Medical Sage

This excited whisper seemed to come from beyond the heavens, too surreal for reality. Yet, as the voice truly resonated throughout this underground world, a terrifying, ice-blue cold light enveloped the land and sky outside the entire castle, leaving everyone stunned.

With this sudden burst of frigid air, even the previously invincible power of the magma was being severely suppressed by the terrifyingly low temperature. Even the sky around the powerful entity within the flames above the huge castle was slowly being invaded by the ice-blue color. The entire scene was horrifying, causing everyone to shiver and break out in goosebumps.

After all, the powerful, fiery presence that had just awakened in midair was absolutely invincible, even in the eyes of a Peak Holy Magister like Melsdom. It was like a Divine Spirit, an existence that could not be defied. But now? Not only could Mr. Chen from the East, Chen Fei, challenge that Divine Spirit’s power, but he could even suppress it!

Just how terrifying was this?!

GULP.

At this moment, the faces of everyone present had frozen, their expressions filled with disbelief and horror. They swallowed with difficulty, yet a sudden surge of ecstasy unexpectedly rose from within their hearts! Their emotions were a torrent of tension, excitement, and anticipation.

Previously, they had all thought they were doomed. They simply couldn’t contend with such an existence; they didn’t even have the courage! But now, Chen Fei’s sudden, terrifying explosion of power had ignited a flicker of hope in their despairing hearts. Can we win? We must win! It’s the only way we might survive. Please, great Mr. Chen... we beg you...

Meanwhile, Chen Fei stood calmly poised in midair. The previously raging roars of the magma had grown weaker and weaker, replaced by the terrifying chill and a cold silence. It was like the desperate stillness of a true, snow-covered wasteland—inexplicably frightening. Even the sound of breathing seemed heavy and piercing.

But at this moment, within Chen Fei’s sea of consciousness, Zhen Jingkong slowly asked, How is it? This should be about seventy to eighty percent of my strength at my peak. Luckily, I once consumed the Star God Grass, and I’ve been sustained by that Millennium Spiritual Milk all these years. That’s why my strength hasn’t declined too much. I just don’t know how much of it you can unleash now.

Why not give it a try and see? Chen Fei replied, feeling a strength he had never experienced before. His thoughts were tinged with a domineering air. We have a perfectly good live target right now. It would be a real pity not to use it for practice.

To think he was referring to the Flame Demon General in the flames—the very being that had nearly ambushed and killed Zhen Jingkong over a hundred years ago—as just a ”good target.” If those words were spoken aloud, they would likely drive his opponent mad with rage!

Zhen Jingkong continued his unhurried explanation, I was born with an Innate Mystic Ice Body, so every technique I cultivated later on was aligned with the Ice Attribute as much as possible, be it Cultivation Methods or Divine Skills. I’ll teach you some ice-based techniques while we fight. As long as they’re executed with my power, the amplification will be much stronger.

He planned to teach Chen Fei some ice-based techniques on the fly, hoping to raise his maximum Combat Power and make him stronger. This was, quite obviously, a crazy idea.

After all, Divine Skills weren’t something that even an unparalleled genius or a supremely gifted prodigy would dare claim they could ”learn and use instantly.” Not to mention that Young Master Chen’s current true level was only Qi Refining—specifically, the Mid Stage’s Fifth Layer—which was an unknown distance away from the Foundation Establishment True Person Realm. How could he possibly comprehend and learn them? It was an impossible task.

He then realized how unsuitable his idea was, shaking his head and frowning in refusal. Wait, no. At your current level, even if you could master my power, you could never grasp the techniques I used in battle...

But without those techniques, how could Chen Fei possibly contend with the Flame Demon General? If he only possessed the power but lacked the means to fully utilize it, what difference was there between him and a living punching bag?

Let me handle this myself. After all, I’m not as... ignorant as you might think...

Chen Fei certainly understood Zhen Jingkong’s worries. For a cultivator, spiritual energy could be roughly understood as bullets, while various techniques were like guns. A crudely made firearm might be able to fire a bullet, but its power would inevitably be greatly diminished—perhaps not even a tenth of its potential...

But how would he know that I *do* have ’that fine gun’? He seems to have forgotten that I’m the man who received the legacy of that great master from the Cultivation World. *That* is my true trump card and what I rely on!

He turned his head toward Melsdom and the others on the ground, who were still in a daze. ”You all should get back for now,” he said slowly.

His words finally jolted them back to their senses. Without hesitation, they scrambled back to the furthest possible distance. Even so, their shocked and complex gazes remained fixed on the young silhouette in the sky, lingering for a long, long time. This scene was simply too shocking for them, almost beyond belief.

BANG!

After Melsdom and the others had retreated, Young Master Chen turned to face the Flame Demon General. A smirk appeared on his lips as he began to walk forward, step by step, through the air. With his every move, the very atmosphere of this underground world seemed to instantly transform, as an invisible pressure began to envelop the ravaged landscape.

As Chen Fei unleashed that terrifying ice-aspected Spiritual Energy, the wicked, mocking expression on the face of the Flame Demon General, who hovered in the sky above the distant castle, completely vanished. It was replaced by profound shock, anger, and disbelief. ”You... you...”

He had clearly sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from Chen Fei. More importantly, this aura was identical to that of the man who had nearly killed him all those years ago!

SWISH!

The Flame Demon General’s expression turned ferocious in an instant. He fixed his glare on Chen Fei and sneered, ”Why do you possess his power? Don’t tell me he’s still alive?”

This abrupt question left Melsdom and the others in the distance confused, as they had no idea what he was talking about. Chen Fei, however, understood perfectly.

A playful, taunting smile crept onto Chen Fei’s lips. His dark eyes, as clear as polished glass, gleamed with mischief as he replied, ”Why do I get the feeling you’ve changed? You’re no longer acting so high and mighty, so invincible. As for your question... you’re not dead, so why must he be?”