The cripple shook his head and said, "I don’t know."

Lin Fan said, "You’re lying. Tell me honestly, or I’ll make you regret it."

The cripple smiled bitterly, "Brother, I really don’t know."

Lin Fan was tired of talking nonsense with him, put him down, moved his hand to the man’s shoulder, and gave it a light squeeze, while the other hand covered his mouth in advance.

The cripple was instantly in heart-wrenching pain, but with his mouth covered, he couldn’t make a sound. Cold sweat dripped down, and his face twisted in agony.

Lin Fan waited for him to adjust to the intense pain and said, "I’ll ask you again: do you know about the Yun Sect? Tell me everything you know, or what you felt just now is just a taste. The pain that follows, I guarantee you’ve never experienced before, understand?"

The cripple, scared out of his wits, hurriedly nodded. My God, he’s nearly dying from the pain and that was just a taste.

Lin Fan then released his hand and said, "Speak."

The cripple said, "Brother, can you stop the pain first? My hand feels ruined."

He was already a cripple; if his hand was ruined too, it would be even worse.

Lin Fan said, "Answer my questions, and if I’m satisfied, I’ll relieve your pain."

With a bitter smile, the cripple had no choice but to say, "Brother, follow me."

The cripple led Lin Fan to a house. These houses were all made of wood with a unique ethnic style. Lin Fan didn’t know which ethnicity they belonged to, and the cripple’s accent was very peculiar, requiring careful listening to understand what he was saying.

Entering the house, the cripple invited Lin Fan to sit and said, "Brother, you asked if I know about the Yun Sect. I do, because I’m a spy for the Yun Sect. No one in the village knows my identity. I usually handle some external contacts for the Yun Sect."

Lin Fan said, "Then you must know the way to the Yun Sect."

"Well..." The cripple hesitated.

Lin Fan already had the answer and said, "Did anyone visit you tonight?"

The cripple said, "Yes, Miss Yun came to see me half an hour ago."

Lin Fan said, "Did she say anything to you?"

The cripple smiled bitterly, "She instructed me not to go outside tonight, no matter what noises I hear, just pretend nothing happened."

Now he’s full of regret. He was too curious and went out to look, only to be caught by Lin Fan.

Lin Fan said, "Why did she come to see you?"

The cripple said, "She took my motorcycle."

Lin Fan said, "You take me to the Yun Sect. We leave now."

The cripple immediately showed a troubled expression and said, "Brother, the Yun Sect is an isolated tribe. With my motorcycle taken by Miss Yun, the route is at least ten miles, ten miles of mountain roads. Once we cover those ten miles, the motorcycle can’t be used anymore; we’ll have to climb mountains and wade through water..."

Seeing he was crippled, bringing him along was indeed inconvenient. Lin Fan said, "Then draw me a map. I’ll find it myself."

The cripple wore a sorrowful face and said, "Brother, please spare me. If the Yun Sect finds out I gave you their location, they definitely won’t spare me. I’m doomed."

Lin Fan said, "If you don’t tell me, you’re doomed now. Do you want to try something big? I’m not in a hurry; I have time to deal with you slowly."

The cripple shivered, not daring to endure Lin Fan’s methods again. His shoulder still felt like it was being torn apart.

He regretted it deeply; if he had known, he would have followed Miss Yun’s instructions and not gone out, avoiding Lin Fan, this fiend.

The cripple had no choice but to find paper and pen, using his good hand to start drawing while explaining the route to Lin Fan. Soon, a map was completed.

"Brother, here." The cripple handed the drawn map to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan stood up and said, "No need. Keep it."

He had memorized it.

As he spoke, Lin Fan slapped the cripple on the shoulder, and the crippling pain in his shoulder vanished instantly.

The cripple moved his arm and found it completely healed, astonishing him. This young man was truly incredible. If he was here to cause trouble, then the Yun Sect was in for some.

But the cripple soon calmed himself. While Lin Fan was impressive, it was still the Yun Sect. Even if Lin Fan was powerful, he was just one person. How could he stand against the Yun Sect alone?

"Brother, if you’re looking for trouble with the Yun Sect, I advise you not to go. You’re undoubtedly seeking death," the cripple advised.

Lin Fan just smiled, not answering the cripple, and then left his house.

Ten miles. Considering the difficulty of the mountain road, riding an electric bike would take about 15 minutes, a motorcycle a bit faster, 5 to 10 minutes. On foot, according to the world record for a ten-mile run, it’s 12 minutes and 35 seconds.

But Lin Fan covered this ten miles in just 5 minutes.

Faster than the world record holder by 7 minutes.

Lin Fan found it nothing special. Any slightly skilled martial artist could cover ten miles within 10 minutes. Experts like Yun Qingyao at Hidden Sect Level could shorten this to around 5 minutes.

Under normal circumstances, Yun Qingyao wouldn’t need to borrow a motorcycle from the cripple for a 5-minute journey. For a martial artist, that’s just fussiness.

But Yun Qingyao’s dantian was still under Lin Fan’s control. She couldn’t even knock out a taxi driver in one strike. Ordinarily, the driver wouldn’t have seen her leave; a single move from her would render him unconscious.

For Yun Qingyao now, ten miles was too challenging. Forget about the world-record holder, she wasn’t even faster than some ordinary people; she’d take half an hour for ten miles.

She was racing against time to get to the Yun Sect and didn’t want to waste a minute.

Lin Fan stopped before a cliff, his gaze on the ground. The ground bore traces of a motorcycle. Judging from the tracks, they were new, but no motorcycle was in sight.

Lin Fan glanced over the cliff. The dense fog and darkness made visibility zero. Most likely, Yun Qingyao had pushed the motorcycle over the cliff.

Lin Fan was undisturbed, assessed the area, then turned into the nearby forest. From this point on, any vehicle was useless, and the journey had to continue on foot. One must admit, the Yun Sect was well hidden. No land vehicle could reach them; it would take a plane, and even then, without knowing the exact location, finding them would be hard. These are the Ten Thousand Mountains after all, and finding a not-so-large tribe, an intentionally hidden tribe, is no easy task.

Lin Fan walked a while, noting how difficult it was to discern this path. It seemed Yun Sect folks rarely ventured out; no recognizable path was trodden. Fortunately, Lin Fan had the cripple’s guidance, and he soon found traces nearby.

Evidently, these were traces left by Yun Qingyao, but Lin Fan quickly discovered there were two sets of traces!

This meant besides Yun Qingyao, another person had entered these woods tonight!