? Is something amiss?” Shen Luo asked, noticing their reactions.
“Nothing much, it’s just a coincidence. We also have an ancestor in our Shen Family with the name ‘Shen Luo’,” Shen Yu explained with a smile.
Feeling a tad awkward, Shen Luo changed the topic.
Subsequently, Shen Yu introduced herself and the others surrounding the carriage.
After hearing her explanation, Shen Luo learned that the middle-aged man was named Shen Huayuan, Shen Yu’s father. He was the head of this branch of the Shen Family. The other people were mainly the younger generation and guest officials of the clan. Among everyone gathered around the carriage, apart from the young coachman, all were cultivators in their early middle stages, except for Shen Yu, who was a Grain Avoidance Cultivator.
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