Medic Martial Dragon King

Chapter 1185: Chapter 1188: Scribing Formations

Pfft!

”Ha ha!”

”Ha ha...”

”Supreme Long Huang, Supreme Long Huang, clutching a treasure like a worthless rock, still complaining that others haven’t given you anything good—you really are...ha ha...”

The former emperors and the rest could no longer hold back, bursting into laughter!

”I, I...” Supreme Long Huang’s face turned as red as a monkey’s butt, opening and closing his mouth without being able to speak, feeling incredibly uncomfortable inside and regretting so much that his guts were green!

He also secretly hated himself for not appreciating Jiang Chen more in the past.

”Right!”

Having laughed his fill, Jiang Chen suddenly thought of something and spoke softly, ”Senior Former Emperors and all seniors, please don’t spread the news of Senior Former Emperor and Senior Li’s injury recoveries yet. Not even to your own clan members, to avoid someone infiltrating your clan to probe for information.”

”Alright!” the former emperors nodded in agreement.

After thinking it over, Jiang Chen felt there was nothing else and said softly, ”Then I will start preparing the training method for the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Formation. Once I finish the formation diagram and how to cultivate it, I’ll descend the mountain!”

”Alright!” Everyone nodded in agreement.

Since they were planning to set a trap for the Eight-Headed Serpent, they did not try to retain Jiang Chen.

The group left the cave together and returned to Li Jiang’s grand hall.

”Emperor’s son, Emperor’s grandson, you both keep an eye on the clan investigation into the Martial Soul Deprivation Art, and also bring some paper and pen,” the former emperor instructed.

”Grandfather, there’s no hurry, let Mr. Jiang rest first. Don’t be so eager for vengeance that you...” Pu Liang softly reminded him.

”Oh, oh, right, right, Mr. Jiang, you go ahead and rest first. It’s already getting late!” the former emperor suddenly realized and hastily offered his apologies to Jiang Chen.

Being a person of high status, even after being in seclusion for a hundred years without much interaction with people, the former emperor still couldn’t easily shake off the habit of putting himself at the center of everything!

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded, then turned to Pu Liang, ”Senior, please have someone send paper and pen to where I’m staying. I’ll write out the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Formation tonight, and we can start preparing first thing in the morning. And don’t forget about the North Medicine Company and the underground situation!”

”Don’t worry, how could I forget!” Pu Liang hurriedly responded.

After everyone parted ways, Pu Liang first took Jiang Chen to his lodging, ordered food to be served, and then took his leave.

After eating, Jiang Chen began to write out the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Formation.

At this time, the entire Huangluo Clan had entered a strict investigation, with Zai Lun presiding over the central conference room, and Pu Liang personally leading a house-to-house search and examination.

Not a single clan member dared to voice any complaints, all cooperating with the clan’s inspection.

The former emperor’s appearance gave everyone a strong boost of confidence, and it also made them a lot more obedient. After all, the former emperor had just killed one of his grandsons upon reappearing, and more importantly, the entire Jueluo Peak was now enveloped by Li Jiang’s aura. Every clan member had no doubts that causing trouble at this time would definitely result in being crushed by that terrifying pressure!

Overnight, the Huangluo Clan’s numbers dwindled by a hundred as a few brief battles broke out, but they were suppressed as soon as they began by Li Jiang’s formidable presence.

That night, the Huangluo Clan land was soaked in blood, with Pu Xian’s entire line of close relatives being executed, even their associated Imperial Guard Army was not spared!

Of course, all this had nothing to do with Jiang Chen. After finishing writing the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Formation, he went to bed early.

...

The morning sunlight scattered across the land, casting a warm golden hue on Jueluo Peak!

Jiang Chen got out of bed, opened the window, and stretched, taking a deep breath. He furrowed his brows slightly and murmured, ”How many people were killed? There’s still a smell of blood?”

Shaking his head lightly, Jiang Chen glanced at the door with a puzzled expression and walked over to open it.

”Mr. Jiang, you’re up!” At the doorway, Leng Ming watched Jiang Chen with a beaming smile, his eyes filled with admiration.

Jiang Chen responded with a slight smile, ”Are you here for the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Formation?”

”No, no, no, I’m not here to rush you, Mr. Jiang. I’ve been waiting for you to get up so I can take you to breakfast!” Leng Ming hurriedly explained.

Jiang Chen was momentarily puzzled. The successor of the Huangluo Clan was waiting at his doorway just to take him to breakfast? Weren’t the Huangluo Clan being a little... too polite?

”Oh oh, just wait a moment!” Jiang Chen said, somewhat surprised, nodded his head, turned back into his room to grab the battle array he had written, and then followed Leng Ming out of his residence.

”Mr. Jiang!”

”Greetings to Mr. Jiang!”

”Mr. Jiang is up!”

”Mr. Jiang, you seem even more dashing after just one night!”

Along the way, members of the Huangluo Clan and the Imperial Guard Army took the initiative to greet Jiang Chen with fists and palms together, making him feel an overwhelming warmth—as if he were even more the center of attention than at his own home!

”This...” Jiang Chen felt a mix of amusement and helplessness, but what could he do? He couldn’t exactly tell people to stop greeting him, could he?

Awkwardly, he arrived at the palace where breakfast was being served. Leng Ming took Jiang Chen into a separate room.

”Young Master!”

”Mr. Jiang is up!”

”Mr. Jiang, come, join us for a bit to eat!”

”Mr. Jiang, please take a seat!”

Zai Lun, Pu Liang, Huangluo Junlin, Supreme Long Huang, Yan Hu, and Li Tianchong were already waiting in the room. Upon seeing Jiang Chen’s arrival, they all greeted him. Yan Hu and Huangluo Junlin even got up to welcome him.

”Young Jiang, hurry up, these guys insisted on waiting for you. Look at me—a hungry old man—just sitting here!” Supreme Long Huang complained discontentedly.

Jiang Chen was startled for a moment, then took out his phone to glance at the time: 7:25 AM.

”Haha, Mr. Jiang, don’t listen to him. He just arrived as well. He’s looking to reclaim some lost pride from his defeat yesterday!” Pu Liang said with a hearty laugh.

”Haha!”

”Haha...”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Jiang Chen gave a light smile and sat down between Supreme Long Huang and Li Tianchong.

”Senior Pu Liang, this is the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Formation,” Jiang Chen said as he handed over the materials he was holding to Pu Liang.

Pu Liang quickly reached out to take it, gratefully saying, ”Thank you, Mr. Jiang.”

”You’re too polite, Senior Pu Liang!” Jiang Chen said with a light laugh, waving his hand dismissively.

”Have you two finished? Are we eating or not?” Supreme Long Huang asked with annoyance.

The group turned to glance at Supreme Long Huang with light smiles, choosing not to take offense at the old man’s temper.

After the meal, Leng Ming ordered tea to be served, and everyone once again discussed their plans for what was to come.

”Senior Zai Lun, has the investigation concerning the Martial Soul Deprivation Technique been completed?” Jiang Chen asked softly.

”It has been completed!” Zai Lun nodded.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Chen continued in a low voice, ”Last night, I thought it over. It wouldn’t be appropriate for the news about the Grand Emperor to spread from me or from anyone else; it would be best if it came from your Huangluo Clan’s mouth instead!”