Chapter 73: 072 The True Origin of Laischa
In the private room on the second floor of the guild,
once again gathered here, Shane found himself completely surrounded by the members of Vivian’s Team.
“Did you meet the owner of the Huaming Pavilion?”
Vivian asked somewhat impatiently, as if she had been waiting for Shane’s news for a long time.
There was no helping it.
On the platform, Feng Zhengxiong, Xiao Qingqing, and the other members of the Feng family were panic-stricken.
Feng Wuchen’s injuries were extremely serious, with one stab piercing through his Qi Sea; the platform’s ground turned a swath of red.
“Elder, how’s Chen Er’s injury?” Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously.
“Take Wuchen back for treatment immediately!” The Feng family’s Elder, Feng Qianyang, said gravely.
“Outrageous!” Hearing Feng Qianyang’s words, Feng Zhengxiong flew into a rage, the ferocious killing intent erupting unchecked, “Mo Qianshan! If Chen Er doesn’t survive today, I will absolutely not spare your Mo family!”
“This matter has nothing to do with me. If the Feng Family Head really wants to attack my Mo family, I am ready to welcome you at any time,” the Mo family head replied indifferently, leaving without turning his head.
Even though Feng Zhengxiong had already broken through to the Ninth Level of the Transformative Realm, the Mo family head was not the least bit afraid.
“Family Head Feng, I forgot to tell you that Ling’er’s current identity is a student at Tianyan Academy. Not to mention that it was Wuchen himself who thrust the sword, even if Ling’er killed him, your Feng family can’t do anything about it. With Tianyan Academy and my Huangfu family’s support, you should weigh your own strength before trying to deal with the Mo family,” the young man on the platform sneered proudly.
After a scornful laugh, the young man added, “Do you know what a Sixth Grade Martial Soul signifies? I have never heard of Unmatched City producing a genius with a Sixth Grade Martial Soul before, let alone a woman. Even at Tianyan Academy, Ling’er stands out among the best.”
Leaving those words behind, the young man also departed.
“Tianyan Academy?” Feng Zhengxiong’s face underwent a severe change, but he had no time to think further, quickly leaving with the severely injured Feng Wuchen.
By comparison, Feng Wuchen’s life was more important.
“Mo Ling’er has been recruited by Tianyan Academy? When did this happen?”
“As expected of Unmatched City’s top genius, Mo Ling’er was recruited by Tianyan Academy!”
“A Sixth Grade Martial Soul, such a powerful talent—Tianyan Academy would be crazy not to recruit her! Mo Ling’er’s future accomplishments will be boundless!”
“Having such an astonishing talent, if I were in her place, I would do the same. Such a powerful gift indeed offers better choices. Wuchen cannot blame Mo Ling’er.”
The entire venue was shocked by such genius, truly making the people of Unmatched City envious.
Mo Ling’er’s entry into Tianyan Academy meant her status had risen even higher, so Wuchen had even less standing to reach for her.
In the Feng family hall, there was silence, and worry and urgency were written on the faces of the higher-ups.
Less than a quarter hour had passed when Feng Qianyang appeared in the hall, his elderly face showing traces of sorrow and helplessness.
“Elder, how is Chen Er?” Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously; everyone’s eyes turned toward Feng Qianyang.
Feng Qianyang shook his head helplessly, saying, “Wuchen’s injury is too severe; his Dan Tian is damaged, and he has dropped to the Second Layer of the Body Refining Realm. With my strength as a First-grade Alchemist, I can’t save Wuchen.”
“Elder, do you mean to say Chen Er won’t make it?” Feng Zhengxiong asked in panic, his gaze locked onto Feng Qianyang.
“Elder, please think of a way! You must save Chen Er!” Xiao Qingqing collapsed upon hearing this, tears streaming down like rain.
Feng Qianyang shook his head again, with a sigh, “Unless it’s a remedy concocted by a Third-grade Alchemist. But where could we find a Third-grade Alchemist in Unmatched City?”
Upon hearing this, Feng Zhengxiong sat down in despair. Feng Qianyang’s words had effectively pronounced a death sentence for Feng Wuchen.
“Mo Ling’er!” Feng Yuan, the eldest son, gnashed his teeth, his fists clenched with rage, “I will never forgive you! If my younger brother doesn’t survive, I’ll make sure you join him in death!”
“Elder, is there truly no other way?” Xiao Qingqing asked through tearful sobs, unwilling to give up even the faintest glimmer of hope.
“I truly have no means to help. Wuchen has not much time left—you can go and see him for the last time,” Feng Qianyang shook his head once more.
Sorrow and anger spread through the hall.
At that moment, Feng Wuchen was still unconscious, his life force extremely fragile, hanging by a thread.
However, not long after, something miraculous happened!
The wound at Wuchen’s Dan Tian, inflicted by the sword, began to heal at a visible rate!
The next second, Feng Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes wide, gasping for air as if he’d been holding his breath underwater for hours, looking as though he had a nightmare, his head covered in cold sweat, his face pale with fright.
“What… What was that black thing?” Feng Wuchen wiped off his sweat, speaking with fright, but before he could think further, his expression suddenly changed, “My… My injury, what… what happened?”
As Feng Wuchen was startled and astonished, his head suddenly felt as if it had been stabbed by a sword, the pain immense, his face instantly contorting. Then, a massive influx of information poured into his mind.
“This is…” Accepting the massive influx of information without resistance, Feng Wuchen was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out; he nearly forgot the severe throbbing pain in his head.
“This is the memory of the Evil Dragon God! He is from the Ancient Dragon God Clan! It’s said the Dragon Clan is an all-powerful Supreme with no equal. How could the Evil Dragon God be hiding within me, looking to use my body to reincarnate? This… Could this all be a dream?” Feng Wuchen cried out in disbelief, feeling that everything was utterly implausible.
The Ancient Dragon God Clan, Feng Wuchen had never heard of such a thing. It was only when these massive snippets of information suddenly emerged in his mind that he felt as if he were still in a dream.
In the memory of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen came to know that the Evil Dragon God was from the Ancient Dragon God Clan, which had two Holy Sons, Long Tianhun and Long Tianzhan.
The two were the most dazzling geniuses of the Dragon God Clan, but they tore their faces apart in their fight for the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan. They had been openly and secretly struggling against each other for years.
In the end, on the day of the election for the supreme throne, Long Tianhun was not chosen due to having improper motives, and his brother Long Tianzhan successfully became the next Supreme of the Dragon Clan.
In terms of talent and strength, Long Tianhun was not inferior to Long Tianzhan. In a world where strength was esteemed, he believed he could make the Dragon God Clan even more powerful, and that the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan should rightfully belong to him, but alas, it did not.
Long Tianhun felt it was his father playing favorites. He could not accept the supreme throne falling into Long Tianzhan’s hands. His hatred grew deeper over time, and eventually, Long Tianhun led many strong members of the Dragon Clan away, severing ties with the Dragon God Clan completely.
As a result, Long Tianhun also changed his name to the Evil Dragon God!
To forcibly seize the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan, Long Tianhun brazenly recruited soldiers and horses.
A great war broke out within the Dragon God Clan. With overwhelming power, Long Tianhun defeated Long Tianzhan, seized the Dragon God Seal, and thought he had secured the supreme throne, only to be sealed by divine skills used by the six elders of the Dragon God Clan in the end.
“This… this can’t be real, right? The Evil Dragon God is too terrifying! No, those six elders are even more terrifying!” As he flipped through the memories of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen trembled in horror, sweating profusely and gasping for air.
“Third Young Master! You… you’re awake?” Just as Feng Wuchen was shivering in fright, the room door was suddenly opened, and a beautiful maid rushed in.
The maid had been alarmed by the screams coming from the room earlier. When she rushed in and saw Feng Wuchen awake, she was completely dumbfounded.
“It’s also for this reason that when they discovered her this time, the higher-ups didn’t dare to rashly send people to arrest her. They could only send people to secretly look for her, to contact her, to understand her purpose for appearing in Lamijion, whether she posed any danger, and then make plans.”
And Vivian received this mission, going with others to Huaming Pavilion.
Perhaps, after being transferred back, the reason Vivian hesitated to directly seek her out again was because of this matter?
Shane felt an urge to strip away the other person’s façade.
What do you mean the other side is the evil faction?
Aren’t you also from the evil faction yourself?