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“Impressive. Truly impressive, these intricate schemes!” Zhuo Bufan remarked with a cold smile as he watched the unfolding events.
Unexpectedly, the final victor had turned out to be Mountain River Sect’s Xuan Feixue.
Cai Chixia smiled, seemingly oblivious to Zhuo Bufan's mocking tone. “In victory, tricks are inconsequential. What matters is the outcome.”
The Mountain River Sect could very well turn out to be the winner of this year’s Dragon Mountain Blessed Land training.
“Hmph!” Zhuo Bufan harrumphed coldly, not delving further into the conversation.
Chen Fan, having defeated Wang Fuchen and secured the Ice Jade Snow Lotus, had encountered Zhong Li's group at the desert's edge. Those four weren’t a match for Chen Fan at all.
Alas, Duan Jingtian's unexpected intervention injured Chen Fan, paving the way for Xuan Feixue and Chu Qing to capitalize on the situation.
Not only was the coveted Ice Jade Snow Lotus taken from Chen Fan, but he also suffered additional injuries. The efforts expended seemed futile, akin to drawing water with a bamboo basket, ultimately benefiting Xuan Feixue.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan grew even more unhappy with Duan Jingtian.
If not for Duan Jingtian heavily injuring Chen Fan, Qin Yao wouldn’t have gotten captured by Xuan Feixue and Chu Qing. Even if they had joined hands then, they would have had great difficulty snatching the Ice Jade Snow Lotus away from Chen Fan.
After receiving injuries from Duan Jingtian, Xuan Feixue, and Chu Qing, Chen Fan was in bad shape. With only three days remaining in the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land training, recovery for Chen Fan, who had sustained serious injuries, seemed impossible.
This year, their Spring Autumn Sect had truly suffered a double loss.
Among the four great sects, the Floating Cloud Sword Sect members, however, had the ugliest expressions.
Starting with Wang Tengfei's group, followed by more disciples at the beach, and now Wang Fuchen's group—Chen Fan had killed all ten disciples from the Floating Cloud Sword Sect.
They had lost all of their top ten outer sect disciples. Leng Feng and the other elders hated Chen Fan to the bones!
Two days went by in a flash.
An unprecedented calm had enveloped the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land
The battle at the edge of the Black Sea Desert ended with Xuan Feixue heavily injuring Chu Qing and obtaining the final victory. The Ice Jade Snow Lotus also ended up in his hands.
Although he had defeated Chu Qing, the injuries he received weren’t light. Seeking to recuperate, Xuan Feixue led the Mountain River Sect disciples to a secluded location, awaiting the alarm that marked training's end.
Meanwhile, after losing to Xuan Feixue, Chu Qing escaped with the Burning Incense Valley disciples and hid somewhere to heal their injuries.
The training at Dragon Mountain Blessed Land was about to end.
He knew they didn’t have much hope of snatching the Ice Jade Snow Lotus from Xuan Feixue and could only recuperate quietly. He gathered his fellow disciples spread out in the blessed land and waited for the training to end.
The final rankings for second, third, and fourth place would be determined by the number of survivors emerging from the blessed land. For first place, the Ice Jade Snow Lotus alone held power, disregarding the count of disciples.
Although they couldn’t obtain first place for the Burning Incense Valley, they had to secure at least second place.
“How are your injuries, Senior Brother?” Chu Qing emerged from a cave in a valley, greeted by concerned Burning Incense Valley disciples.
Chu Qing shook his head and said, “It’s nothing to be worried about now. Our failure to secure the Ice Jade Snow Lotus rests on my shoulders. If it weren’t for my carelessness, falling victim to Xuan Feixue's sneak attack, the lotus would have been ours.”
“No need to blame yourself, Senior Brother. Even without the lotus, our sect still has eight surviving disciples, which should secure us second place—a significant improvement from last year.”
“That’s right. Senior Brother, you did your best. The elders won't fault us.”
“It’s our weakness that dragged Senior Brother down.”
Amid the overlapping reassurances, Chu Qing gazed into the distance and said, “Let’s hope so. Chen Fan's escape leaves me uneasy. Killing a Yuanfu realm powerhouse as a Qi Grandmaster defies all norms... He is a monster. We failed to kill him, and that will be a disaster for us when he catches his breath.”
“Senior Brother, no matter how strong he is, he was first heavily injured by Duan Jingtian, then received an attack from both you and Xuan Feixue. Even if he’s fine, he should be on his last legs. He can’t recover in three days.”
“Once we leave Dragon Mountain Blessed Land, it won't matter how strong he is. Will he dare come running to Burning Incense Valley to seek revenge?” said a Burning Incense Valley Qi Grandmaster.
Chu Qing said, “Let’s hope he doesn’t recover in time.”
In a cave, Chen Fan sat on the ground, his eyes shut, recovering from his injuries.
His injuries were very severe.
Duan Jingtian’s cultivation was deep. Although his attack through space only had approximately ten percent of his strength, it was enough to kill a first-level Yuanfu realm expert.
Fending off his attack had left Chen Fan with heavy injuries. His tough flesh had split open, and his organs had ruptured and shifted positions, resulting in extensive injuries.
Subsequently, Xuan Feixue and Chu Qing hit him one after another.
Although Chen Fan activated the Heaven Seizing Furnace embryo to neutralize some force in their blows, half of their strength had still rushed into Chen Fan, exacerbating his injuries.
However, he had reforged his physique with dragon blood. The divine dragon blood had bestowed upon him not only immense strength but also an unparalleled recovery speed.
A drop of dragon blood could suppress the ages. A physique reforged with it mirrored dragon abilities, such as the remarkable pace of recovery.
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In the wide meridians inside Chen Fan, his primeval qi was rushing like a flood, generating majestic rumbling sounds.
After two days of recuperation and absorbing thousands of primeval stones, his nearly exhausted primeval qi was finally filled to the brim, emitting a sparkling light in his dantian, looking more condensed and refined than before.
The cracks on the surface of his internal organs had disappeared, replaced by vitality pulsating forcefully, akin to a robust oven in action.
Astonishingly, in just two days, Chen Fan's injuries underwent near-complete healing.
To put things into perspective, anyone injured as heavily as Chen Fan would need to recuperate for at least a month to recover fully.
However, it had taken only two days for him to almost completely recover from his injuries, with strength surging inside him.
This was his monstrous recovery speed after reforging his physique with dragon blood.
Chen Fan’s eyes suddenly shot open, a flash of electricity sparking within them. His gaze appeared incomparably profound.
“How are you feeling now, Xiaofan?” Qin Yao hurriedly asked when she saw Chen Fan opening his eyes.
Chen Fan smiled, “My injuries are nothing serious now, Senior Sister. It’s time to go take revenge.”
Chen Fan stood up as he spoke. A wild aura swept out, making Qin Yao’s heart palpitate.