Medical Sage

The dark red Hell Flame burned everything to ash, leaving behind a horrifying trail. A faint, scorching shockwave spread out from the collapsed and shattered land, and even the air seemed to move aside for it. The scene caused the sole spectator, Holy Magister Melsdom, to stare with wide, unblinking eyes.

Clearly, the sight left him completely dumbfounded. A chill ran down his spine, especially since he himself had almost been killed by Wenn Yongshou just moments before. But now? The very man who had nearly taken his life was being crushed right before his eyes, incinerated by a mass of flames that could only be described as terrifying. The shock of this reality was simply too much for him.

However, for Chen Fei, this was an anticipated outcome. He had already set a trap for his opponent, just waiting to see if he would fall into it. Who would have thought the man would be so foolish as to show not even the slightest respect or wariness toward him? In that case, who was there to blame?

After all, if Wenn Yongshou hadn’t been so contemptuous and arrogant, eliminating him so easily would have been no simple task. A cultivator at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer was no weakling, especially when equipped with the Low-Grade Magic Artifact, the Black Ruler, which could place him among the most powerful individuals on Earth.

But unfortunately, no matter how strong he was, when his power fell completely into the fearsome Three-Headed Hellhound, it proved to be far too fragile.

As expected of a Mid-Grade Magic Artifact. It really is so much more powerful than a Low-Grade one, Chen Fei sighed inwardly. No wonder they say that in the Cultivation World, Mid-Grade Magic Artifacts are powerful weapons that only Late Stage Qi Refining Powerhouses are truly qualified to wield. Its might completely disregarded more than half of the Black Light Shield’s defense and pierced right through. Truly horrifying!

”You... you really killed him?”

At that moment, Holy Magister Melsdom finally recovered from his shock. But when he looked at Chen Fei again, his expression was no longer calm. His eyes were now filled with reverence and awe.

He genuinely couldn’t fathom it. In a short exchange of only one or two rounds, Wenn Yongshou—the man who had nearly killed him—had been slain by Chen Fei. His corpse was burned to jet-black ash. He knew this was a true and utter death, for even he could no longer sense the slightest hint of Wenn Yongshou’s aura. This stark reality sent a tremor of fear through him.

After all, to eliminate Wenn Yongshou in such a dominant fashion would require a terrifying level of power and strategy.

”Of course. Didn’t you watch from start to finish, Holy Magister? Are you alright?” Chen Fei smiled, turning his gaze to Melsdom.

”Uh, my... my injuries are a bit troublesome, but I’m better now. You saved me; I won’t die,” Melsdom replied, looking a bit embarrassed. He then addressed Chen Fei with a much more respectful attitude. It was obvious his opinion of Young Master Chen had changed dramatically.

”I’m glad you’re fine. As for your recovery, you’ll have to rely on yourself, Holy Magister. The paths of our Cultivation are entirely different,” Chen Fei said. His eyes flashed as he asked, ”What’s the situation outside? How did you end up being chased by those two alone, and so seriously injured?”

”We’ve all been tricked!” At the mention of it, a grim rage crossed Holy Magister Melsdom’s face. He ground his teeth and said, ”This is a trap set by the Brad Family. All of us who were invited have become prey for those despicable, scheming beasts! The Wenn Family Brothers have sided with them and wanted to kill me as well.”

”A trap?” Upon hearing this, Chen Fei paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he had guessed something.

He then began to mutter strangely to himself, as if speaking to someone only he could hear.

It seems you were right. That guy must be about to be resurrected, isn’t he?

Let him be resurrected, a cold voice, belonging to Zhen Jingkong, echoed from within Chen Fei’s sea of consciousness, laced with resentment. It’s a perfect chance to settle old scores. If it weren’t for that beast, I would have returned to the Cultivation World long ago. How did I end up in such a deplorable state? Yes, if the Flame Demon General hadn’t ambushed him and nearly killed him, he would have healed his wounds and returned to the Cultivation World for revenge by now. How could he have been tragically reduced to a prisoner? For someone as proud and talented as he once was, this was the greatest shame of his life, deeply engraved upon his very soul.

This doesn’t seem like my fault, does it? Chen Fei retorted internally, able to sense the resentment in Zhen Jingkong’s words. But I’m not the one to blame. I was the one who was nearly killed when you tried to take over my body. If you had chosen to talk things out, perhaps we could have been partners by now, right?

Hearing this, Zhen Jingkong fell silent within the sea of consciousness. After a long moment, he finally spoke again, changing the subject. Go and retrieve my two Lifebound Magical Treasures. Clearly, he had no desire to dwell on what was already done and make himself more miserable.

Talk? Zhen Jingkong thought. How could I possibly ’talk’ with a Qi Refining Realm brat who was nothing more than an ant in my eyes? Isn’t that ridiculous?

But the world was a cruel place. No one could have ever imagined that this very same boy, who should have been an ant, would harbor something so terrifying within him.

”What... what resurrection? Mr. Chen, what are you talking about? I don’t quite understand,” Holy Magister Melsdom said, understandably puzzled by Chen Fei’s muttering.

”Ah, oh, it’s nothing,” Chen Fei said, snapping back to reality. He offered a casual smile and added, ”Why don’t you wait here a moment, Holy Magister? I need to retrieve something from in there.” As he spoke, he pointed toward the exquisite pavilion in the center of the hall and started walking toward it.

Hearing this, Holy Magister Melsdom hesitated for a moment. He looked at Chen Fei’s back, gritted his teeth, and painfully pushed himself up to follow. In his current state, staying close to Chen Fei was the safest and most secure option.

As Chen Fei reached the doors of the Ice True Pavilion, he spotted an inconspicuous, old altar in a corner near the entrance. Resting on it was a yellowed, archaic scroll about several feet long. It flickered with a dim light, suggesting it was no ordinary item. He immediately changed course and walked toward it.

”What is this?”

As Chen Fei stood before the old altar and picked up the yellow scroll, a peculiar, cold stream quietly flowed from it into his palm. If not for his cautious and observant nature, he might have missed it entirely.

A worthless thing, was Zhen Jingkong’s dismissive reply, which made Chen Fei pause.

Worthless?

The more Zhen Jingkong dismissed it, the more curious Chen Fei became. He tossed the scroll into the air, and after a few tumbles, it unfurled with a WHOOSH.

The scroll depicted a lifelike scene of an evil-looking man sitting atop a vast boulder, gazing at majestic mountains in the distance. More importantly, although only half of the man’s wicked face was shown, his features immediately reminded Chen Fei of the giant, ghostly, ice-blue face he had seen in his sea of consciousness—Zhen Jingkong’s face. At this thought, a smile curved his lips and he chuckled. ”I was wondering what this could be. I never thought it’d be a self-portrait. I didn’t realize you were so narcissistic.”

So this so-called worthless thing was this. Chen Fei truly hadn’t expected that this deep and cunning old fox had such a side to him.

”That is not me,” Zhen Jingkong’s cold voice immediately followed.

”Not you?” Chen Fei was stunned. ”Then who is it?”

”My elder brother,” Zhen Jingkong replied, his voice growing even colder. ”He is the person I want to kill most.”

”The person you want to kill most!?”

Chen Fei was thoroughly shocked, not expecting such an answer at all.

His gaze fell back upon the portrait, and he finally saw its ’secret’. Rendered in ice-blue traces as fine as strands of hair was the character for ’KILL’, shockingly dominating a large portion of the painting. The impact was intense, sending a chill down his spine and through the soles of his feet.

His neck instinctively recoiled, startled by the word and the powerful, murderous intent it contained.

Looks like I touched something I shouldn’t have, Chen Fei thought with a dry laugh. He quickly rolled up the scroll and placed it back on the altar.

He then walked around the ancient altar and headed for the pavilion’s main door.

”Are your two Lifebound Magical Treasures in here?”

Gazing at the dust-covered doors of the loft, Chen Fei felt no disgust or discomfort. On the contrary, his heart began to beat uncontrollably fast. Thump, thump, it raced with excitement.

The Mid-Grade Magic Artifact, the Mystic Stone Mirror, is already so terrifyingly powerful. What about the legendary Magical Treasures that are two whole tiers above it? How fearsome could their power be? How heaven-defying their might? Just thinking about it makes it hard to breathe! His face flushed, and he panted heavily with exhilaration.

He stepped forward and gave the door a powerful push.

THUD!

With a loud creak, the door that had been sealed for over a century swung open.