The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 402 - 214: The Awakening Feng Tianming

Chapter 402: Chapter 214: The Awakening Feng Tianming

Inside the study, a sudden silence fell, only the faint sound of Qing Yu tapping the handle with his index finger echoed repeatedly.

One tap after another, the Pharmacist felt his own heart thumping in tandem, cold sweat uncontrollably breaking out all over his body.

After speaking out, the Pharmacist immediately realized he had made a mistake, filled with regret, and this silence, no doubt, was proof that the Dragon Chief took this error to heart.

The Pharmacist bowed his head, not daring to speak further, but whether it was an illusion or not, even though he never raised his head, he felt as if the bronze mask representing the supreme authority of the Azure Dragon Association and the Dragon Chief’s notorious reputation in the worldly society was right before his eyes, its deeply enigmatic eyes casually observing him.

His gaze deep like an abyss, the Pharmacist felt this abyss gradually filling his vision, with nothing but darkness before his eyes.

"..."

The Pharmacist clenched his teeth tightly, stopping himself from crying out in alarm, knowing this was his punishment.

It must be said that compared to the reckless young master Zhang Qian Ding of the past, the Pharmacist had indeed undergone a great transformation. Despite the endless fear arising from this immersion in darkness, the Pharmacist still clenched his teeth and silently endured the punishment.

The feeling in the darkness felt like a moment, yet also like a thousand years until, just when the Pharmacist felt he could no longer endure, a sudden brightness exploded before his eyes, and the world returned to its normal colors.

"Phew!"

The Pharmacist collapsed on the ground, his eyes filled with relief, and then he hurriedly knelt down, not daring to say more.

"No exceptions next time," Qing Yu said indifferently.

"Thank you, Dragon Chief!" The Pharmacist felt as if he had received a great pardon.

Only now did he begin to notice his own condition. Cold sweat had already drenched his entire body, even trickling down to form a small puddle on the ground, where the Pharmacist could see the reflection of his own pale face.

Such a vast amount of sweating, had the Pharmacist not recently broken through to the Innate Realm, he would have likely passed out due to dehydration by now.

"Since you recognize your mistake, go and carry out my commands."

"Yes, Dragon Chief."

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Within the Imperial City, the Yangxin Hall.

Ever since Emperor of Northern Zhou, Feng Tianming, was seriously injured and fell into a coma, the Yangxin Hall had become the most forbidden place in the Imperial Palace, surrounded by thousands of the Forbidden Army, with nearly ten True Pill Realm masters constantly patrolling the area stealthily.

Apart from the Imperial Physician treating the Emperor and the head of the Medicine King Hall from the Great Zen Temple, no one else, not even the Empress, could easily enter the Yangxin Hall.

"Cough cough cough..."

A heart-wrenching cough echoed from this tightly secured Yangxin Hall, the sound so loud that not even the vast Yangxin Hall could prevent it from reaching outside.

After the cough, there came urgent breathing, inhaling and exhaling rapidly and forcefully as if using all strength to breathe. The sound was filled with a yearning and greed for life, fearing that he might die without catching his breath.

The perspective shifted from outside the Yangxin Hall to its interior, where, upon the Dragon Throne at the center of the hall, a middle-aged man leaned, clutching his chest as he gasped for air.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a Dragon Robe and showing a face of illness, had an unmistakable identity—it was Feng Tianming, the Emperor of Northern Zhou, whom rumors claimed was still unconscious.

People outside never imagined that the now inconspicuous Emperor of Northern Zhou had woken up. Judging by his ability to sit on the Dragon Throne, he must have been awake for some time.

"Cough, cough..." Feng Tianming coughed violently again, "Has the Sixth Brother been assassinated?"

"Indeed, people outside are rumor-mongering that the Empress, unable to bear the pain of losing her son, secretly ordered retaliation," the old eunuch, who had instantly frozen the Eastern Palace bedroom and the Circulation Eight Extremes Formation with a clap of his hands, responded.

"The Empress isn’t so trivial," Feng Tianming slowly shook his head, "Moreover, I fully understand the extent of power the Empress can wield. She did not send anyone to assassinate the Sixth Brother."

"Then it must have been someone else with ulterior motives. Fortunately, the Sixth Prince, blessed by heaven, escaped this calamity," the old eunuch smiled.

"Blessed by heaven? I would rather that bastard had died by the assassin’s hand, cough, cough, cough..." Perhaps the anger involved agitated his vitals, causing Feng Tianming to cough again heart-wrenchingly.

After a while, Feng Tianming caught his breath and weakly said: "This bastard, I was worried from the start that once he gained fame, he would mercilessly eliminate his brothers, which is why I never gave him the position of Imperial Prince. Unexpectedly, he resorted to assassination and even killed the Eldest Prince. The rebelliousness in the back of his mind is almost piercing through his scalp."

Although the Eldest Prince, due to his mediocre talent, always remained inconspicuous, he was the subject of Feng Tianming’s greatest expectations in those early days.

From the name Coronet, it’s evident how much Feng Tianming had expected from his first son. Unfortunately, the Eldest Prince never lived up to those vast expectations.

"Ironically, isn’t the rebelliousness in his mind just like yours?" The highly ranked eunuch secretly rolled his eyes.

The Sixth Prince was the son who most resembled Feng Tianming, not just in appearance, but also in personality. Equally ambitious and ruthless, he too had a rebellious streak.

If we say that Feng Chaonan’s rebelliousness was about to pierce through his scalp, then Feng Tianming’s was already forming into a cunning ghost shape.

Not to mention his ruthless methods in fighting for the throne in his youth, the series of actions by Feng Tianming in recent days showed that he could not tolerate anyone above him.

Anyone daring to rise above Feng Tianming would find his rebellious bone piercing through their heart.

"Cough, cough, cough... Any new progress regarding my condition from the Imperial Physician?"

"It’s the same," the old eunuch shook his head, "When Your Majesty’s Qi Mechanism merged nearly indistinguishably with the Dragon Vein, the Evil Weapon that targeted the Dragon Vein also severed Your Majesty’s vitality. Your vitality can only sustain at most two more years."

"Two years...cough, cough, cough..." Feng Tianming coughed violently in succession, "If not for those treacherous men from Dragon Tiger Mountain and Qiao Baixuan damaging the Dragon Vein, exacerbating my injuries, would I have only two years left, cough, cough, cough..."

Indeed, Feng Tianming was aggrieved enough. Quietly recuperating, calamity befell him from the sky, the Dragon Vein Qi was taken, pulling at his previous injuries and worsening them, reducing his originally three to four years of life expectancy to two years—almost halving it.

When Feng Tianming awoke and learned of this, he was almost furious enough to die on the spot. His survival was indeed no small feat.

"Regardless, the preparations for the Nirvana Ceremony must be accelerated, allowing no delay. I will not resign myself to fate."