Medical Sage

It was undeniable. Dumbledore Barton, the strongest of the Greek Barton Family, along with his two followers—both S+-Level Peak Paladins—were all prominent figures in the Western Dark World. And yet now? In the blink of an eye, Chen Fei had defeated every single one of them! It had been a complete and utter rout.

If the power gap wasn’t so vast, so utterly despair-inducing, would Great Mage Dumbledore have begged for mercy? Would he have cut off his own arm? Impossible!

”How many Magic Gold Coins did your Barton Family bring for the Ashford Family’s auction?” However, our Young Master Chen disregarded the shocked expressions around him. While waving the Mystic Stone Mirror back to him, he casually asked Dumbledore.

ROAR!

The mud serpent formed from the Mystic Stone Mirror let out a tremendous roar. Its massive body shuddered, and it instantly reverted to the Mystic Stone Mirror’s original form, floating back into Chen Fei’s hands. He promptly stored it away.

”Magic… Magic Gold Coins?”

Hearing Chen Fei’s question, Great Mage Dumbledore was stunned for a moment before reacting. With a tremble in his voice, he stammered, ”Re-respected sir, we brought a total of twelve thousand Magic Gold Coins this time. If… if you’re interested, I’ll go back and bring them to you right away.” A single Magic Gold Coin was the size of two or three thumbs. Twelve thousand of them? Of course, he couldn’t possibly carry that many on his person.

”Then you can get lost! And remember, behave yourselves when you see people from the East in the future. Otherwise, not everyone will be as reasonable as I am,” Chen Fei said impatiently, waving his hand dismissively as if shooing a fly.

”Yes, yes, I’ll get lost right now, right now...” As if granted a great reprieve, Great Mage Dumbledore continued to tremble. He had his men pick up the two unconscious Paladins and scramble away.

Clearly, he wasn’t willing to stay for another second.

”Whew, that’s settled.”

Watching the Barton Family flee in a disheveled panic, our Young Master Chen clapped his hands, a friendly smile finally spreading across his face. He waved to Blisto, Ovilia, and the others not far away. ”Hey, what are you all doing standing so far away? The fight’s over. Come on over.”

”Ah, oh… Yes! Respected Mr. Chen!”

Hearing Chen Fei’s call, Duke Ovilia, old Earl Aikenal, and the others finally snapped out of their stupor. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with utter disbelief and profound fear.

Blisto, in particular, was like a new recruit standing before a five-star general. He didn’t dare to raise his eyes, didn’t know where to put his hands, and stood bolt upright. It couldn’t be helped; hearing about something was one thing, but witnessing it firsthand was another entirely!

Dumbledore Barton, the strongest of the Greek Barton Family, was the Grand Mage of Light! In terms of actual Combat Power, perhaps even a peak Grand Duke of the Blood Clan would be forced to bow their head before him. He was a true titan of the Western Dark World! But look what happened. This powerful Great Mage, along with two S+-Level Peak Paladins, had been so effortlessly and casually defeated by Chen Fei!

If he had truly intended to kill them, they might all be dead by now!

This...

The shock in their hearts refused to subside. Their hearts pounded and their breathing grew heavy; they didn’t even have the courage to look up at Chen Fei’s face. They were utterly cowed.

Only Duke Ovilia seemed to be the most composed. As he watched Chen Fei’s smiling face, awe and admiration flashed in his eyes. He couldn’t help but say, ”You truly live up to your name, Mr. Chen. Even a Grand Mage of Light like Dumbledore was no match for you! If word of this got out, I don’t know how many people would refuse to believe it.”

”You’ve probably just let him cast too big of a shadow over your hearts,” Chen Fei laughed noncommittally, then added with a purse of his lips, ”Light Magic counters your Blood Clan, but it doesn’t counter me. Besides, don’t forget that Jack the Blade also died by my hand. I don’t think their strength was that different.”

”Sigh, it can’t be helped.”

Hearing Chen Fei’s words, Duke Ovilia seemed to find some truth in them. He shook his head and sighed. ”Those damned light energies are too effective against our Blood Clan. Unless one can break through to the legendary Prince Realm…”

”A Blood Clan Prince?” Chen Fei asked, pausing slightly with a hint of curiosity.

”An SSS-Level powerhouse,” Duke Ovilia explained. ”Our Blood Clan’s S-Level powerhouses are called Dukes, and SS-Level powerhouses are called Grand Dukes! The legendary SSS-Level powerhouses are known as Princes! Legend says that only by reaching that fabled realm can our Blood Clan finally cease to fear the light. Unfortunately, I doubt I’ll ever achieve that in my lifetime.” Melancholy clouded his face as he spoke.

”Nothing is impossible. If you don’t even have the courage to dream of it, then it truly becomes impossible,” Chen Fei said flatly, his tone disapproving.

For people like us, the most precious thing is ambition. If you don’t even have desire, if you’re too afraid to even dream, then what’s the point of living?

Upon hearing Chen Fei’s placid words, Duke Ovilia couldn’t help but shudder violently. Just then, Young Master Chen seemed to sense something. His eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed into the distance.

”You all go on ahead,” he said, a faint smile playing on his lips.

”We go ahead? But you...” Blisto began, taken aback.

”Am I going to get lost? You go on inside. Remember to get the Magic Gold Coins from the Barton Family. I’ll find you in the castle later,” Chen Fei said with a smile.

”But...”

Blisto tried to say more but was cut off by Duke Ovilia. ”Enough. Mr. Chen has his own business to attend to. Why are you pestering him? Mr. Chen, we’ll go on ahead then. The Ashford Family has prepared accommodations for all the major families and powers. When you arrive, you just need to ask one of the Ashford family’s servants to find us.”

”Then we shall take our leave,” he said, bowing slightly to Chen Fei before leading Blisto and the others away.

”Whew, looks like more trouble is headed my way.”

After watching Duke Ovilia and his group depart, Chen Fei once again looked up toward a certain point in the sky. An unreadable smile touched his lips as he muttered to himself.

Then, with a SWOOSH, he shot forward, becoming a dark shadow that zigzagged under the cover of night before disappearing into the depths of the canyon.

At that very moment, in the night sky directly above the Ashford family’s underground castle in the Peiersido Grand Canyon, a point of light flashed like a black shooting star, forming a cross in the sky!

The point of light then moved, heading in the same direction Chen Fei had taken into the depths of the canyon.

In the rugged depths of the Peiersido Grand Canyon, a dark passageway was flanked by towering cliffs that blocked all light. The darkness within could not escape the canopy of night, creating an unnaturally silent and frigid atmosphere. Any ordinary person would likely be too terrified to even take a step here.

But at that moment, atop the highest point of a sheer cliff, a young man with an Eastern face stood proudly under the gloomy night sky, his eyes fixed on the space directly above him.

A dim point of light was plummeting straight down, growing larger and clearer with every passing second!

BANG!

Finally, within his squinted eyes, the dim light resolved into a human-sized shadow that slammed heavily into the ground not far from him, just a few meters away, kicking up a massive shockwave of dust and debris.

As the dust slowly settled, Chen Fei’s eyes narrowed.

In the center of the dust cloud stood a gaunt old man in a dark gold suit, a creepy, sinister smile on his face. He seemed ancient. Only a few dozen strands of grass-like hair remained on his head, and his pale, unhealthy face was a mass of heavy wrinkles.

But what was most disconcerting was the pair of demonic, blood-red wings extending from his back. They unfurled to at least four or five meters long and one or two meters high, so massive they blotted out the moon and the night sky. They were sharp-edged and menacing, exuding a terrifying, sinister aura.

Then, with a sickening squelch, the menacing wings writhed and slowly retracted back into his body.

”Ah, I’m getting old. Even a casual stroll feels tiring,” the emaciated old man finally spoke. His deep, blood-red eyes narrowed, focusing on Chen Fei’s face as he chuckled, his posture stooped. ”Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Howard Ashford, so you can call me Old Howard.”

”You’re certainly old, but ’tired’...? If a casual stroll is tiring for you, what hope is there for the rest of your Blood Clan? Old Howard… or should I say, Your Highness, the Prince?” Chen Fei’s eyes also narrowed, his voice slowing before rising into a sharp, smiling question.

A Prince! Ovilia had just mentioned them, and now one has shown up right in front of me... No wonder the Ashford Family, though also one of the great Mafia families like the Brad Family, is so much more powerful! So it’s because they have a living Blood Clan Prince...

”If you wish to address me that way, I certainly wouldn’t mind. However, shouldn’t you introduce yourself, young man? It’s possible your elders and I are old acquaintances, *cough, cough... cough, cough, cough...*” Old Howard grinned with implication as he inched slightly closer to Chen Fei.

The Blood Clan were among the longest-lived species on Earth; naturally, they had seen and experienced more than most. He was more than qualified to make such a statement. He likely knew every old monster still remaining on this planet, with the sole exception of those from that other world, the one not of Earth. At his age and level of power, he stood at the very pinnacle of this world. What secrets could possibly remain hidden from him?