Chapter 1 The High-End Special Ward

Shua!

Su Jie pulled open the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight streamed in from the window, illuminating Potter's pale face on the hospital bed.

This was the high-end special ward of the Thai Royal Crown Hospital.

Thailand may not be a large country, but it is definitely a powerhouse in tourism and medical care. Every year, millions of people flock to Thailand for treatment, and of course, a small portion of them undergo various surgeries such as heart, cosmetic, and dental procedures.

"The coach is still not awake..."

Su Jie was worried.

After saving someone last time, his parents, fearing retaliation, directly took him on a trip to Thailand, where he unexpectedly encountered the white coach who had taught him kung fu for a few days.

However, this coach seemed to have known he would be injured.

All the top doctors in Thailand were waiting outside the operating room late at night, just waiting for him to arrive. Even so, it took a full half night for Potter to be out of danger.

"Hoo!"

Potter's breathing became steady.

"Coach, with your kung fu, who could have beaten you like this?"

Su Jie was curious.

Although Potter had only taught him kung fu for a few days, he felt that he was even stronger than Shi Xinlong, the head coach of his martial arts school.

Who could have beaten him like this?

"A great master, very strong, very powerful. Fortunately, he doesn't know about the high-end medical standards of our world, otherwise, I would be dead..."

A trace of blood returned to Potter's face.

Internal organ rupture is an extremely serious injury for anyone. He could sense any damage in his body, but his own recovery was not enough to overcome the danger.

In the emergency room, he did not use anesthesia, allowing the doctor to cut him open. Under his guidance, the internal organs were sewn up bit by bit.

The reason for not using anesthesia was not because he wanted to stay awake, but because if he lost control of the local muscles, these doctors would not be able to cut open his skin without using an electric saw.

Even so, it took a full half night, exhausting dozens of members of the surgical team, to barely complete the operation.

Even so, he was so badly injured that he could barely move.

A true brush with death.

"Hmm?"

Su Jie was a little surprised. There were still people who didn't know about high-end medical care?

An alien?

"How did you come to Thailand?"

Potter didn't say much about himself, but asked instead.

Su Jie was a student he had instructed in Da Xuan. Because of his great comprehension, he was one of the most talented among the many people he had instructed, so he had a great impression of him.

"I offended a gang of thieves. My parents were afraid of retaliation, so they brought me to Thailand for tourism."

Speaking of this, Su Jie was a little helpless.

The situation was urgent that night, and he had used a heavy hand. Although he didn't kill anyone, those few people were probably crippled.

His parents were afraid of retaliation, so they took him abroad to avoid the limelight.

"Thailand is not as safe as Da Xuan."

Potter sighed, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth:

"Never mind that. Help me up, we have to leave the hospital immediately..."

"Is someone chasing you?"

Su Jie's heart tightened. Thinking of Potter's injuries, he felt uneasy.

"Not chasing, just some people I don't want to see are coming soon."

Potter got up with Su Jie's help.

His arms could barely move at this time. He had Su Jie find paper and pen, left a few lines of words, and then hurriedly left the Royal Crown Hospital.

Almost as soon as Potter left, Wang Zhixuan and Gu Changsheng arrived at the ward on the ninth floor.

"He's gone."

Wang Zhixuan opened the door, but she was not surprised.

Half a day had passed since they received the news. With Potter's vigilance, he must have left long ago.

However, he was seriously injured. Even if he left, he would not be able to get out of Thailand.

It's just that Thailand's surveillance is far less dense than Da Xuan's. It would probably take some time to find him.

"He left a message."

Gu Changsheng's eyes flickered, and he picked up the paper on the table.

"What did he say?"

Wang Zhixuan asked.

Gu Changsheng handed the note to Wang Zhixuan and sighed softly:

"Notify the military. The two of us can't track him at all."

The Da Xuan border is the longest land border in the world, bordering as many as fourteen countries. Although there are troops stationed on the border, ordinary people have no way to cross the border.

But for that mysterious person, crossing mountains and ridges is not a problem at all.

They can easily cross the border from the mountains.

Once they enter the wilderness, no one will be able to find their tracks.

Wang Zhixuan glanced at the note, which read eight large characters:

Jian Shen Zhi Shang, bu ke li di (Above the level of meeting the gods, you cannot fight against them).

........

On a straight highway, a car was driving, and the scenery on both sides receded rapidly.

"Tong Zhengyang..."

Looking at Tong Zhengyang, who was closing his eyes to rest, through the rearview mirror, An Qisheng's eyes rippled slightly.

In the perspective only he could see, wisps of light were slowly outlining, seemingly already showing an initial outline.

Through this contact with Tong Zhengyang, An Qisheng had a different understanding of his ability.

As the contact and understanding deepened, the speed of collection became faster and faster.

At this rate, it seemed that he would be able to enter Tong Zhengyang's dream soon.

"Unfortunately, I can't ask for more specific information..."

An Qisheng felt a little regretful.

Although the contact time was not long, he already knew that Tong Zhengyang was an utter evil character, moody, ruthless, and did not take ordinary people seriously at all.

Just like his name, or rather, Potter's, if he were to ask, he would definitely be mocked.

"What are you thinking about?"

Tong Zhengyang still had his eyes closed, but he noticed An Qisheng's peeping.

"I'm just wondering why no one has come to arrest us along the way? The efficiency of the Thai police shouldn't be so low."

An Qisheng withdrew his gaze and made a random excuse.

Since Tong Zhengyang had seen through his mind for the first time through his expression, he had been vigilant at all times, controlling his facial muscles, expressions, heartbeat, and blood flow very well.

With his knowledge of psychology, unless someone could directly see through people's hearts, no one could see anything from his expression.

"Is that so?"

Tong Zhengyang smiled noncommittally:

"If they catch up, you'll have room to show off."

Let me do it?

An Qisheng's heart tightened.

Massacring the Thai police would have troublesome consequences. If it spread back to the country, he would truly become a wanted criminal.

This old bastard is ruthless enough.

"Speed up."

Tong Zhengyang said lightly.

If it weren't for the Wangquan Sword (King's Authority Sword) suppressing his spirit, so that his mental power was not enough to perfectly perform the Soul Seizing Great Art, once his soul was seized, he could only be a walking corpse like Kimura Minoru.

For example, when he set sail from Fusang, if he hadn't caught a crew member in advance and forced him to set up a route for automatic navigation, Kimura Minoru, whose mind had declined sharply, would not have been able to drive the ship at all.

This was also the reason why he spared An Qisheng's life.

Before it got dark, the two abandoned the out-of-gas car and went into the mountains.

For Tong Zhengyang, no natural environment in this world could stop him, whether it was a desert or a deep sea, mountains or forests.

An Qisheng had entered the Huajin stage, and his physical strength was extraordinary, so he could barely keep up with Tong Zhengyang's unhurried pace.

When the moon was full in the sky, the two had already left Thailand.

Hoo!

Tong Zhengyang swept his sleeves, and the airflow blew away the dust and debris within a few meters.

He sat down cross-legged, ignoring An Qisheng, and closed his eyes to communicate with the Wangquan Sword.

This was his daily required task.

"Hoo!"

An Qisheng's chest heaved, he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and also sat down cross-legged.

Tong Zhengyang's speed was extremely fast. Walking like a stroll was already a bit faster than his full-speed sprint.

He had consumed a lot of physical energy along the way.

An Qisheng closed his eyes, his intestines and stomach churning violently, digesting the Bigu Dan (grain-avoidance pill) in his abdomen.

As his physical strength increased, his digestive ability was also increasing day by day. Before long, wisps of heat had spread throughout his body.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but after his physical strength had fully recovered, An Qisheng's body shook, and a bright light shone in his tightly closed perspective:

"Finally finished collecting!"