Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 635 - 99: Healing Wounds [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

Chapter 635: Chapter 99: Healing Wounds [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

Divine fire filled the sky like the apocalypse, flames spreading like the wings of a phoenix.

"Huh." The Heavenly Master’s aged face unveiled a smile, "Why not come with me? You seem born for the world of Chaos."

"What?" Empress Feng retorted mercilessly: "You lack a mother?"

The Heavenly Master chuckled again. It appeared he was more pleased with Empress Feng, the shoddier her temperament, then he drifted away without another word.

"Trying to leave?" Empress Feng’s eyebrows knitted into a sharp gaze, she took to the sky once more, transforming into a soaring fire phoenix, her fist raging forward with a ruthless punch!

Yet with a single step, the Heavenly Master vanished into the void.

Boom!

The punch from Empress Feng, delivered with all her strength, ultimately barrages empty space.

In the Seventh Realm, she was unmatched, yet against the Heavenly Master—an absolute cultivator who governs complete Dao of Chaos even in the Eighth Realm—she was powerless to take action.

Once she landed, she refocused her attention on Mingde.

"The Dao of Chaos is unpredictable and mysterious, binding his fate with the citizens of the entire city, I can’t take action against him." Noticing what appeared to be her disapproval, Mingde rushed to explain, somewhat helplessly, "At least, not within Yu Capital City."

"If you leave Yu Capital City, where would you find his trace?" Empress Feng inquired.

All Mingde could do was sigh.

Eighty years ago, he despised Mars as though etched into his bones. As a Guardian, he has secretly been intensifying the extermination of Mars.

Though it was inconvenient for him to leave the Imperial Palace due to his position, the Seven Guards of the Night Dragon Palace were constantly in search of news about Mars. As soon as they heard anything, they immediately launched a ruthless onslaught.

But after so many years, even though they eliminated some of the fringe followers of Mars, its core layer proved elusive. Instead, their main base in the Imperial Palace was infiltrated again, nearly resulting in a catastrophe.

One could say that the Great Master of Mars, who manipulates Chaos and people’s minds, was nearly impossible to guard against. As long as people exist, it’s difficult to completely eliminate his influence.

It wasn’t until recent years, when Mars had gathered enough power and began stirring trouble everywhere, exposing some of his core followers, that they managed to inflict some damage.

Lu Chengyou, Red Door God, Empress Wu, Yu Tuolo...

It can be said, that the elimination of all these generals of Mars was thanks to two people.

The Master and Disciple of Silver Sword Peak.

After a moment of silence, Mingde finally said, "At least he wasn’t lying to you. Chu Liang indeed is not dead."

"Then where did he go?" Empress Feng asked again: "Even you and the Prison King cannot find his trace?"

"Perhaps he has some sort of secret life-saving method." Mingde proposed.

"I am his master, how can I not know about his life-saving methods?" Empress Feng said, then suddenly paused, let out a hiss, "It seems I indeed do not know."

Why did she stump herself with that question...

Seeing his daughter’s expression, Mingde suddenly found it amusing, and the corner of his mouth curled involuntarily.

"What are you laughing at?" Empress Feng glared and scolded: "My disciple is lost and you still laugh?"

"No." Mingde quickly put on a straight face.

"You clearly were!" Empress Feng argued.

"I remembered something pleasant..." Mingde said, turning his back to her.

"Hmph." Empress Feng ascended into the sky and flew towards the Imperial Palace, "In any case, this happened in the Imperial Palace. Your Imperial Family is entirely to blame. If anything happens to Chu Liang, I will not let this go!"

...

"It’s over."

When Chu Liang felt something sharp scraping his face back and forth, his first reaction was that he must have died. Was he to be tortured in the Underworld?

He had provided so many people with jobs, more likely than not accruing quite a lot of merit, he shouldn’t have fallen into hell, should he?

When he opened his eyes, he saw a four-foot tall, robust Winged Dragon Beast licking his face with a tongue covered with sharp barbs, scratching painfully against his skin.

"A Winged Dragon Beast..." Chu Liang murmured, and slowly remembered what had transpired.

The moment Cheng Hu’s second palm stroke fell, Chu Liang thought he was doomed. The restrictions were broken. In the views of the formidable beings in the entire palace, he hadn’t thought Cheng Hu would dare to strike him down.

Yet Cheng Hu had done exactly that.

It was Chu Liang’s first time in a life-and-death showdown against a Seventh Realm cultivator, and it ended in his defeat.

Just when he thought he was about to die, the Black Dragon Ball, residing within his Qi Sea, was unwilling to give up, and began to rotate frantically. Despite Chu Liang’s own power, even if he completely refined the Black Dragon Ball, there were some abilities that he was still unable to activate.

Such as Shattered Void and Nest Return.

Among the Black Dragon’s abilities, his greatest lifesaver was the ability to instantly return to the Black Dragon Secret Realm from any location.

However, this required an extremely powerful force, completely beyond what Chu Liang could handle at the moment.

The Black Dragon Ball had initially given up more than half of the dragonkin in the Black Dragon Secret Realm in order to accommodate the Dragon God Throne, garnering enough strength to summon them.

However, the spiritual power of those remaining dragonkin was insufficient for another summoning.

The spirituality within the Black Dragon Secret Realm was constant. Where could it come from at this time?

The Dragon God Throne.

In the nick of time, the massive Bronze Throne, lying across the secret realm like a mountain, suddenly erupted with a tremendous amount of spiritual power and gave it to the Black Dragon Ball.

Only then was the Black Dragon Ball able to operate and, at the moment when Chu Liang was about to die, instantly summoned him back to the Black Dragon Secret Realm, tens of thousands of miles away.

"Ah..."

Chu Liang tried to get up, but suddenly felt a sharp pain and couldn’t move. His limbs seemed not to belong to him, and only his head could barely function.

This feeling was somewhat familiar, unexpectedly, he was once again completely incapacitated.

Though the last time it happened in the Void Realm of Mirror Sky Eight Diagrams, this time it was in the harsh reality. And this time it should be even more severe; last time his body was merely overstretched by an immense amount of spiritual power.

At least his physical body healed quickly.

This time, he was injured by a cultivator of the Seventh Realm. He could feel many powerful strands of spiritual power within his body, halting any natural healing and relentlessly tearing at his wounds.

With Chu Liang’s abilities, he was inadequate to heal these injuries.

What was saving him now, was an external force.

Chu Liang was lying on his back on a cold and enormous Bronze Throne. The throne was shimmering with golden dragons, their massive numbers ultimately converging onto him, infusing him with spiritual power.

Initially, the Black Dragon Ball sacrificed a lot to bring back the Dragon God Throne, and its usefulness was revealed at this moment.

Chu Liang remembered how in Ba Xia’s Mausoleum, the shattered divine soul of Ba Xia, after his death, was gathered by the Dragon God Throne over countless years, suggesting that the Dragon God Throne might indeed carry a kind of power to heal injuries.

Thinking carefully, the Dragon God was a deity of the ancient times.

It had Ba Xia carrying this huge throne every day, naturally it wasn’t just for show.

It’s very likely that the Dragon God Throne is a vital divine artifact with healing effects, and that’s why the Dragon God valued it and repaired itself on it after battle.

And he was likely saved by the throne because he possessed four legacies of the dragon race, and his dragon breath was as pure as a real dragon, which allowed him to be rescued by the Dragon God Throne.

Now, returning to this secret realm as the true master of the Black Dragon Ball, he was already able to sense the wills of the Black Dragon Ball and Dragon God Throne. Although they were both dead objects, they had their own wills, possibly similar to the spirit of a divine artifact.

He could feel the Black Dragon Ball’s will was closer to him, while the will of the Dragon God Throne carried a certain arrogant air. Even though it was saving him, its attitude remained high and mighty.

After all, it was once in the company of the Dragon God. Its arrogance wasn’t unwarranted, it didn’t matter as long as it could save one’s life.

Chu Liang quietly waited, the lightning golden dragon on the Dragon God Throne flickered on his body incessantly, injecting spiritual power into him. Gradually it expelled Cheng Hu’s spiritual power, and mended his shattered limbs and meridians.

Injuries as severe as this, just like it was in Mirror Sky Eight Diagrams, possibly the physical injuries would soon heal, but the wound in the Qi Sea might be permanent, eradicating his path to cultivation.

If it weren’t for the Dragon God Throne, it might just be the case.

But the electric light from the Dragon God Throne felt as if it was injecting infinite vitality into his body, astonishingly allowing his Qi Sea, which was in ruins, to regrow. This greatly shocked Chu Liang.

This lengthy healing process could have tried his patience if he remained conscious. Thankfully, this process required his body to provide a substantial amount of spirituality and hence he spent a long time in hibernation. Each time he only woke for a short period, then he had to sleep deeply again.

That familiar winged dragon beast licked him awake each time, then brought him some juicy fruits to meet his basic need for replenishment.

Chu Liang had given it a few berries before, and now he had received the return of his kindness.

There was no day or night in the Black Dragon Secret Realm, and as such, he didn’t know how long his healing took. One day, Chu Liang woke up and found that his external physical injuries seemed to have healed completely, and only the internal meridians still needed slow treatment. He stood up excitedly.

Facing the backrest of the throne in front of him and looking at the dragon inscriptions on it, he felt full of gratitude.

And then, before he could utter a word of thanks, the Dragon God Throne suddenly shone with white light, and a thunderbolt fell from the clear sky.

Crack——

The Chaos Thunderbolt from the sky hit Chu Liang directly on the head, knocking him over and causing him to faint once more.

However, in his unconscious state, a bright golden mark slowly spread across his forehead...