The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1320: Mysterious Department

Long Fei was unconscious for three days. His physical body continuously broke apart and reformed, while his Nascent Soul frantically absorbed spiritual power, leaving only a sliver of clarity to maintain his defenses.

He had no idea what was happening outside, but he could hear bursts of intense noise.

A loud, buzzing vibration roared, resembling the sound of a high-power chainsaw.

Indeed, it was a chainsaw, along with heavy-duty cutting machines, oxy-fuel cutters, water jet cutters—just about every tool capable of effortlessly slicing through steel—all being tried out in succession on the alchemy furnace encasing Long Fei.

The night he had fallen to the base of Mount Tai, firefighters had doused the alchemy furnace with water for an entire night before finally extinguishing the flames on its exterior.

Yet, the inside remained like a steaming cauldron, thick and sticky with boiling blood.

This blood belonged to the Blood Demon, whose Primordial Spirit was being refined. In ancient times, the Blood Demon had painstakingly absorbed powerful bloodlines from across the world to forge its strength.

Initially, every drop of blood contained the Blood Demon’s Primordial Spirit. After the repeated refining process within the alchemy furnace, nearly half of it had already been extracted.

Long Fei’s body was soaking in this blistering hot blood, continuously breaking apart and reforming—an excruciating yet inexplicably exhilarating cycle.

An ordinary person would be obliterated by just a wisp of the Blood Qi from this bloodbath, let alone soak in it.

The divine substances within this blood were simply too overwhelming for any normal person to withstand.

Previously, Long Fei had consumed various powerful bloodlines, and five of them eventually dominated over the others.

It was precisely these five bloodlines that protected his Primordial Spirit from being devoured by the divine substances in the Blood Demon’s power.

Moreover, these five bloodlines voraciously absorbed and neutralized the blood in the cauldron. Over three days, the blood had been purified again and again.

Finally, it transformed into a pool of clear water.

Long Fei opened his eyes, and the awareness of his physical body began to return.

Pain, tearing sensations, itchiness, comfort—all sorts of neural reflexes surged into Long Fei’s Divine Sea, causing him to let out a series of howling cries.

Fortunately, this alchemy furnace was extraordinary, muffling any sound from within.

Otherwise, people outside would certainly have imagined some unspeakable acts were taking place!

The noises sounded so exaggerated, it bordered on obscene.

Long Fei could feel the explosive strength coursing through his flesh and blood, as if every single cell was capable of exerting immense power.

Clenching his right fist caused the very void before him to tremble. His resilience felt as tough as the hide of a supreme demonic beast.

Long Fei was convinced that even an Earth Immortal Artifact would find it challenging to pierce this regenerated flesh.

He changed into fresh clothes, unwilling to continue soaking in the hot water self-inflicted torment.

The alchemy furnace was divided into two layers: an outer layer and the inner core.

Long Fei was situated in the inner core, a space capable of being subjected to both dry heat and boiling liquid.

The exit from the inner core was a furnace lid inscribed with multiple layers of seals. Not even someone as formidable as the Blood Demon could force their way out.

Long Fei transformed into a streak of light and slipped out. He sealed his Nascent Soul within himself, careful not to recklessly utilize its power.

This world automatically suppressed experts at the Nascent Soul Realm.

If perceived by the Heavenly Dao Laws, tribulation lightning would descend to strike him down.

His Divine Sea was brimming with spiritual power, all of it gained from refining the Nascent Souls of other cultivators—more than sufficient for use in this world.

The outside was brightly lit, surrounded by plastic tarps, seemingly resembling a laboratory of sorts.

Stepping out, Long Fei noticed the cutting machines scattered across the floor and immediately understood where the noise he’d heard earlier had come from.

Someone had delivered him to some government department, intending to open his alchemy furnace here.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. The Flame Emperor’s Alchemy Furnace was no ordinary artifact—how could mere mortals hope to open it?

With a wave of his hand, Long Fei stowed the alchemy furnace into his storage ring.

He threw on an invisibility cloak he’d snatched from a disciple of the Dragon-Tiger Sect and started exploring the area.

The cloak was crudely made but consumed little spiritual power.

While it couldn’t fool a master cultivator, it was more than adequate against ordinary people.

The place appeared to be a large-scale research facility akin to a factory, partitioned into numerous small laboratories with glass walls.

The corridors were eerily empty, devoid of anyone.

Long Fei perked up his ears and followed the sound to its source for a closer look.

Inside a massive lab, a group of people in white coats were furrowing their brows and animatedly discussing as they conducted experiments.

Across from them was an outdoor testing ground separated by bulletproof glass. It was about the size of a sports field, fully enclosed in structure.

Within the testing ground was a jet-black, fur-covered creature as large as a bull but as ferocious as a starving wolf. Shackles as thick as a man’s fist restrained its limbs and neck.

Even so, the creature’s struggles caused the chains to rattle and clink incessantly.

An academician-like man holding a walkie-talkie instructed, "Proceed with test #75. Fire one 125mm Tungsten Alloy APFSDS round."

With a muffled thud, a tank fired in the testing ground.

The explosion shook even the bulletproof glass, and the black-furred wolf was blown apart, flesh and blood splattering everywhere, leaving a mangled, gory mess on the ground.

The academician stared ahead and said, "Siberian Demon Wolf. Flesh defense rating: S. Individual attack level: SS. Threat level: Medium."

Standing behind, Long Fei couldn’t help but gulp. Even a Core Formation Stage cultivator wouldn’t dare withstand one of those tank rounds directly.

In the instant of the explosion, the shell had nearly punched straight through the massive wolf’s body.

But seriously, since when did the mortal world start producing such monsters? And ones requiring tank rounds to eliminate?

Soon, someone escorted security personnel over in a hurry, shouting at the academician inside, "Academician Li, bad news! That bronze cauldron has disappeared!"

"What?"

Shocked exclamations erupted inside, and everyone rushed out of the room.

Long Fei patted his body, followed suit, and quickly left the area, careful not to linger too long. He wanted to avoid being mistaken for a monster and getting blasted with tank shells here.

As he moved, the sound of alarms started blaring around him.

A broadcast echoed through the facility: "Level-One Alert. Important ancient artifact stolen. All departments initiate an immediate investigation..."

Security personnel in uniforms armed with advanced firearms began streaming in and locking down the area layer by layer.

But none of them could see Long Fei.

He easily slipped out. Outside the facility, he was greeted by the long-lost sunlight and the fresh air carrying a hint of mountain breeze and earthy aroma.

The place turned out to be an experimental base carved into a mountain. Outside, the space was even more expansive.

Various heavy weapons were stationed on the grounds—tanks, helicopters, and enormous cannons Long Fei had never seen before.

At the gate, soldiers armed with guns and ammunition stood guard with layered defenses. The walls alone were over a hundred meters high, wound with electrified fencing on top.

A regular person wouldn’t escape even with wings.

Leaving the gate, Long Fei glanced upward at the facility’s sign, which read, "Scientific Research Institute 749."

Long Fei wore a confused expression. Wasn’t this a department he’d seen in movies?

Leaping into the air, he floated around to examine the area, growing even more bewildered by what he saw.

The entire base was situated on the sea, surrounded by water on all sides. Beneath him was a small, palm-sized island.

Surprisingly, this location was near Binhai City, resting on a nameless island within the East Sea.

"Perfect! I can return home without even buying a plane ticket."

Just as Long Fei was feeling smug, a sharp whistling noise pierced the air. The ground quaked, and a small missile, as thick as a cooking pot, shot toward him with incredible speed.

"Damn it! Invisibility doesn’t work?!"

Long Fei cursed, turning tail and bolting.

He moved as fast as lightning, vanishing in an instant.

The missile pursued him, its tracking signals beeping erratically on the monitors below, before finally plummeting into the sea with a resounding explosion.

A towering column of water, more than ten meters high, shot into the sky before cascading back down to the sea’s surface.

In the commotion below, people cried out in shock, "That must be a cultivator! Look at that speed! Report to the commander immediately. A cultivator has stolen the ancient artifact!"

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