Chaotic Sword God Chapter 204: Ming Dong

Although the man Jian Chen had rescued wasn’t dead, he was still on the verge of dying. This small mountainside village wasn’t able to find any sort of high quality medicine to help treat the man’s wounds, so Jian Chen could only rely on the light Saint Force to save his life.

Under the treatment of the light Saint Force, Jian Chen was able to force the man away from the beckoning of Yanluo Wang. Just as his health stabilized, Jian Chen stopped using the light Saint Force since he had no desire to reveal that he could utilize the light Saint Force. That also meant the man’s wounds would not be healed in a single motion.

TL Note: Yanluo Wang is the equivalent of Yama https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yama_(East_Asia)

Standing in front of the bed, Jian Chen looked over the man only to see the blue robes he was wearing. From his appearance, the man looked to be around 28 years old and was quite handsome.

Suddenly, the youth’s eyes began to blink open as the pupils inside searched all around. Finally, his eyes landed upon Jian Chen with a confused look before realizing that he was safe.

“Are you the one who saved me?” He asked Jian Chen weakly.

Nodding his head, Jian Chen replied, “That’s right, it was me.”

“Many thanks for saving me. This one is truly grateful and will return the favor.” The youth then responded.

Jian Chen gave a small smile before saying, “For now, don’t say anything, let alone repaying me. I too was saved by someone, so like you, we are quite similar.”

The youth had a mild smile on his face as he heard those words, “This one is called Ming Dong, might I know how to call my benefactor?”

Jian Chen sat on a stool near the window and replied, “You can call me Jian Chen, no need to call me benefactor.”

“Your wounds are still very severe, if it weren’t for me bringing you down the mountain and using some medicine, you would have woken up at the yellow springs in half a day.”

Ming Dong’s eyes gained a sudden spark of intense hatred as he bit his lips and spat, “These wounds of mine, sooner or later I will pay

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