The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 908: Sacred Dragon Tyrant-Blood Pill

"Ugh..."

Ling Feng frowned slightly as a sweet scent drifted into his nose, waking him up. When he opened his eyes, he realized he was lying on a soft, embroidered bed. One look at the room's layout told him this was clearly a woman's room.

At the bedside, Tuoba Yan sat cross-legged, seemingly meditating with her eyes closed.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, forcing Ling Feng to raise a hand to shield his eyes. A touch of warmth stirred in his heart.

Was she by my side all night?

As if sensing his movement, Tuoba Yan opened her eyes and glanced at him. She bit her lip, feigning calm as she said, "You're awake?"

"Yes. Thank you."

Ling Feng struggled to sit up, stretching lazily. Though still slightly fatigued, a night's rest had mostly restored him.

This was the benefit of a strong soul essence source. An ordinary person who depleted their spiritual consciousness in one go would likely remain unconscious for at least ten days to half a month.

"Don't thank me." Tuoba Yan clenched her fists lightly. "It was Qianxue who took care of you. I merely watched from the side."

Just then, the door creaked open. Mu Qianxue hurried in carrying a food box, smiling brightly. "Big Brother Ling, don't listen to Sister Yan'er. She was worried sick about you."

"Uh... Oh..."

Ling Feng paused. The two women did seem a bit strange, though this cultivation-obsessed blockhead would probably never grasp.

Shaking off the thought, he patted his stomach with a chuckle. "I just happen to be a bit hungry."

"Then try the white fungus and lotus seed soup I learned from Sister Hongxiu. It'll surely delight your palate." Mu Qianxue handed him a jade bowl with a smile.

The enticing aroma made Ling Feng's mouth water immediately.

Accepting the bowl, he devoured the soup in a few quick gulps.

Truth be told, Mu Qianxue's culinary skills were leagues ahead of Lin Xian'er and Qin Wanwan. Merely recalling their kitchen-disaster-level cooking made Ling Feng break out in a cold sweat.

"Delicious."

Ling Feng gave Mu Qianxue a thumbs-up. "After sleeping and having your soup, I feel completely recovered!"

Mu Qianxue's cheeks flushed red. "It's not as miraculous as you say."

Ling Feng laughed, sharing breakfast with the two women before leaving the courtyard with Tuoba Yan to visit Yan Cangtian's medicinal herb garden.

He hadn't greeted Elder Yan since returning.

...

Soon, Ling Feng arrived at the herb garden to find Yan Cangtian hunched over a desk, rapidly scribbling notes while flipping through books.

Spotting Ling Feng, the elder brightened instantly. "Ling Feng, you're finally back!" freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Though Ling Feng was now his official last disciple, Yan Cangtian had grown too accustomed to calling him "Ling Feng" and never bothered to change.

"You seem excited, Master. Good news?" Ling Feng raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"Mm! Heaven rewards the diligent!" Yan Cangtian clutched a thick tome, laughing heartily. "I've finally uncovered clues about the Huangji Sect's supreme god pill!"

"Oh?" Ling Feng's eyes lit up. Back at the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons, he'd stumbled upon the Huangji Sect's Tiandan Pavilion, discovering a furnace that had been refining pills for millennia. By sheer luck, he'd completed the process, yet he'd never dared consume the pill, unsure of its effects or limits.

After all, even Despicable Donkey's formidable physique had undergone terrifying mutations after ingestion, nearly failing to survive the ordeal. This convinced Ling Feng that while the pill was extraordinary, recklessly consuming it could be fatal.

Moreover, since Despicable Donkey was an anomaly to begin with, even though Ling Feng had observed the entire process of him taking the medicinal pill, he still couldn't be sure whether the supreme god pill had awakened Despicable Donkey's original bloodline or granted him a new one altogether. The pill's true nature remained a mystery.

Now, Yan Cangtian has finally found the leads.

"Master, what exactly does this pill do?" Ling Feng asked eagerly.

"Well..." Yan Cangtian's expression sobered slightly. "So far, I've only uncovered records of the Huangji Sect's alchemy project, a millennium-long endeavor to create heaven-defying supreme god pills. The plan was abandoned during the God-Demon War."

"From ancient texts, I've learned the pill might be called the Sacred Dragon Tyrant-Blood Pill. But details on its effects are scarce. However, I know a place that archives secrets of ancient sects, which may hold answers."

"Where?" Ling Feng's pupils contracted.

"The Cangqiong Sect's Qingji Pavilion." Yan Cangtian grinned. "As the empire's divine guardian sect, Cangqiong possesses the most extensive intelligence network. They categorize all collected information into twelve pavilions for permanent storage. Records on ancient sects and their secrets are typically kept in Qingji Pavilion. A visit there might reveal more about the Sacred Dragon Tyrant-Blood Pill."

"I see..."

Ling Feng frowned. Though his relationship with the Cangqiong Sect was decent, this would mean troubling Yue Yunlan or Wen Tingguang again.

Still, he had shared one of the pills with Yue Yunlan, so seeking her help now seemed reasonable.

"Very well, Master. I'll ask Miss Yue about this as soon as possible."

After a moment's thought, Ling Feng nodded. Understanding the Sacred Dragon Tyrant-Blood Pill's effects and usage conditions could prove crucial in their impending showdown with the Royal Sword Team.

After all, Li Bufan, Jiang Xiaofan, and Mu Qianxue each possessed one of these pills. If safely consumed, their strength would undoubtedly surge.

"Kid, the Royal Sword Team battle is imminent. This is all I can do for you now. Don't let me down."

Yan Cangtian clapped Ling Feng's shoulder heavily. Though the elder rarely voiced it, he truly regarded Ling Feng as family, hence his tireless efforts.

For the past month, he'd scoured every available ancient text, barely sleeping. Even with his Human Emperor physique, the exhaustion in his eyes was unmistakable.

Ling Feng clenched his fists, bowing deeply. "Thank you, Master! I won't fail you!"

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