C93 Martial Cultivator
C93 Martial Cultivator
The driver, Ning Xiaolei, drove very steadily.
With the matter of Du Family sending people to kill them, Ning Xiaolei was especially cautious.
The car was the most important person in his life, and he would not let anything happen to them.
Halfway there, Ning Xiaolei suddenly saw a group of people in front of him. Something seemed to have happened.
With rapt attention, Zhang Xuan could vaguely see a person lying in the midst of the crowd.
"A car accident?"
Ning Xiaolei was curious, but he didn't see any parked cars nearby.
Ning Xiaolei frowned as he thought about it. He decided to check out the situation.
After parking the car on the road, Ning Xiaolei said something to his parents and opened the door.
The person in the middle was an old man. Strangely enough, the old man was wearing an ancient robe which made him look out of place.
The old man was covered in blood, his face was pale and his breath was weak. However, it did not seem like he was in a car accident.
Ning Xiaolei frowned as he glanced at the old man. Under the surprised gazes of the surrounding people, he squatted down and helped the old man up.
"Young man, stop messing around. What if I beat you up?"
"That's right, we can't just throw it away even if we have the money."
"Yeah, it's not often like this right now!"
The surrounding people started a flurry of discussions as they tried to dissuade Ning Xiaolei.
Ning Xiaolei shook his head in amusement and said, "Bullsh * t. We can't just stand there and watch him die. I believe that old man isn't such a person."
"Cough cough. Young man, thank you, but I … I can't do it anymore, this injury is very hard to treat, there's no need … "A waste of effort!"
The old man opened his eyes weakly. He looked at Ning Xiaolei with a wry smile and shook his head slightly.
Ning Xiaolei smiled and said, "That might not be the case. I'll take you to the car and send you to the hospital."
With that, he picked up the old man and walked to the car by the roadside.
Ye Tine, Ning Dali, and the rest had already opened their doors when they saw this.
After placing the old man on the seat, Ning Xiaolei took out his phone, pulled it a few times and extracted a Yellow Pill.
He had already inspected the old man's condition earlier. With the old man's injuries, he was afraid that he wouldn't survive the hospital.
But he had the healing panacea, Yellow Pill, so he wasn't worried at all.
Walking to the old man's side, Ning Xiaolei took out the Yellow Pill and fed it to him.
In the space of a few breaths, the old man's face had turned red, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
"I've recovered?" The old man's face was filled with disbelief as he looked at Ning Xiaolei in shock.
Seeing Ning Xiaolei's calm expression, the old man's face suddenly changed. He asked in shock, "Who are you, why did you save me?"
"Do you still need a reason to save someone? Seeing that you're about to die, I saved someone?"
Ning Xiaolei was stunned. What kind of logic was this!
The old man frowned and looked at Ning Xiaolei a few times. He asked, "Same person?"
"No, old man, what do you mean by that? What do you mean, 'not on the same path'?"
Ning Xiaolei was speechless. Forget about the strange attire the old man was wearing. He was speaking in a language he did not understand.
"How could the medicine of a normal person instantly heal my wounds just now? Little brother, are you a martial artist?"
The old man's eyes narrowed as he changed his way of speaking.
Ning Xiaolei was stunned. His eyes revealed surprise as he nodded and said, "You can say that. Could it be that you too, old man?"
Ning Xiaolei curiously looked at the old man in front of him. This was the first time he saw a martial cultivator on Earth.
Other than the elusive cultivator, there were also cultivators on Earth. Unlike the cultivator, cultivators often roamed the mortal world, and even normal people knew of their existence.
The old man didn't answer Ning Xiaolei's question. Instead, he asked, "Little brother, which sect or sect do you belong to?"