Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 383 The Small World Underground

Li Hanhai looked at Xu Tian, ​​sighed softly, and showed a helpless expression on his face, but he still patiently explained: "This is not a coffin. There are therapeutic drugs in it that can allow Lin Feng to recover quickly. This is our most advanced treatment cabin with magical healing powers." His eyes were full of confidence and determination, as if showing everyone their high-tech achievements that were beyond ordinary people's understanding.

Upon hearing this, Xu Tian realized his impulsiveness and an embarrassed expression crossed his face. A flicker of regret flashed through his eyes, and he scratched his head, unsure what to do. Then, Chen Yu stepped forward, tugged at Xu Tian's shirt, and said to Li Hanhai, "Thank you, Immortal, for treating Lin Feng!" His attitude was sincere and genuine, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes, and he bowed slightly.

Li Hanhai nodded slightly and said, "Lin Feng's injuries are too serious. It may take two or three days for him to wake up. I hope you can wait patiently." He turned his gaze to Zhang Shengli, with a hint of asking and respect in his eyes.

Zhang Shengli understood what he meant. He raised his head slightly, cleared his throat, and announced loudly: "The purpose of this competition is for Lin Feng to last for a whole incense stick under the master of Huangtian Pavilion. Now that Lin Feng has done it, I declare that Lin Feng wins this competition." His voice was majestic and solemn, echoing around the martial arts stage like a huge bell, reaching everyone's ears, making people feel awe.

Then, Zhang Shengli looked at Chen Xiner with a smile and kindness in his eyes, and asked, "Chen Xiner, I have arranged your marriage. Do you have any objections?"

Chen Xiner's face instantly turned red with shame, and the blush spread from her cheeks to her ears. She slowly knelt down with gentle and graceful movements, and said to Zhang Shengli, "I thank the Emperor." Her voice was as soft as a nightingale, with shyness and joy, but her heart was full of longing and happiness for a future with Lin Feng and a lifetime of companionship.

Zhang Shengli nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Okay! I grant a marriage to Lin Feng and Chen Xiner. If you two have no objection, we can choose a date for the wedding."

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding crowd erupted in deafening cheers. Everyone offered their blessings to the newlyweds, their faces filled with joy. Zhang Zhichen was also cheering in the crowd, his eyes tinged with envy and relief. He looked at Chen Xiner and Lin Feng, who was placed in the treatment chamber on the martial arts stage, and silently wished them well.

Chen Xin'er ignored the others' cheers. She slowly walked over to Lin Feng's side. Through the transparent glass, she looked at the blood-soaked Lin Feng. Her eyes were filled with heartache and love. She gently raised her hand and stroked Lin Feng's face through the glass, her fingers trembling slightly, as if she were touching the most precious treasure in the world. A gentle smile played on her lips, but tears welled in her eyes. Those tears sparkled in the sunlight, as if at this moment, the whole world was left with only her and Lin Feng, and everything else had vanished into nothingness.

The competition concluded, and the crowd gradually dispersed, retreating like the tide, leaving only the slightly empty and silent arena. Everyone returned to the palace, except Chen Xin'er, who remained, quietly accompanying Lin Feng. She sat beside the treatment cabin, her eyes never leaving Lin Feng's face, as if guarding a sleeping prince. A nearby robot stood quietly by, its eyes flickering from time to time, constantly monitoring Lin Feng's condition, like a loyal guard.

Chen Yu and Xu Tian didn't go too far away. They found a place to sit down not far away. From time to time, they looked at Chen Xiner and Lin Feng, with a hint of concern and responsibility in their eyes.

The dome of the palace is covered with colorful murals. Under the bright candlelight, the characters in myths and legends seem to come alive, overlooking this feast in the world.

Yet, within the interstellar battleship, far from the hustle and bustle of the palace, a completely different scene unfolded. Within the ship's cabin, a variety of instruments and equipment gleamed with a cold glow, their wiring crisscrossing like an intricate spiderweb. Ping Zilan, like a graceful and focused dancer, stood gracefully before a vast console covered in delicate buttons and displays. Her long, lustrous black hair was neatly tied back, a few strands falling on either side of her fair face, adding a touch of softness and grace. Her gaze, like the starry night sky, fixed intently and resolutely on the console's constantly flickering data and the shifting lights and shadows on the screen. Her slender fingers danced lightly across the keys, as if playing a silent yet mysteriously powerful melody.

As her nimble fingers manipulated, data streamed back from the palace by Lin Rongxuan converged and solidified on the screen, like magical elements imbued with life, gradually constructing a three-dimensional image that was virtually identical to the actual palace. Every eaves and brackets, every carved door and window, even every brick and stone texture, was clearly visible in the interweaving of light and shadow, a lifelike image, as if a palace light-years away had been transported faithfully to this cold, technologically-charged warship.

But Ping Zilan's exploration didn't stop there. Curiosity and perseverance gleamed in her eyes as she continued to delve deeper into the data's mysteries. After a flurry of increasingly complex manipulations, she successfully simulated the unknown world beneath the palace, shrouded in endless darkness and mystery. Within the slightly blurry yet captivating simulation, a faint, mysterious energy seemed to surge quietly, like a flickering light in the darkness. Ping Zilan keenly noticed this subtle shift. Her willow-like brows furrowed slightly, a glint of confusion and excitement flashing in her eyes. She quickly activated a more sophisticated detection instrument, conducting a comprehensive scan and analysis of the mysterious area.

After an intense and meticulous exploration, shocking results emerged: within the mysterious little world beneath the palace, dozens of extremely faint signs of life existed. Ping Zilan took a deep breath, calming her inner turmoil. She then quickly transmitted this valuable data to Lin Rongxuan, opening the communication channel. In her gentle yet firm voice, she said, "Lin Rongxuan, there's a small world beneath the palace you visited. There are dozens of faint signs of life within, seven of which resemble the elderly."

Meanwhile, back in the palace, Lin Rongxuan and Mu Yuhan simultaneously received Ping Zilan's message via their communication devices, hidden beneath their spacesuit helmets. Mu Yuhan's deep, luminous eyes flashed with surprise and curiosity. He tilted his head slightly, his ears twitching slightly, clearly having heard Ping Zilan's words. Lin Rongxuan and Mu Yuhan exchanged a glance, their understanding mutual. Almost simultaneously, they both reached out and disabled their spacesuits' internal and external communication functions, activating the radio to maintain confidentiality.