Chapter 445: Revisiting Saihe Palace

After Chen Fan left with his people, Nos Zhenyue stood with his hands behind his back, while Geluote stood respectfully to the side, though he could not hide the anxiety between his brows.

"My Lord, why did you reveal the news of the Space Spirit Stone to that Chen Fan?"

Nos Zhenyue's face was as dark as water, yet a trace of sinister calculation flashed in the depths of his eyes: "When two tigers fight, one is bound to be injured. Neither Chen Fan nor the Dragon Venerable are kind souls; they are destined to fight to the death to seize the Space Spirit Stone. Regardless of who perishes, it is a heaven-sent opportunity for our Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race to eliminate a major threat."

……

The Africa continent, blood-red clouds pressing down on the city.

The Beast Worship Cult poured out in full force, tens of thousands of followers like a plague of locusts, stirring up a storm of blood and gore across this ancient land, with only one goal—to hunt down a Huaxia man.

This person was none other than Mo Wuya.

Ever since he swallowed the Beast God Pill and infiltrated the Beast Worship Cult under an alias, he had risen through the ranks within the cult day by day, relying on his superb medical skills. Not only did he use this to break through to the Martial Saint realm, but he also ascended to the throne of the Green Wood Hall Master, becoming one of the nine great Hall Masters of the Beast Worship Cult.

A Hall Master's authority within the cult is equal to that of a Bishop, and the two stand in opposition—the Bishop manages internal affairs and leads the cult's administration; the Hall Master manages external affairs and holds the power of slaughter. The Green Wood Hall, in particular, controls the entire Beast Worship Cult's lifeline of medicinal pills and its sanctuary for healing.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Relying on his status as the Green Wood Hall Master, Mo Wuya soon made contact with the Dragon Venerable. By chance, he learned that the Dragon Venerable was secretly hiding a Space Spirit Stone. Knowing the heaven-defying effects of this object, Mo Wuya feared that the Dragon Venerable's strength would skyrocket and become uncontrollable after absorbing it, so he conceived the idea of stealing the treasure.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to heal the Dragon Venerable, Mo Wuya succeeded. However, just as he was about to flee, he was discovered by the Dragon Venerable and severely wounded by a single strike.

He fought to escape into the hinterland of the Africa continent, which led to this frantic, earth-shattering manhunt by the Beast Worship Cult.

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On the other side, after Chen Fan bid farewell to the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race, he rode Qingyou and headed straight for Africa.

The Divine Dragon crossed the sky, covering a thousand miles in an instant. Yet, as he traversed the entire continent, everything he saw was deathly silent; he did not even see the shadow of a single Beast Worship Cultist.

"Master, could it be that the Beast Worship Cult has already succeeded and recovered the Space Spirit Stone?" Guifuzi's voice came from the Nether Demon Evil Armor, full of doubt.

Chen Fan frowned and shook his head: "Not necessarily. Follow me to Egypt first. Princess Saihe is the local snake here; her intelligence network should be able to give us the answer."

Before the words had faded, Chen Fan had already sent a message to Saihe. However, until the Divine Dragon landed above Saihe Palace, that message remained like a stone sinking into the sea, receiving no reply.

The one who came to greet them was a familiar face, Zhan Le.

Since graduating from the Jiangcai Camp, Zhan Le had insisted on following Chen Fan and was arranged by Chen Fan to stay by Saihe's side to assist in managing the cultivation and defense of the Other Shore Flower.

"Young Marshal!" When Zhan Le saw Chen Fan, a blazing light erupted in his eyes, and he knelt on one knee.

In the current Zhenyuan Army, everyone from top to bottom respectfully addressed Chen Fan as "Young Marshal."

"Where is Saihe?" Chen Fan gave him a light lift, skipping the pleasantries and getting straight to the point.

Zhan Le's expression sank instantly, his tone grave: "Young Marshal, Saihe... she has been in the palace for three days, and there has been no news since. I sent people to investigate at the risk of their lives, only to learn that she has been placed under house arrest in the royal palace by the old King of Egypt."

"Hmph!"

A cold snort sounded like a thunderclap from the nine heavens. The terrifying aura that Chen Fan had inadvertently leaked instantly turned into tangible pressure, making the surrounding air become viscous.

Zhan Le and the accompanying guards turned pale, feeling as if a thousand-jin boulder were pressing on their chests, their breathing stalling.

Chen Fan noticed the others' distress, quickly retracted his aura, and asked in a deep voice: "Detailed situation, speak!"

Zhan Le did not dare to delay, quickly gathering his thoughts and reporting: "Three days ago, the old King summoned the Princess to the palace under the pretext of 'discussing the succession.' The Princess thought the old King had finally had a change of heart and went happily, but who knew it was a trap! The old King turned hostile on the spot and detained the Princess, then announced to the outside world that his son, Sai Ming, would inherit the throne!"

Chen Fan knew Saihe's situation well. That old King's preference for sons over daughters was incurable; even if the Crown Prince Sai Ming was a hopeless fool, he was determined to hand the future of Egypt to his son. This was also the root cause of Saihe's disillusionment and her determination to leave the palace to establish Saihe Palace.

"Qingyou, follow me to storm the Egyptian royal palace!" Cold light flashed in Chen Fan's eyes.

The next moment, Qingyou let out a dragon roar that shook the heavens, its massive body soaring into the sky. Chen Fan took Zhan Le and leaped, landing steadily on the dragon's back.

The Divine Dragon flicked its tail, and in an instant, it arrived above the Egyptian royal palace.

The hundred-zhang-long Divine Dragon coiled in the clouds, blocking the sky and sun, its dragon might like a prison.

The entire palace instantly fell into a deathly silence; the guards and palace maids were terrified and trembling, not daring to even breathe loudly.

An old man wearing magnificent robes walked out of the main hall. He was the old King of Egypt, Sai En, whose cultivation was only at the early stage of Martial Saint.

Facing Qingyou's unbridled dragon might, if he hadn't been bracing himself with all his might, he would have already knelt to the ground.

"I do not know which Martial Saint has arrived? Sai En failed to welcome you from afar!" Sai En lowered his head, his voice hoarse; he could not see the figure on the dragon's back at all, but just from this Divine Dragon, he knew the newcomer's strength was unfathomable.

"Boom!"

A cold snort sounded like a thunderclap exploding in everyone's ears.

Sai En felt his vision blur, and an extremely young figure had already appeared before him like a ghost.

"This..." Sai En rubbed his eyes, looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief. But the vast aura emanating from the young man was like a galaxy falling to earth, making his soul tremble; this person could crush him to death with just one finger!

"An Eastern face... could it be... Great Xia's Chen Fan?!"

Sai En's heart shook violently, and various legends about Chen Fan flooded his mind. Seeing him today, he realized that the rumors had underestimated this person after all. That aura of looking down upon the world was more than a hundred times greater than the legends!

"I do not know why Lord Chen Fan has come?" Sai En's attitude was respectful to the extreme, even his form of address had changed.

"You have quite a lot of nerve." Chen Fan looked down from above, his voice as cold as a blade.

Sai En was startled and hurriedly said: "My Lord, please calm your anger! This old man does not understand."

"Where is Saihe?" Chen Fan's gaze was like lightning, sweeping over Sai En, "You even dare to touch my people!"

"Thump!"

Sai En's heart sank to the bottom. He never expected that the person standing behind Saihe was actually this god of slaughter, Chen Fan! Had he known, he wouldn't have dared to place Saihe under house arrest even if he had a hundred times the courage.

"Quick! Quickly invite Her Highness the Princess out!" Sai En roared hysterically at the guards behind him, his voice cracking.

In a deathly silent wait, Princess Saihe was "invited" out by two guards.

When she saw that familiar figure on the dragon's back, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, followed by irrepressible ecstasy.

"Master!"

With a soft cry, Saihe's tears fell like rain, and she ran toward Chen Fan regardless of everything.

However, when she actually ran in front of Chen Fan, she suddenly stopped. She lowered her head, her hands nervously twisting the corner of her clothes, her cheeks flushed; the grievance and fortitude she had endured in the palace now turned into the shyness and bashfulness of a young girl.

Chen Fan looked at her slightly messy hair, his tone softening a little: "Are you hurt?"

"No... no." Saihe shook her head obediently, her voice as thin as a mosquito's.

"Hmm." Chen Fan nodded slightly, "Since you are fine, then come with me."

Having said that, he did not look at Sai En, who was on the ground as if granted amnesty, and leaped onto the dragon's back with Saihe.

Not until the Divine Dragon carried everyone away and vanished into the horizon as a streak of light did Sai En wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. He looked at the Crown Prince Sai Ming, who was still dazed beside him, and patted his shoulder with a bitter smile: "Ming'er, from now on, you had better keep your tail tucked in front of your sister."

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Inside Saihe Palace.

As soon as everyone was seated, Chen Fan went straight to the point and asked about the movements of the Beast Worship Cult.

Saihe composed his emotions, his expression turning grave, and reported quickly: "Master, a few days ago, in order to hunt down Senior Mo, the Beast Worship Cult turned Africa upside down. They even casually wiped out several small nations to force out clues, leaving the people in a state of panic. However, after conducting a carpet search across the entire continent, they never found a trace of Senior Mo, and in the end, they had no choice but to temporarily cease their activities and withdraw their main forces."

"Did Mo Wuya not come to you to lie low?" Chen Fan asked.

Saihe shook his head helplessly and sighed: "No. In fact, I have also been sending people to inquire about Senior Mo's whereabouts in secret, hoping to provide him with some help, but I have never been able to make contact. I suspect he deliberately cut off all ties because he was worried about bringing a catastrophe upon us."

Chen Fan stroked his chin and fell into deep thought. Mo Wuya's whereabouts remained a mystery, which was extremely disadvantageous for their search for the Space Spirit Stone.

Just then, the voice of Guifuzi suddenly rang out, carrying a hint of a smug, cunning laugh: "Hehe, Master, if you want to find that Mo Wuya, this old turtle has a plan."

"Oh?" A flash of light appeared in Chen Fan's eyes as he looked at Guifuzi in surprise.

"Hehe!" Guifuzi laughed, "Mo Wuya once consumed an Other Shore Flower. As long as the 'host skeleton' that cultivated that Other Shore Flower still exists, I can use the ability of Qi-tracking and positioning to find his exact location!"

"There is such a Divine Ability?" Chen Fan was both surprised and delighted, "Is this an ability of your true form, or an auxiliary skill of the Nether Demon Evil Armor?"

"Master's eyes are like torches!" Guifuzi flattered him, "It is precisely the profound nature of this Magic Armor."

Chen Fan immediately turned his gaze to Saihe: "Is that skeleton still preserved?"

Saihe nodded, a look of difficulty appearing on his face: "The skeletons are all still in the pyramid. It's just... too much time has passed, and I can no longer remember which specific corpse the Other Shore Flower Senior Mo consumed was cultivated from."