Chapter 7: You Can’t Judge a Book by Its Cover

This time, after Lei Qing recovered his full Fighting Qi, he only felt that the Qi Sea in his lower abdomen was bulging and swelling, filled with Fighting Qi. His whole person also became spirited, as if he had never been injured. The fatal wound on his lower abdomen had also mostly healed under various circumstances; he only needed to use Fighting Qi to heal it a bit more and rest quietly for a few days to fully recover.

Strong practitioners who cultivated Fighting Qi were completely different from ordinary people. Because of their power ful physiques, they were not easy to kill when injured, and their wound recovery ability was also extremely strong. In addition, using Fighting Qi to burn and warm the wound could also stimulate life factors to speed up metabolism, greatly accelerating the speed of recovery.

Overnight, Lei Qing’s injuries had actually healed by seventy or eighty percent. He also sighed slightly; most of the credit had to go to the ancient Jade Pendant on his chest. Every time he was injured, that Jade Pendant would emit energy to heal his wounds. Otherwise, given that Lei Qing used to be a spoiled pretty boy who couldn’t suffer, how could he have constantly escaped with his life from the cunning old warriors of the mercenary group, and even had the ability to fight back and seek a breakthrough?

Obviously, the Jade Pendant had saved him again this time. Through his leather armor, Lei Qing gently stroked the Jade Pendant on his chest, and his expression inevitably held some gloom. Although this Jade Pendant was a rare treasure, it was the only thing left to him by his biological father, whom he had never met. Back then, his father had carried him in swaddling clothes, returned to the Lei Family, handed him over to his uncle, and then disappeared again the next day.

As for his mother, Lei Qing felt even more lost, not even knowing who his mother was.

This escape to the other side of the Hengduan Mountains certainly had the purpose of avoiding pursuit, but at the same time, Lei Qing also wanted to find an old friend of his father’s to inquire about his father’s traces. Whether he was dead or alive, there had to be some news.

Lei Qing knew deeply that this was not the time to lament these things. He opened his eyes, looked at Zuo Qianqian who was shivering from the cold and roasting by the fire, and the corners of his mouth could not help but reveal a slight smile. It was this little girl who had saved him. Moreover, this little girl was completely different from those girls in the Imperial Capital who were either spoiled and weak or arrogant and domineering.

As if instinctively sensing Lei Qing’s gaze, Zuo Qianqian turned her head alertly and quickly, but then immediately revealed a smile: “Big Brother, you’ve woken up from your meditation? That’s great. Eh? Why is your face so dirty, all black?” Previously, when she was healing Lei Qing and using a snow bag to lower his temperature, she had already seen Lei Qing’s appearance clearly. With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, he was very handsome. Coupled with the tempering he had undergone, the childish softness was gone from his face, replaced by some mature ruggedness, which naturally made Zuo Qianqian, who was still a young girl, feel a greatly increased fondness for him.

He had to admit that sometimes being handsome and good-looking was still somewhat useful. If Lei Qing had looked ugly and crude, Zuo Qianqian might still have saved him, but she definitely would not have taken care of him so attentively, carefully protecting him, lowering his temperature, making soup for him, and guarding him without leaving for a moment, let alone showing such concern.

Lei Qing wiped his face; it was indeed black and very dirty, but he instead smiled happily: “I advanced in rank. After stronger life factors grow inside the body, some declining life factors will die and be excreted.” As he spoke, he also scooped up some snow and first wiped his face clean. He revealed that slightly rugged, handsome, and clean face. Because his injuries were mostly healed, his face also gained some healthy redness.

Zuo Qianqian, who grew up in a remote small mountain village, was naturally seeing a young, handsome, and spirited man for the first time. Moreover, Lei Qing had grown up in the Imperial Capital, and his body naturally exuded a unique temperament. At Zuo Qianqian’s age, she had reached the time of first awakening of love, and a small, young heart could not help but beat slightly faster.

She could not help blushing slightly and said with her head down: “Big Brother, you are so amazing. You actually used a sword to fight in close combat and killed the Scar-Head Wolf. By the way, Big Brother, what is your name?”

“Oh, it was truly rude of me. My name is Lei Qing. Thank you, Miss Qianqian, for saving my life.” Lei Qing put away his smiling face and bowed seriously and sincerely: “I, Lei Qing, will never forget this kindness for the rest of my life and will definitely repay it.” Saying that, he took off the tattered cotton robe from his body and helped Zuo Qianqian put it on.

“Brother Lei, you don’t need to be polite. You killed the Scar-Head Wolf, which also eliminated a great harm for hundreds of miles around. Speaking of which, we should be grateful to you.” Zuo Qianqian became a little shy and at a loss, lowering her head and letting Lei Qing help her put on the cotton robe.

“Let’s not talk about this. I have some enemies chasing me from behind.” Lei Qing looked around solemnly and said: “This is not a place to stay for long. I must immediately erase the traces here and then move to a secluded place.” After saying that, Lei Qing began to clear the traces.

These were all lessons from the education Lei Qing had received since childhood, but he had never practiced them before. Only in these past few months, after suffering the hardships of being hunted, had his anti-tracking ability improved by leaps and bounds. That troublesome Ghost Wolf Scott was his best teacher.

Just as Lei Qing started cleaning, Zuo Qianqian also began to help. What surprised Lei Qing a little was that this little girl seemed to have a knack for anti-tracking as well; she was very skilled at clearing traces, looking like she was very familiar with it.

“Qianqian, you also know about tracking and anti-tracking?” Lei Qing asked somewhat strangely while working.

“Mhm, Grandpa taught me everything.” Zuo Qianqian answered directly without any scheming, and then said with a little pride: “Brother Lei, don’t look down on Qianqian. Qianqian is a good hunter, very good at tracking various prey, and also knows archery, ambushes, and traps.”

Lei Qing felt a bit ashamed; sure enough, children from poor families had to grow up early. When he was her age, he only knew how to skip classes, fight, drink, and cause trouble with a bunch of dubious friends, even flirting with girls. He was a standard hedonistic son of a rich family. The title of Young Master Lei, the Ninth Young Master, became famous from that time. If that incident hadn’t happened, he would probably still be walking horses and playing with dogs in the Imperial Capital, living a carefree life as a dandy young master. Although his parents were not around, his uncle and aunt doted on him, loving him even more than their own son.

“Brother Lei, you don’t believe me?” Seeing him silent, Zuo Qianqian misunderstood a little, pouted her small mouth, and said angrily: “Actually, I came out this time to find a way to hunt the Scar-Head Wolf, but you beat me to it.”

This time, Lei Qing was really surprised and couldn’t help staring: “What? You can defeat that Entry-rank Bronze alpha wolf?” He looked her up and down in surprise; looking at her energy, she seemed very weak, not even reaching the Black Iron-rank. It would be good if she could handle one or two ordinary adult men, so how could she possibly beat the alpha wolf?

“Giggle, Brother Lei, you are so silly. Who told you that hunting must be done head-on with swords?” Zuo Qianqian smiled, used her little finger to pull down her eyelid, and cutely stuck out her tongue to mock him: “Can’t people set traps? Use traps to kill the Scar-Head Wolf? However, the Scar-Head Wolf is very cunning. I hunted it several times, but it cunningly saw through the traps every time. It is simply too sensitive to smells.” Saying that, she sighed with some regret.

Lei Qing was both shocked and impressed. Indeed, traps could be used to hunt Demonic Beasts. But this was not an easy task; one had to be very strong in tracking, anti-tracking, and trap-making. Otherwise, if the hunt failed, one might be counter-hunted. Demonic Beasts were very intelligent and had extremely strong survival instincts. This Zuo Qianqian had fought with the Scar-Head Wolf several times, and she didn’t seem to have suffered any losses, which showed that she really had some skills.

If he were as skilled in anti-tracking techniques as she was, he wouldn’t have suffered so much these days. Fortunately, Lei Qing had counter-killed the Ghost Wolf Scott at the last moment. Otherwise, having been severely injured and fallen into a coma by the alpha wolf this time, he would not have escaped the Ghost Wolf Scott’s clutches.

Sure enough, you can’t judge a book by its cover; Lei Qing learned another lesson. Just like that An Feifei, on the surface, she looked like a tender and fresh young wife like a big cabbage, delicate and charming, but once in a frontal battle, she was as violent as a madman.

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