Immortal Venerable's Order
Chapter 484 - 477 Body Refining

Chapter 484: Chapter 477 Body Refining

Yan Rufeng carefully looked at Xue’er, noticing that although she was pretty, she was also quite ordinary.

Zhao Xue’er saw Yan Rufeng staring at her intently, and a blush appeared on her face.

"Young Master, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go rest for now."

Zhao Xue’er lowered her head and quickly ran out of Yan Rufeng’s room.

Lying on the bed and unable to move, Yan Rufeng muttered to himself, "Strange, could it be that mortals exist in the Divine Realm as well..."

After thinking for a long time, Yan Rufeng pondered, "Where did all my cultivation go? Why, upon arriving in the Divine Realm, does it feel like an iron stone crashing from the sky?"

Yan Rufeng believed that he had broken through to immortality in the Immortal World. Even though the gravity discrepancy in the Divine Realm might be vast, he shouldn’t be unable to perform Sword Flight.

However, the reality was cruel. From the moment Yan Rufeng entered the Divine Realm through the spatial rift, he realized he couldn’t fly freely. He immediately summoned the Creation Divine Sword to prepare for Sword Flight landing.

Yet, the Creation Divine Sword felt like an ordinary piece of iron; no matter how much Yan Rufeng called for it, there was no response, and he could only let his body fall.

"Alas!"

Yan Rufeng sighed heavily.

"Now all my bones are broken, my Cultivation Technique can’t run, I can’t release my Divine Sense, and I don’t know the state of my Dantian and Purple Mansion. What should I do?"

Just when Yan Rufeng was at his wit’s end, he suddenly felt a warm current flowing in his lower abdomen.

"Eh!"

Yan Rufeng exclaimed joyfully, "The Dantian is slightly heating up. Could it be that the Divine Origin Energy in the Dantian has started to run on its own?"

"Haha..."

Yan Rufeng secretly rejoiced, thinking, "If so, it won’t be long before I can see inside my Dantian and Purple Mansion. By then, I can ask Master Mo from Purple Jade Star for some Rejuvenation Bone Healing Pills, and soon, I’ll recover as before..."

The sun rose and set again, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. Under Zhao Xue’er’s meticulous care, Yan Rufeng’s spiritual state was extraordinarily good despite his inability to move.

One day, at the edge of Qingshan Village, a beam of light suddenly flashed in a wooden house and then disappeared instantly.

Lying on the bed in the wooden house, Yan Rufeng smiled.

"How unexpected! The Five Elements Qiankun Cultivation God Art can operate autonomously even in the Divine Realm. Currently, I can already release my Divine Sense and look inside my Dantian and Purple Mansion."

After a thorough inspection, Yan Rufeng felt a bit relieved.

"Aside from fifty fractured bones, fortunately, the extraordinary meridians are not damaged."

Yan Rufeng tried to contact the Divine Soul in the Purple Mansion, and subsequently found Mo Qianchou.

Mo Qianchou, who had been eagerly awaiting ascension to the Divine Realm, couldn’t wait to ask upon seeing Yan Rufeng.

"Emperor Yan, it’s been so long since I saw you. Have you arrived in the Divine Realm?"

"I’ve been here for half a month already."

Beaming with joy, Mo Qianchou said, "Emperor Yan, can we leave now and go to the Divine Realm?"

"Not just yet!"

Mo Qianchou frowned, puzzled, "Why not?"

"Master Mo, I’ve encountered some difficulties at the moment. Once they’re resolved, I’ll naturally transfer all of you to the Divine Realm."

"Emperor Yan, what trouble have you encountered? Do you need any help?" Mo Qianchou suddenly turned serious.

Yan Rufeng smiled gently.

"There’s no need for Master Mo to worry. The main reason I’m here is to ask if you have any Rejuvenation Bone Healing Pills?"

"I do. How many do you need?"

"Two!"

"Is two enough?"

Yan Rufeng hesitated for a moment and then said, "Give me as many as you have."

After taking the Elixir, Yan Rufeng withdrew his Divine Sense from the Purple Mansion.

Standing where he was, Mo Qianchou frowned with concern, thinking, "If Emperor Yan asked me for pills, could it mean he can’t refine Elixirs himself now? If so, the trouble he’s facing must be considerable..."

Lying on the bed, a Jade Pot suddenly appeared in Yan Rufeng’s hand.

Even with the Elixir in hand, Yan Rufeng couldn’t move a muscle.

Desperately wanting to swallow the Elixir and recover his body, Yan Rufeng had no choice but to attempt to control the Jade Pot with his mind.

Under mental control, the Jade Pot floated away from Yan Rufeng’s hand. At this moment, Yan Rufeng was drenched in sweat.

After a long while, a black Elixir finally flew out of the Jade Pot and fell into Yan Rufeng’s mouth.

The Elixir melted as soon as it entered his mouth, and under its medicinal power, changes began to occur throughout Yan Rufeng’s body, with the fractures slowly healing.

"Crack... Crack..."

The sound of bones mending echoed through Yan Rufeng’s body, and in no time, over fifty fractured bones had completely healed.

"Hehe!"

Yan Rufeng chuckled.

"I was just worried the Immortal Pill might not work, but it healed my broken bones so quickly."

Yan Rufeng shook his head.

"It seems I’m a fake god, still not shedding the essence of an Immortal..."

After a moment of self-mockery, Yan Rufeng slowly got up, tidied himself up, and walked out of the wooden house in a new set of clothes.

"Young man, who are you? You don’t seem to be from our village, do you?"

A woman’s voice rang in Yan Rufeng’s ears.

Yan Rufeng smiled lightly, "Aunt Zhao, look closely, and see who I am!"

Aunt Zhao looked him up and down carefully and suddenly exclaimed, "Young Master Yan, didn’t Uncle Wu say you were crippled? How are you standing?"

Yan Rufeng smiled without saying a word.

"What’s wrong, Aunt Zhao, are you not satisfied with how you’ve looked after me?"

"No, no, no!"

Aunt Zhao hurriedly replied, "I was just curious; how could someone with all their bones broken suddenly stand up?"

Yan Rufeng said calmly, "Aunt Zhao, if an ordinary person’s bones were all broken, they’d indeed be crippled. But as for me, Yan Rufeng, even if someone were on the brink of death, as long as they had a breath left, I could save them."

"Wow!"

Aunt Zhao exclaimed in surprise.

"Young Master Yan, is that truly the case?"

"It’s true!"

"Since Young Master Yan is so powerful, could you heal my husband who has been bedridden for years?"

"Aunt Zhao, that is no difficult task. Come with me."

Yan Rufeng, grateful to Zhao Xue’er for saving his life, had learned during his stay with the Zhao family that Uncle Zhao had fallen off a hill fifteen years ago, breaking both legs and had been bedridden ever since.

Yan Rufeng took out an Elixir and handed it to Aunt Zhao.

"Give this medicine pill to Uncle Zhao. In no time, he’ll be able to walk."

Aunt Zhao took the medicine pill, looked at it, and frowned.

"My husband has taken countless medicinal herbs without any improvement. Can this little black pill really be as miraculous as you say, Young Master Yan?"

Although Aunt Zhao had doubts, she still held onto the belief and gave the Elixir to Uncle Zhao.

Just as Yan Rufeng was sitting in the main room drinking tea, he heard a loud yell from Uncle Zhao’s room.

"Heaven has eyes! My legs are healed; I can stand up miraculously!"

Uncle Zhao’s eyes suddenly emitted a cold light.

"Let’s see which brat dares to call me ’useless Fourth Zhao’ from now on!"