Chapter 136: The Great Chu Prince's Ambition

In the deep pit, as a minister in court robes appeared, a healing holy light technique pressed against Fang Can's chest.

With a body merely at the Mortal Shedding Realm, he possessed no spell resistance, and his physical strength was relatively low, making recovery no difficult task.

Amidst numbness and slight itching, Fang Can's body grew back.

Yet this did not wake Fang Can; compared to the pain of his body shattering inch by inch with not a single piece of flesh intact before, the current negative sensations were equivalent to nothing.

In merely a dozen or so breaths, Fang Can's head grew back, yet he still lay curled into a ball on the ground.

'This...' That court minister looked at the fully healed Fang Can and was slightly stunned.

He saw that most of Fang Can's originally black hair had turned into snow-white silver strands, like the finest silk.

This was merely what could be seen on the surface; the blood hidden within his body began to transform into gold.

His bones, forest-white and steel-like, carried a jade hue, while beneath his eyelids lay two eyeballs shining like rubies.

Beyond the external changes, alterations like the restructuring of his leg bones and shifts in his cells and bones made him vastly different from humans on both macro and micro levels.

Regarding the differences, that court minister felt only confusion, wondering how a fight could change one's appearance.

Seeing the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in official robes, Ye Yonglie was stunned first.

Though he did not understand the other's intent, since he was healing Fang Can, he should not be an enemy; immediately he clasped his hands and respectfully asked, "May I ask who you are, sir?"

That court minister stroked his beard and said kindly, "I am Li Leyang, Director of the Imperial Hospital. I happened to pass by, witnessed young friend Fang Can's battle, and thus came to add flowers to the brocade."

'Director of the Imperial Hospital? Isn't that at least Second Turn?' Everyone around subconsciously felt a jump in their hearts.

Although martial artists previously generally looked down on the court, that depended on whom they were comparing to; now seeing a Second Turn personally appear, they couldn't help but murmur doubts.

"Thank you, Director Li, for your help," Ye Yonglie hurriedly thanked, his posture impeccable.

"No matter. You all should be escorting young friend Fang Can to Jingcheng. I have urgent matters and cannot stay long; I shall wait for you all in the capital, and here I congratulate young friend Fang Can in advance on securing first place in the next Hidden Dragon List."

"I just wonder, why has Ah Can's appearance changed..." Ye Qingshi beside him asked with concern.

"This was not done by me; it should be something young friend Fang Can did himself." Li Leyang, speaking at this point, also showed some curiosity in his eyes.

As a physician, he was truly curious about a specimen like Fang Can.

As Li Leyang spoke, a golden-edged invitation was taken from his bosom and handed to Ye Yonglie: "If you all have time in the capital, you may present this scroll to visit."

Taking the golden scroll, Ye Yonglie saw the content was from the Fang family, yet the Director before him was surnamed Li?

And he also believed in the Fangs? Could it be the deity's own clan? In that case, they had no choice but to go.

He looked up again, but everyone discovered the Director of the Imperial Hospital had already vanished.

"Croak! The Imperial Hospital must have been attracted by the deity's battle and specially came to show goodwill, wa!" A believer shouted loudly but was immediately covered by others.

The believers around glared angrily: 'Didn't you see the Great Deity is sleeping? What are you making noise for?'

Ye Yonglie extended his hand to pass the golden scroll to Ye Qingshi and instructed, "Inform him after the deity wakes; do not disturb him for now."

Ye Qingshi put the golden scroll away and looked at the sleeping Fang Can with a somewhat depressed mood.

During this battle, she was unable to help at all; if Ye Yonglie had not stepped in to protect her, she probably could not have survived the aftermath.

With her frail body, her gaze could not even follow the figure of Fang Can fighting; she could only stare blankly at the plain that had suddenly exploded.

Furthermore, as Fang Can fell into unconsciousness, she, with her weak body, could only watch helplessly as other martial artists carried Fang Can into a sedan chair while she followed behind, powerless.

'I can do nothing...'

Ye Qingshi looked at Fang Can's unconscious figure and thought sorrowfully.

The sense of powerlessness made her long for power like never before, power that could protect everything.

Even now, she could not even carry the unconscious Fang Can in a bridal carry.

Meanwhile, within the court, the Fang family head was subjected to a collective gaze of contempt.

"When did you get cozy with Director Li?" A court minister who was on good terms with him transmitted a voice into his mind.

Facing the curious, contemptuous, and probing gazes of those around, the Fang family head did not look sideways:

"What is everyone looking at? The Imperial Selection should be more important now. Since the Princess is safe, let us resume discussing the Imperial Selection matters."

While saying this with his mouth, the Fang family head felt a surge of secret delight in his heart.

While these people were still torn over the battle results, he had already lent Li Leyang a Second Turn ritual vessel from within the family for a term of 200 years.

Calling this a loan was no different from giving it away; to connect with this line, he had truly bled heavily.

In the Fang family head's heart, he thought: 'Oh, my ancestor, I have pointed the way for you; you must absolutely come over.'

At the same time, in a small forest outside the capital of Great Chu, Xiang Xitao, covered in blood holes and stumbling, walked out from within.

Inside his body, countless splashes of fresh blood erupted; with every step he took, drops of fresh blood spilled.

But apart from physical exhaustion, his eyes were bright and spirited, and a satisfied smile hung on his lips.

Behind him, in the forest that was originally lush and verdant, countless trees, four or five people needed to embrace them, were snapped in half at the waist.

In the center of the woods, within a pit ten-plus meters wide, a martial artist with a tiger's back and bear's waist lay motionless in the deep pit, eyes filled with pain and humiliation, utterly still like a corpse, his vacant eyes as if his soul had been snatched away.

Swish!

Behind Xiang Xitao, an old man looked at him with frenzied eyes.

"The taste of First Turn is indeed extraordinary; after suppressing and defeating him in a fair fight, I feel my martial arts path has advanced again," Xiang Xitao said with satisfaction.

"The Crown Prince's divine skill is unparalleled; when the Hidden Dragon List opens in a few days, your deeds will surely be known to all, with no one unaware," the old man behind said respectfully.

Facing the old man's flattery, Xiang Xitao sighed instead: "Alas, what a pity."

"What worries the Crown Prince? May this old slave share the burden for the Crown Prince?"

"No matter. It is just regrettable that Fang Can of the Rising Dragon List debuted too late."

Xiang Xitao sighed: "Such a person of stunning talent, if given one year to cultivate, when we enter the great competition of all nations together then, the humiliation would be truly satisfying."

As he spoke, he recalled that since Fang Can became famous, people in the entire capital had constantly paired the other with himself, which made him somewhat displeased.

Although he didn't care much for that scoundrel Fang Can, hearing about him so often made him curious, especially regarding the claim of being the number one Cauldron!

At this thought, Xiang Xitao licked his own cracked lips.

He looked forward to the moment years later, when his supreme art was fully mastered and he led his armies to trample the capital of the Great Expansion Kingdom, for his first meeting with that Fang Can.

(End of this chapter)