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Chapter 472 - 473: The Seven Saints of Kunlun - The Old Drunkard

Chapter 472: Chapter 473: The Seven Saints of Kunlun - The Old Drunkard

Whoosh!

Hearing the Ghost Doctor’s words, Dao Kuang, two meters tall, was puzzled and turned around, saying, "Where did he come from?"

As he turned around, he saw a large man in front of him as towering as an iron tower, about two meters and forty centimeters tall, exuding a terrifying beast-like aura, especially the blood-colored giant axe on his back, which had undoubtedly stained countless lives.

This was definitely a fierce figure!

"Ah!" Dao Kuang jumped in fright, sensing the extremely dangerous aura on this man, his face drastically changed, "Who, who are you?"

"The ninth on the Flying Dragon List—Blood Axe!" the Ghost Doctor blurted out upon seeing this man.

The whole place was shocked!

"What, the ninth on the Flying Dragon List?"

"Doesn’t that mean, this person possesses the strength of an eighth-rank Battle King?" Lei Hu swallowed his saliva.

"This is a true powerhouse, only it’s unclear whether he’s friend or foe!" Liu Kuangsheng’s face turned pale.

Blood Axe came in front of the Ghost Doctor and said with cupped hands, "I’ve seen Brother Ghost Doctor!"

The Ghost Doctor nodded and said, "Now that you’ve arrived, the significant figure behind you must have also arrived, right?"

"Hehe, my master will be here soon," Blood Axe replied.

Hiss!

Blood Axe’s master!

Hearing this, everyone’s bodies inevitably trembled.

"If he can make a powerhouse like the ninth on the Flying Dragon List his servant, how strong must his master be?"

"Perhaps even peak Battle King warriors can’t do it!"

Just then, a hearty laugh arrived, "Ghost Doctor, long time no see!"

The person hadn’t arrived yet, but a wave of overwhelming alcoholic fumes spread!

The Ghost Doctor moved his nose, his face filled with shock, "Old Drunkard!"

Everyone looked up and saw a fat old man approaching, with a belly as big as Maitreya Buddha and a nose like a grog barrel, walking unsteadily as if he was limping, which was extremely ridiculous.

"Eh, this drunken old man is walking, but why are there no footprints on the snow?" Dao Kuang watched curiously as the Drunkard Old Man walked without leaving footprints.

"Your disciple is dead, yet you’re still drinking so much?" the Ghost Doctor frowned.

"Because of that, I’m indeed happy!" the Old Drunkard grinned and laughed.

What?

Hearing Old Drunkard’s words, people like the Northern King’s Hall were furious, their eyes wide with anger.

"Where did this stinky drunkard come from, saying such things!"

"Get lost!"

Upon hearing this, the Old Drunkard’s face still smiled, but a terrifying aura erupted from his body, instantly making the people from the Northern King’s Hall gasp for breath, feeling as if someone was gripping their throats with a palm, their faces turning pale.

"Everyone, don’t be rude!" Seeing this, the Ghost Doctor immediately intervened, "Old Drunkard, they are ignorant!"

"Hmph, even the Northern King wouldn’t dare speak to me this way! You little brats, what nerve you have!" the Old Drunkard said, his aura gradually subsiding.

Phew!

Everyone gasped for air, feeling as if they had just walked through the gates of hell!

"That was terrifying!"

"Who is this Old Drunkard, to say even the Northern King wouldn’t dare speak to him like this?" Dao Kuang, Liu Kuangsheng, and others asked curiously.

The Ghost Doctor solemnly said, "Let me introduce him properly; he is one of the Kunlun Seven Sages, the Sage of Wine—Old Drunkard!"

Boom!

The Sage of Wine!

Hearing these two words, the entire place exploded!

"Damn, could he be the legendary Sage of Wine from the Kunlun Seven Sages?"

"Rumors say in Kunlun there’s a divine being, who is never drunk, capable of drinking ten thousand catties of liquor, isn’t that this man?" the people of the Northern King’s Hall exclaimed in shock!

The Kunlun Seven Sages!

This represented the absolute peak of martial artists!

Unconstrained by the six ministers and royal families of Dragon Country!

Above the secular world!

And the Sage of Wine, showing his cultivation level is unfathomable, far surpassing the Battle King level!

"All right, stop scaring these kids!" Old Drunkard waved his hand and took a swig of liquor, burping loudly.

The ghost doctor furrowed his brow, "Old drunkard, at a time like this, you still have the mind to drink?"

"Because my disciple is about to encounter a great opportunity!" the Sage of Wine grinned, turning to the Blood Axe beside him, "Open the coffin!"

"Yes!" Blood Axe accepted the command.

"Stop!" The ghost doctor placed his hand on the coffin, anger on his face, "Old drunkard, you’d better explain yourself clearly! Even though you are Little Ye’s master, respect for the dead is paramount, and disturbed they should not be. It’s a major taboo!"

"Exactly, don’t touch Brother Wudao’s coffin!" Xia Shiqi, Xu Yuanyuan, and several beauties blocked Ye Wudao’s coffin together.

"Your little rabbit’s girlfriends, aren’t they? Pretty indeed!" the Sage of Wine grinned and then glared at the ghost doctor, "You old ghoul, have you gone senile? Who told you this little rabbit, Ye Wudao, is dead?"

What?

Ye Wudao isn’t dead!

Upon hearing the Sage of Wine’s words, everyone’s expression changed dramatically.

"Open it," said the Sage of Wine.

"Rise!" Blood Axe shouted, and instantly the lid of the coffin flew off.

The ghost doctor stared intently at Ye Wudao inside the coffin, noticing a thin red membrane covering his body, and in shock said, "Old drunkard, this, this is your spiritual energy!"

"Since you’ve noticed it, how could you arbitrarily conclude that my disciple was dead?" the Sage of Wine said with a smile.

"I, I was too angry earlier, my mind went blank, I didn’t check!" the ghost doctor said awkwardly.

Blood Axe said, "Master, you can’t blame the ghost doctor, after all, who would believe that Ye Wudao could withstand three palms from Emperor Qin and not die?"

The Sage of Wine nodded with a smile.

"Ghost Doctor, does this mean Brother Wudao is still alive?"

"Is the Young Master truly alive?" Everyone looked curious.

The ghost doctor lifted Ye Wudao from the coffin and set him on the ground, then took a ghost needle and inserted it into Ye Wudao’s body.

After a moment, he removed the ghost needle and diagnosed, "Although Little Ye was protected by the Old Drunkard’s spiritual energy, his meridians were already shattered, severely injured, and he had entered a state akin to suspended animation! Even if alive, the best outcome might be a vegetative state!"

What?

Upon hearing the ghost doctor’s words, everyone felt a momentary joy which soon turned into expressions of grief and anger.

"Who says he can’t live, not only will he live, but he will transform to become ten times stronger than before!" the Sage of Wine took a sip of his drink and laughed.

Hearing the Sage of Wine’s words, the ghost doctor’s face changed, "I once heard of an ancient forbidden technique in Kunlun, specifically meant for those with broken meridians to cultivate, but it’s extremely difficult, almost no one has managed to master it!"

"Hehe, correct. This technique is called the Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique!" the Sage of Wine said lightly.

"Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique!"

"What a domineering name!" exclaimed the Blade Mad and others.

"Isn’t it reputed to be one of the top ten treasured techniques of Kunlun, ranked second? Once cultivated to Mahayana, it can unlock the power of a hundred blood veins within the body, immensely powerful, invincible in the world!" the ghost doctor’s face changed dramatically.

"Correct!" the Sage of Wine laughed.

"I understand now, I get it!" the ghost doctor suddenly realized.

"Ghost Doctor, what exactly do you understand?"

"Tell us!" Everyone was on tenterhooks.

"With the Old Drunkard’s cultivation level, he could easily have saved Little Ye without any effort! He deliberately allowed Little Ye to endure three palms from Emperor Qin to intentionally ruin Ye Wudao’s meridians! This was to let him reconstruct his meridians and cultivate the Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique of Kunlun!" the ghost doctor explained.

So that was it!

Everyone suddenly understood, and each one of them showed a look of joy.

"Don’t celebrate too soon! The Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique is extremely domineering; the slightest miscalculation and the body could explode, dying in the process. It’s also known as the technique with the highest mortality rate." the ghost doctor voiced with apprehension.

Hiss!

Everyone gasped in shock!

"Old drunkard, do you really want him to cultivate the Hundred Veins Prison Suppression Technique? With the means of the Seven Sages of Kunlun, even if Ye Wudao’s meridians are completely severed, restoring them isn’t impossible, why bother with such a taboo technique?" the ghost doctor said.

"It wouldn’t work for others, but he can do it!" the Sage of Wine laughed.

"No, this is too risky!" the ghost doctor said through gritted teeth; "I’ll risk my old face and go to Kunlun to find the Saint of Medicine, that old immortal. Together, we can surely restore Little Ye completely!"

"To save this kid, you’re willing to swallow your pride and plead with the old Saint of Medicine?" the Sage of Wine was surprised.

"I and Little Ye hit it off right from the start, bonded by life and death!" the ghost doctor said.

The Sage of Wine patted the ghost doctor on the shoulder, laughing, "No need, this was actually the boss’s order!"

What?

The boss?!

Struck by lightning, the ghost doctor’s mind conjured an image of a terrifying figure, indescribable in his grandeur, strength, and invincibility.

His whole body trembled, his Adam’s apple slowly moving, "The Emperor’s order, I see..."

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