The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 347: Returning to the Cangqiong Sect!

After Yue Yunlan had rested for a while, Ling Feng led the two women out of the Five Elements Heavenly Palace.

As for the despicable donkey and Zifeng, they refused to leave the Five Elements Heavenly Palace.

The despicable donkey was determined to pick out the best treasures, meticulously picking up each item and carefully refining the mined metals to remove any impurities.

Ling Feng was completely exasperated by what the despicable donkey was doing. The donkey would end up taking far more resources than he had anticipated.

However, a gentleman’s word was his bond, and Ling Feng couldn't go back on his promise.

After all, the despicable donkey was his spirit pet, and its possessions, in a sense, were also his own.

Moreover, with the despicable donkey staying in the Five Elements Heavenly Palace, it would be convenient to seek its help when needed.

Following the despicable donkey’s directions, the three of them soon exited the ancient Five Elements Sect barrier and returned to the Tianwei Mountain range. The barrier disappeared instantly, leaving no trace despite their attempts to find it again.

One had to admit, the despicable donkey indeed had some peculiar skills.

The trio quickly left the Tianwei Mountain range and headed straight for Cangqiong Mountain.

By the time they returned to the Cangqiong Sect, night had already fallen.

With the young lady of the Cangqiong Sect, Yue Yunlan, leading the way, Ling Feng naturally faced no obstacles and soon arrived at Yue Zhonglian’s study just as Wen Tingguang was coming out.

"Ah, Brother Ling!" Wen Tingguang’s eyes lit up when he saw Ling Feng and Yue Yunlan together. He chuckled knowingly, "I was just about to go find you!"

Ling Feng gave Wen Tingguang a fist-and-palm salute. "Brother Wen, the six-month period is nearly up. I happened to meet Miss Yue, so we came together."

"Hmm," Wen Tingguang nodded, glanced at Yue Yunlan, and sighed. "Brother Ling, you should go and treat the Sect Leader quickly."

Judging from Wen Tingguang’s tone and the fact that Yue Yunlan had come to fetch him, Ling Feng had a good idea of the situation.

Yue Zhonglian’s condition must not have improved as expected.

"Take me to him," Ling Feng said seriously, somewhat blaming himself inside.

Why would a patient neglect their own health...

Wen Tingguang led Ling Feng and Yue Yunlan into the study, while Qiao Qiao waited outside. She was, after all, just a maid and needed to observe the proper etiquette.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Before they even entered, Yue Zhonglian’s coughing made Ling Feng frown.

As expected, his condition had only slightly improved since five months ago.

The study was brightly lit.

Yue Zhonglian, draped in a robe, was bent over his desk, writing quickly. Every so often, he would be seized by a fit of coughing.

A pile of thick documents was spread out on the table.

The sect leader's wife, Hong Lian, stood beside him while grinding ink. She stayed with him out of concern for his health.

"Father, Mother!"

Seeing her father engrossed in his work again, Yue Yunlan couldn’t help but sigh. She hurried forward, saying through clenched teeth, "Father, why do you overwork yourself like this?"

"Lan'er, you're back."

Yue Zhonglian paused his writing and looked up at his daughter, a faint smile appearing on his face, followed by another bout of severe coughing.

Given his level of cultivation, it was hard to believe his body could be so weak.

If people knew that Yue Zhonglian had lost ninety percent of his vitality and was still managing state affairs, they would likely feel nothing but admiration for him.

Ling Feng sighed softly, not fully understanding Yue Zhonglian's persistence.

Perhaps, standing in different positions, people valued different things.

For Ling Feng, gaining greater strength was the key to uncovering the mystery of his own past.

For Yue Zhonglian, perhaps maintaining the Cangqiong Sect's status and assisting the ruler in governing the country was his lifelong pursuit.

Loyalty and patriotism.

Ling Feng couldn’t fully empathize, but it didn’t stop him from admiring Yue Zhonglian's dedication.

After all, with the demon race lurking and the countries of the Dongling Region eyeing them covetously, the responsibilities of a sect leader of a divine guardian sect were immense.

"Father, I’ve brought Mr. Ling back!" Yue Yunlan said gently.

"Junior Ling Feng greets the sect leader," Ling Feng stepped forward and gave a fist-and-palm salute.

"You’re here." Yue Zhonglian looked at Ling Feng and smiled faintly, as if greeting an old friend.

Seeing Yue Zhonglian’s haggard face, Ling Feng sighed and asked, somewhat reproachfully, "Didn’t I say you mustn’t get out of bed for the first half month and shouldn’t overwork yourself for the first half year?"

"Apologies, but I, Yue Zhonglian, have never broken a promise. However, in urgent matters, the state cannot wait for my frail body."

Yue Zhonglian smiled bitterly. "If sacrificing my frail body can bring even one day of peace, it is worth it."

"Sect Leader, your noble spirit is truly admirable."

Ling Feng had nothing more to say. Yue Zhonglian was indeed a very uncooperative patient, but also the most respectable one.

As the state of the world declined and people's hearts grew indifferent, it became increasingly rare to find someone like Yue Zhonglian. It was even more admirable that, despite his high position, he prioritized the country and sought the welfare of its people. Ling Feng could only feel deep respect for him.

All Ling Feng could do was try his best to heal Yue Zhonglian’s illness. That was all.

"My duty compels me. I hope Mr. Ling won't blame me for failing to keep my promise."

Ling Feng shook his head slowly. "Let me check your pulse first, Sect Leader."

"Thank you, Mr. Ling." The sect leader's wife hurriedly cleared the documents and ink from the desk, urging, "Sect Leader, please wait until Mr. Ling has finished treating you before attending to anything else."

Yue Zhonglian cooperatively extended his arm. Ling Feng placed his fingers on Yue Zhonglian's wrist, listened for a moment, and discovered that his vitality had further deteriorated.

"Sect Leader, please release your protective elemental qi. I need to administer acupuncture."

With that, Ling Feng took out ten Regenerative Golden Needles. Using these needles to form the "Regenerative Needle Array" would greatly repair Yue Zhonglian’s vitality diagram.

Combined with some medicinal pills to restore vitality, it should alleviate the immediate crisis.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng activated his true qi. The ten Regenerative Golden Needles simultaneously pierced various acupoints on Yue Zhonglian's back, forming the Regenerative Needle Array.

Time passed slowly.

Sweat dripped from Ling Feng's forehead. To restore Yue Zhonglian's vitality as much as possible, he exerted all his energy. His face was soaked in sweat, and his clothes were drenched.

Thanks to the ten Regenerative Golden Needles, the treatment was much more effective this time. After about half an hour, Ling Feng had managed to restore about twenty percent of Yue Zhonglian's vitality diagram, which then began to regenerate on its own.

Having completed the procedure, Ling Feng's vision went black, and he collapsed.

Yue Yunlan immediately rushed forward to catch the unconscious Ling Feng. Seeing his frail state, her heart ached.

Having twenty percent of his vitality restored, Yue Zhonglian used his energy to expel the Regenerative Golden Needles, placed them back into Ling Feng's pouch, and said, "Lan’er, take him to the west wing to rest."