Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 347: To the Heavenly Vault Again! (2nd Release)

Chapter 347: Chapter 347: To the Heavenly Vault Again! (2nd Release)

Yue Yunlan rested for a while longer, and then Ling Feng left the Five Elements Heavenly Palace with the two women.

As for that despicable donkey and Zi Feng, they were stubbornly unwilling to leave the Five Elements Heavenly Palace.

The despicable donkey had decided to select only the best treasures, so every single treasure was chosen with great care, and even the mined ore metals had to be meticulously polished, not a single impurity allowed.

Ling Feng was utterly "defeated" by this despicable donkey. As a result, the resources this creature would take away were far more than he had anticipated.

However, a gentleman’s word, once given, is hard to retract, and Ling Feng didn’t feel it would be right to go back on his promise.

After all, from a certain point of view, whatever belonged to the despicable donkey, his spirit pet, was also his own.

Besides, having the despicable donkey staying in the Five Elements Heavenly Palace was quite convenient should he need help.

Quickly, the trio, following the despicable donkey’s guidance, exited the barrier of the Ancient Five Elements Sect and returned to the Heavenly Position Mountain Range, where the barrier immediately disappeared, leaving no trace no matter how hard they searched.

It had to be admitted, that despicable donkey did possess some unique talents.

The trio quickly left the Heavenly Position Mountain Range and headed straight for Cangqiong Mountain.

By the time they returned to the Cangqiong Sect, it was already late at night.

With the guidance of the Sect’s young lady, Ling Feng naturally faced no obstacles, and soon arrived at Yue Zhonglian’s study, just as Wen Tingguang was coming out.

"Ah? Brother Ling!"

Wen Tingguang’s eyes lit up when he saw Ling Feng and Yue Yunlan together, and he laughed heartily, "Brother, I was just about to look for you!"

Ling Feng gave Wen Tingguang a clasped fist salute, "Brother Wen, the six-month deadline is approaching, and I happened to meet Miss Yue, so we came together."

"Mm."

Wen Tingguang nodded, glanced at Yue Yunlan, and couldn’t help letting out a light sigh, "Brother Ling, you’d better go treat the Sect Master quickly, ah!"

Hearing Wen Tingguang’s tone, and the fact that Yue Yunlan had asked him to come ahead of time, Ling Feng had already guessed the general situation.

Yue Zhonglian’s illness clearly hadn’t progressed as he had anticipated.

"Please lead the way," Ling Feng said with a serious expression, a hint of blame arising in his heart.

Why did a sick person not cherish their own life more?

Wen Tingguang led Ling Feng and Yue Yunlan into the study, leaving Qiaoqiao to wait outside; after all, she was just a maid, and there was a difference in status.

"Cough cough cough..."

Before even entering the room, the sound of Yue Zhonglian’s coughing caused Ling Feng’s brow to furrow.

Indeed, the condition was only slightly improved from five months ago.

Inside the study, the lights were bright.

Yue Zhonglian was wearing a long robe, writing feverishly at his desk, occasionally breaking into severe coughs.

On the desk, a pile of thick documents was stacked.

The Sect Master’s Wife, Red Lotus, was grinding ink for him.

In reality, she was just worried about Yue Zhonglian’s health, which was why she stayed by his side.

"Father, Mother!"

Upon seeing Yue Zhonglian dealing with documents again, Yue Yunlan couldn’t help but sigh and quickly walked over, saying through clenched teeth, "Father, why must you work yourself so hard?"

"Lan’er is back."

Yue Zhonglian paused in his writing, looked up at Yue Yunlan and revealed a knowing smile, but then came another series of violent coughs.

Given his cultivation, it was truly unbelievable how fragile his body was.

However, if the world knew that Yue Zhonglian’s Vitality Map was ninety percent incomplete, and yet he still devoted himself to national affairs, admiration would likely be the only sentiment felt.

Ling Feng let out a sigh, his understanding of Yue Zhonglian’s dedication was not thorough.

Perhaps, standing in different positions, what everyone values in their hearts differs.

In Ling Feng’s heart, only by gaining greater strength could he uncover the truth of his origins.

For Yue Zhonglian, perhaps maintaining the Cangqiong Sect’s position, or assisting the monarch in governing the realm, was his life’s pursuit.

Loyal to the sovereign and devoted to the nation.

Ling Feng couldn’t empathize, but that didn’t lessen his respect for Yue Zhonglian’s integrity.

After all, with the Demon Clan lurking and the nations of the Eastern Spirit Domain covetously watching, the responsibility of the National Guardian Divine Sect’s Sect Master was indeed immense.

"Father, I’ve brought Young Master Ling back!" Yue Yunlan said gently.

"Junior Ling Feng, greets the Sect Master," Ling Feng stepped forward in a timely manner, performing a respectful hand salute.

"You’re here," Yue Zhonglian looked at Ling Feng, his face cracking into a faint smile, as if greeting an old friend after many years.

Ling Feng saw Yue Zhonglian’s haggard face, sighed lightly, and asked with a tinge of reproach, "Didn’t I say you must not get out of bed for half a month, and must not overwork yourself for half a year?"

"I’m sorry, I, Yue Zhonglian, have never broken a promise in my life, but when urgent matters arise, the affairs of the nation cannot wait for this frail body of mine."

Yue Zhonglian gave a bitter smile, "To sacrifice my feeble body, even if it only exchanges for one day of peace, is sufficient."

"Sect Master’s noble character is admirable," Ling Feng expressed.

Ling Feng was at a loss for words, as Yue Zhonglian was indeed an uncooperative patient, but also the most respectable one.

Rivers flow, and people’s hearts change with time; how many nowadays can be said to be like Yue Zhonglian? What’s more, holding a high position, he still prioritized the nation above all, seeking welfare for the people of the whole world.

Admiration, still admiration.

All Ling Feng could do was try his best to cure his illness, nothing more.

"It is my duty. Please do not blame me for failing you," Yue Zhonglian requested.

Ling Feng shook his head gently, slowly said, "Let me take your pulse, Sect Master."

"Then I’ll have to trouble Young Master Ling," the Sect Master’s Wife hastily cleared the documents and ink from the desk, urging, "Sect Master, whatever it is, please wait until after Young Master Ling’s diagnosis."

Yue Zhonglian cooperated by extending his arm, and Ling Feng approached to place his hand on Yue Zhonglian’s wrist, carefully sensing for a moment and discovering that his Vitality Map showed tendencies of further decay.

"Sect Master, please release your Protective Primordial Qi. I need to apply acupuncture," Ling Feng instructed.

With that, Ling Feng took out ten Regeneration Gold Needles, forming the "Life Rejuvenation Needle Array" with them, which would surely repair Yue Zhonglian’s Vitality Map to the greatest extent.

Together with some Elixirs that restored vitality, it could at least resolve the imminent crisis.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng activated his True Qi. Ten Regeneration Gold Needles flew out at once, puncturing the major acupoints on Yue Zhonglian’s back, creating the Life Rejuvenation Needle Array.

Time passed by slowly.

Sweat dripped from Ling Feng’s forehead; to revive Yue Zhonglian’s Vitality Map as much as possible, he had nearly exhausted himself, clenching his teeth and insisting to the point where sweat covered his cheeks, soaking his garments.

This time, with the help of the ten Regeneration Gold Needles, the effect was much better. In about half an hour, Ling Feng had replenished about twenty percent of Yue Zhonglian’s Vitality Map, and it had started exuding new vitality, beginning to have the ability to heal itself.

After completing all this, Ling Feng finally blacked out, collapsing straight down.

Yue Yunlan was the first to rush over, supporting the unconscious Ling Feng. Seeing his weak appearance, her heart ached faintly.

Having recovered twenty percent of his vitality, Yue Zhonglian felt revitalized, slightly mobilizing his strength to push out the Regeneration Gold Needles, and carefully put them back into Ling Feng’s chest before he slowly said, "Lan’er, take him to the west wing to rest."