The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 417 - 284: The Beast Beyond the Sacred_2

Chapter 417: Chapter 284: The Beast Beyond the Sacred_2

Even so, considering he could control others from his Dantian Cave without fusing with his own body, Yan Xiaobao was quite satisfied. He returned to his body, planning to continue his deep meditation and focus on his cultivation.

As soon as he sat down, he noticed a resounding noise—one breath felt like a hundred. Whether it was Sha Yun or the strangers outside, everyone was enveloped in the tranquil clouds, and they were all breathing in unison. Amid this haze, everyone seemed to be acting under Yan Xiaobao’s command.

Yan Xiaobao issued a simple command, instructing the cultivation base to rotate. Suddenly, a surge of power rushed toward Yan Xiaobao’s body. This wasn’t the essence of heaven and earth; it was refined Qi and spiritual energy. All of it entered Yan Xiaobao’s body, manually elevating himself to a level akin to his own quality. The young man was astounded, realizing just how quickly he was approaching the Master Level Seventh Star. It was a speed beyond his imagination.

After a while, Yan Xiaobao ordered everything to halt, stopping the cultivators imbued within the tranquil clouds from funneling their cultivation energy into his body.

Though it was highly possible for Yan Xiaobao to let this process continue, he understood that if cultivators within his cloud were exhausted, including his friends and their cultivation bases, they would be just as drained as anyone else. Yan Xiaobao was mindful of this as he continued on.

This wasn’t a devouring ability. It felt as though the tranquil clouds were a fundamental part of cultivation itself. It seemed no cultivation base could resist the beckoning call emitted from the clouds.

With such thoughts in mind, Yan Xiaobao slowly withdrew the tranquil clouds back into his Dantian Cave, where they patiently awaited another summoning. To his surprise, Yan Xiaobao discovered the size of the clouds had drastically increased due to so many cultivators fostering their energies within its atmosphere. Currently, the mist was even larger than the red fog, which filled Hui Yu’s heart with immense joy.

Hui Yue cast a glance at the green pearl and snorted lightly. He understood the blue cloud and the red fog; one expanded through murder while the other grew through cultivation. However, as long as the green pearl seemed to assist Yan Xiaobao in healing his injuries, it would also grow. Yet, this wasn’t something Hui Yue could explain—how the pearl expanded precisely from injuries—or predict when it would grow next. This element of uncertainty led Yan Xiaobao to completely disregard the pearl, pretending it didn’t exist unless he gazed directly at it, which left him inexplicably enraged afterwards.

Leaving the Qi Cave, Yan Xiaobao slowly opened his eyes and stood up, his body brimming with surging energy—a power he had never possessed before. Though he had absorbed the energy of all the cultivators in a brief span of time, it crashed over him like ocean waves hitting the shore, leaving behind the purest energy for Yan Xiaobao to refine and sustain within his own being.

The amount of spiritual energy and Qi he absorbed far surpassed anything he could have cultivated over several months. As Yan Xiaobao clenched and released his fists, feeling the newfound strength coursing through him, happiness washed over his face.

The smile on his face transformed into a resolute expression as he moved toward the courtyard. He stood beneath a tree and closed his eyes, activating the Qi within his body.

Initially, he resumed his routine training, utilizing black blood and the Qi dagger. Then he shifted into various stances, his entire focus fixated on the two daggers in his hands.

Yan Xiaobao stood with his tense muscles unmoving, not budging an inch. Anyone observing him would assume he was meditating while standing still, but what he truly intended was to envision all the different attacks he could perform using the black blood daggers in his hands.

The daggers had long since become an extension of Yan Xiaobao’s body, akin to the limbs of his arms. Mere thought was enough for Yan Xiaobao to train.

With a gentle motion, the Qi dagger shot forward. It drew a curved slashing line, yet when viewed from another angle, the strike appeared straight. The variation in the attack depended on the observer’s perspective.

Although Yan Xiaobao had mastered numerous Martial Arts Skills and spiritual art techniques, he still leaned toward strengthening his muscles, body, and mind. Lan Feng had taught him long ago to never neglect the fundamentals, a lesson Yan Xiaobao wholeheartedly embraced. He already understood how much of a difference it made, fueling his unwavering determination and an insatiable thirst for improvement.

Xie Lan stood inside, watching the young man rigorously training in the enclosed courtyard, her gaze laden with complex emotions. She too had been enveloped by the tranquility that spread earlier, but unlike others, she was acutely aware that he had absorbed some of her cultivation base.

Now, observing the young man, Xie Lan noticed his body teeming with an even greater degree of strength than earlier. She felt a deep unease, uncertain how to handle the knowledge she had uncovered. The young man before her was like no one she had ever encountered, which terrified her. Yet, what frightened her even more was how obsessed her master was with this enigmatic boy.

In Xie Lan’s eyes, Xu Biao was the most important person, ensuring his safety became her life’s mission. To see him so enraptured by a stranger was something she couldn’t fully comprehend, leaving her with a lingering sense of danger.

Though Xie Lan sensed the peril, Xu Biao’s direct orders bound her hands. Working alongside Yan Xiaobao, assisting him in winning the competition, and protecting him in case of danger were commands she couldn’t defy. Under these circumstances, even if Xie Lan wished to sever ties with the boy, she had no choice but to accept the impossibility of doing so. Turning away from the window, she let out a sharp breath before retreating to her room, where she resumed cultivating.

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"What do you mean, you still haven’t found him?" Zhong Hui questioned, his gaze piercing the seven Crusaders quivering before him in fear as they delivered this news.

Seeing their trembling forms, Zhong Hui couldn’t help but sigh. He knew these Crusaders wouldn’t dare lie to him, but he also understood that no one could vanish completely from the face of the earth.

Weighing his options, Zhong Hui suddenly chuckled. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the seven quaking Crusaders who remained on their knees.

"There’s one option," he murmured quietly to himself, then called out, "Xiao Min!" His voice carried across the room, summoning a dazzling figure into appearance. The newcomer’s hair and skin were as white as freshly fallen snow, adorned with frost-dappled blossoms at the crown of his head. His eyes shone icy blue, veiled by faint mist.

"Milod," the frozen figure addressed as he bowed respectfully to the handsome man seated on the frozen throne.

"Reach out to the Dragon Army," Zhong Hui commanded with a sly smile. "Have them keep an eye out for a boy with white hair. If they find him, instruct them to treat him cautiously and ensure that he’s not out of sight until they notify me, so I can capture him myself."

"Yes, Milod," Xiao Min replied. Bowing deeply, he retreated from the room, never once turning his back to his master.

"I look forward to seeing the young, white-haired boy’s reaction when he realizes all that has changed during his absence over these past few months," a voice suddenly echoed as another frozen figure emerged.

Unlike the former figure, this newcomer exhibited none of the expected reverence toward Zhong Hui. Surprisingly, the striking man atop the throne didn’t seem annoyed by this lack of regard; instead, his face brimmed with smiles and delight.

"I’m curious how he’ll respond," Zhong Hui agreed, gazing into an unseen horizon. "Not just him," he continued thoughtfully, "but as I understand it, our charming little boy is traveling with the Wang Family daughter and the Deng Family son. When they hear about what happened while they were gone, they’ll undoubtedly be shocked."

The two men fell silent momentarily before an eruption of laughter burst forth within the throne room. Zhong Hui’s face lit up with immense amusement.

"What do you think their reaction will be?" Zhong Hui asked the frozen figure beside him, who merely shrugged. "How could they even act?" the figure answered enigmatically. "Whatever they do—what’s done is done—they can’t change anything."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Hui reclined on his throne, his expression tinged with a slight disappointment as he nodded in agreement. The frozen man’s logic rang true.

"I think the boy you’re hunting won’t even be aware of all the shifts here," he remarked with a chuckle. "My guess is, before he has the chance to react, you’ll turn him into a member of the Frozen Corps."

Zhong Hui didn’t respond to this comment. Instead, he slowly waved his hand, allowing the frozen man to bow slightly before exiting the throne room.

"The Frozen Corps, huh?" Zhong Hui mused to himself with a smile, leaning back on the frozen throne as his gaze drifted once more into the distance.

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