Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 992 - The Saintess’ Invitation

Chen Fan’s ability to refine the Dragon Demon Blood Poison inside Zhuge Qingfeng turned things around instantly, filling everyone with joy.

Even Zhuge Qingfeng himself became more spirited.

A path once leading to certain death now had a bridge—carved out Chen Fan.

Earlier, he was still worrying about his wives and children after his death; now, he wanted to see how Prince Jing and the others would react once he recovered.

“Rest assured.” Lin Xian’er nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.

The entire Holy Spirit Ancient Nation was currently under the control of Prince Jing Mansion, and even the imperial palace had been infiltrated.

Every person knew that Prince Jing sought power, and if not for fear of Zhuge Qingfeng’s retaliation, he would have acted long ago.

If Prince Jiang learned of this matter, his people would likely target Chen Fan, despite his status as a True Martial Academy disciple.

“Alright, I’ll start helping Uncle refine and remove the Dragon Demon Blood Poison now,” said Chen Fan.

He took a deep breath. As he pointed with his finger, a wisp of heaven-refining flame floated out and wiggled its way into Zhuge Qingfeng.

Hiss, hiss.

Immediately, the Dragon Demon Blood Poison inside him was stimulated and erupted. Black-colored blood spots popped up all over Zhuge Qingfeng.

“Uncle, please excuse me!” Chen Fan’s eyes flickered, and Zhuge Qingfeng nodded.

The flames surged and expanded, forming a fire cauldron that enveloped Zhuge Qingfeng.

Boom, boom.

In an instant, Zhuge Qingfeng’s skin burned, sweat pouring out—vanishing into nothingness. Next, he trembled, his veins squirming under his skin like green snakes. It was a horrifying scene.

Under attack from both inside and outside, the blood spots on the surface of Zhuge Qingfeng’s skin were also boiling.

Then, to the crowd’s astonishment, black poisonous qi seeped out, forced by the intense heat.

Zhuge Mingyue’s eyes reddened again. “It’s working... It’s really possible...”

Chen Fan concentrated fully on controlling the heaven-refining flames as they surged out of the Heaven Seizing Furnace.

The energy drain was immense; within moments, sweat beaded on his forehead, pouring down like rain.

A quarter-hour later, he withdrew his power, panting heavily with a pale complexion. He was even a little unsteady, a clear sign of overexertion.

“Little Junior Brother!” Zhuge Mingyue cried out in alarm, rushing to support him.

Chen Fan smiled and said, “I’m fine, just drained. I’ll recover after some rest.”

“You’ve worked hard, Little Junior Brother.”

He nodded and replied, “Let’s stop for today and continue tomorrow. Bit by bit, we’ll refine it all. Uncle, rest well. We’ll continue soon.”

A bright light flashed across Zhuge Qingfeng’s eyes, and he said, “Alright, as long as I’m still alive, they wouldn’t dare to act recklessly. Let’s see who dares to overturn the Holy Spirit Ancient Nation’s imperial palace while my eyes are still open!”

Chen Fan revealed a hint of admiration.

Despite being gravely ill, Zhuge Qingfeng was still this domineering.

As long as he was still alive, no one would dare to take the final step and attempt a coup d’état.

Even though the sovereign lay dying, his presence remained a terrifying deterrent.

Chen Fan and the others excused themselves and returned to the palace hall prepared for them, avoiding any discussion of the sovereign’s treatment.

Zhuge Qingfeng’s injuries had deep implications. If word spread that he could recover, desperate enemies might take drastic action.

Fortunately, only a trusted few knew the truth, giving them some peace of mind.

After returning to the palace hall, Chen Fan immediately focused on recovering.

He had treated Zhuge Qingfeng only for a quarter-hour, but he was already exhausted. The consumption was immense, as the Dragon Demon Blood Poison was simply too terrifying.

After all, it was a blood poison refined by an immortal, capable of troubling even immortals themselves.

Although Chen Fan’s Heaven Seizing Furnace could refine all things in heaven and earth, his cultivation was still rather low.

If he reached the Legendary realm, the Heaven Seizing Furnace’s power would multiply, making purification far easier

Chen Fan consumed a sea of primeval stones, slowly filling up his dantian with true primeval.

That ocean of lightning from the Lightning Source is still being suppressed within the Heaven Seizing Furnace. That was a real windfall. With its power, I can further refine my Hegemonic Golden Body... maybe even break through to level 29.

Chen Fan opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of turbid qi, his eyes flickering.

Zhuge Yan had consumed a Lightning Source, thinking that would help him defeat Chen Fan. However, he lost, and Chen Fan devoured the Lightning Source’s power.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan really wanted to tell Zhuge Yan that he really was a great person.

Seeing Chen Fan walk out, Di Chen and the others asked with concern, “How is it, Little Junior Brother, are you okay?”

Chen Fan smiled, “I’ve more or less recovered. No need to worry, Senior Brothers and Sisters.”

“That’s good, then.”

Di Chen and the others nodded, refraining from asking about his terrifying heaven-refining flames.

The Peerless Peak’s people each experienced their own miraculous encounters.

Before long, someone from the Medicine King Valley came to the palace hall with Chen Fan and the others.

“Young Master Chen, the saintess has invited you,” said the woman from the Medicine King Valley.

A strange look flashed across Chen Fan’s eyes, wondering why was looking for him. However, he didn’t decline and followed the woman.

Watching him leave, Zhu Yue smirked and said, “Senior Brothers and Sisters, what do you think the saintess wants with our little junior brother? Has she taken a liking to him?”

Di Chen and the others rolled their eyes at his inappropriate remark.

On the way, Chen Fan asked, “Fairy, do you know why the saintess invited me?”

The woman from the Medicine King Valley shook her head and said, “No, I don’t know.”

Hearing this, Chen Fan’s eyes flickered. He had barely interacted with Lin Xian’er—what could she possibly want?

Forget it, I’ll know when I get there. Chen Fan calmed his mind and soon arrived at the Medicine King Valley’s palace hall.

That woman pointed at a courtyard and said, “This is where the saintess resides. You may go in, Young Master Chen.”

Chen Fan nodded and stepped in.

Passing through a corridor, he quickly spotted a lone figure in a stone pavilion—Lin Xian’er.