Chương 2: Chapter 002: Memory of the Evil Dragon God

On the platform, Feng Zhengxiong, Xiao Qingqing, and the other members of the Feng family were panic-stricken.

Feng Wuchen's injuries were extremely serious, with one stab piercing through his Qi Sea; the platform's ground turned a swath of red.

"Elder, how's Chen Er's injury?" Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously.

"Take Wuchen back for treatment immediately!" The Feng family's Elder, Feng Qianyang, said gravely.

"Outrageous!" Hearing Feng Qianyang's words, Feng Zhengxiong flew into a rage, the ferocious killing intent erupting unchecked, "Mo Qianshan! If Chen Er doesn't survive today, I will absolutely not spare your Mo family!"

"This matter has nothing to do with me. If the Feng Family Head really wants to attack my Mo family, I am ready to welcome you at any time," the Mo family head replied indifferently, leaving without turning his head.

Even though Feng Zhengxiong had already broken through to the Ninth Level of the Transformative Realm, the Mo family head was not the least bit afraid.

"Family Head Feng, I forgot to tell you that Ling'er's current identity is a student at Tianyan Academy. Not to mention that it was Wuchen himself who thrust the sword, even if Ling'er killed him, your Feng family can't do anything about it. With Tianyan Academy and my Huangfu family's support, you should weigh your own strength before trying to deal with the Mo family," the young man on the platform sneered proudly.

After a scornful laugh, the young man added, "Do you know what a Sixth Grade Martial Soul signifies? I have never heard of Unmatched City producing a genius with a Sixth Grade Martial Soul before, let alone a woman. Even at Tianyan Academy, Ling'er stands out among the best."

Leaving those words behind, the young man also departed.

"Tianyan Academy?" Feng Zhengxiong's face underwent a severe change, but he had no time to think further, quickly leaving with the severely injured Feng Wuchen.

By comparison, Feng Wuchen's life was more important.

"Mo Ling'er has been recruited by Tianyan Academy? When did this happen?"

"As expected of Unmatched City's top genius, Mo Ling'er was recruited by Tianyan Academy!"

"A Sixth Grade Martial Soul, such a powerful talent—Tianyan Academy would be crazy not to recruit her! Mo Ling'er's future accomplishments will be boundless!"

"Having such an astonishing talent, if I were in her place, I would do the same. Such a powerful gift indeed offers better choices. Wuchen cannot blame Mo Ling'er."

The entire venue was shocked by such genius, truly making the people of Unmatched City envious.

Mo Ling'er's entry into Tianyan Academy meant her status had risen even higher, so Wuchen had even less standing to reach for her.

...

In the Feng family hall, there was silence, and worry and urgency were written on the faces of the higher-ups.

Less than a quarter hour had passed when Feng Qianyang appeared in the hall, his elderly face showing traces of sorrow and helplessness.

"Elder, how is Chen Er?" Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously; everyone's eyes turned toward Feng Qianyang.

Feng Qianyang shook his head helplessly, saying, "Wuchen's injury is too severe; his Dan Tian is damaged, and he has dropped to the Second Layer of the Body Refining Realm. With my strength as a First-grade Alchemist, I can't save Wuchen."

"Elder, do you mean to say Chen Er won't make it?" Feng Zhengxiong asked in panic, his gaze locked onto Feng Qianyang.

"Elder, please think of a way! You must save Chen Er!" Xiao Qingqing collapsed upon hearing this, tears streaming down like rain.

Feng Qianyang shook his head again, with a sigh, "Unless it's a remedy concocted by a Third-grade Alchemist. But where could we find a Third-grade Alchemist in Unmatched City?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhengxiong sat down in despair. Feng Qianyang's words had effectively pronounced a death sentence for Feng Wuchen.

"Mo Ling'er!" Feng Yuan, the eldest son, gnashed his teeth, his fists clenched with rage, "I will never forgive you! If my younger brother doesn't survive, I'll make sure you join him in death!"

"Elder, is there truly no other way?" Xiao Qingqing asked through tearful sobs, unwilling to give up even the faintest glimmer of hope.

"I truly have no means to help. Wuchen has not much time left—you can go and see him for the last time," Feng Qianyang shook his head once more.

Sorrow and anger spread through the hall.

At that moment, Feng Wuchen was still unconscious, his life force extremely fragile, hanging by a thread.

However, not long after, something miraculous happened!

The wound at Wuchen's Dan Tian, inflicted by the sword, began to heal at a visible rate!

The next second, Feng Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes wide, gasping for air as if he'd been holding his breath underwater for hours, looking as though he had a nightmare, his head covered in cold sweat, his face pale with fright.

"What... What was that black thing?" Feng Wuchen wiped off his sweat, speaking with fright, but before he could think further, his expression suddenly changed, "My... My injury, what... what happened?"

"Ah..."

As Feng Wuchen was startled and astonished, his head suddenly felt as if it had been stabbed by a sword, the pain immense, his face instantly contorting. Then, a massive influx of information poured into his mind.

"This is..." Accepting the massive influx of information without resistance, Feng Wuchen was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out; he nearly forgot the severe throbbing pain in his head.

"This is the memory of the Evil Dragon God! He is from the Ancient Dragon God Clan! It's said the Dragon Clan is an all-powerful Supreme with no equal. How could the Evil Dragon God be hiding within me, looking to use my body to reincarnate? This... Could this all be a dream?" Feng Wuchen cried out in disbelief, feeling that everything was utterly implausible.

The Ancient Dragon God Clan, Feng Wuchen had never heard of such a thing. It was only when these massive snippets of information suddenly emerged in his mind that he felt as if he were still in a dream.

In the memory of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen came to know that the Evil Dragon God was from the Ancient Dragon God Clan, which had two Holy Sons, Long Tianhun and Long Tianzhan.

The two were the most dazzling geniuses of the Dragon God Clan, but they tore their faces apart in their fight for the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan. They had been openly and secretly struggling against each other for years.

In the end, on the day of the election for the supreme throne, Long Tianhun was not chosen due to having improper motives, and his brother Long Tianzhan successfully became the next Supreme of the Dragon Clan.

In terms of talent and strength, Long Tianhun was not inferior to Long Tianzhan. In a world where strength was esteemed, he believed he could make the Dragon God Clan even more powerful, and that the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan should rightfully belong to him, but alas, it did not.

Long Tianhun felt it was his father playing favorites. He could not accept the supreme throne falling into Long Tianzhan's hands. His hatred grew deeper over time, and eventually, Long Tianhun led many strong members of the Dragon Clan away, severing ties with the Dragon God Clan completely.

As a result, Long Tianhun also changed his name to the Evil Dragon God!

To forcibly seize the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan, Long Tianhun brazenly recruited soldiers and horses.

A great war broke out within the Dragon God Clan. With overwhelming power, Long Tianhun defeated Long Tianzhan, seized the Dragon God Seal, and thought he had secured the supreme throne, only to be sealed by divine skills used by the six elders of the Dragon God Clan in the end.

"This... this can't be real, right? The Evil Dragon God is too terrifying! No, those six elders are even more terrifying!" As he flipped through the memories of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen trembled in horror, sweating profusely and gasping for air.

"Third Young Master! You... you're awake?" Just as Feng Wuchen was shivering in fright, the room door was suddenly opened, and a beautiful maid rushed in.

The maid had been alarmed by the screams coming from the room earlier. When she rushed in and saw Feng Wuchen awake, she was completely dumbfounded.

"Just woke up." The sudden entrance of the maid brought Feng Wuchen back to his senses. He nodded at her, trying to seem nonchalant.

"Family Head! Madam! Elders! The Third Young Master is awake!" After a moment of stunned silence, the disbelieving maid suddenly raised her voice and dashed out, shouting at the top of her lungs.

Her high-decibel shouting shook the very ground itself. Every member of the Feng family who could hear it was struck with a rigid expression.

Feng Qianyang had just spread the word that Feng Wuchen was beyond saving. How could he suddenly be awake? Could it be that the maid's infatuation with Feng Wuchen had deluded her into hallucinations?

"Awake?" In the hall, Feng Zhengxiong and others exchanged glances, all in shock and disbelief.

"This..." Feng Qianyang was so scared that his teacup shattered on the ground.

Feng Qianyang was a First-grade Alchemist. Although he wasn't Hua Tuo reincarnated, when it came to injuries and illnesses of the human body, he certainly had more authority than anyone!

Could such an authoritative figure be mistaken?

Of course, Feng Qianyang also hoped he had been wrong, at least for Feng Wuchen's sake, that he was not dead!

"Family Head! Madam! Elders! The Third Young Master is awake!" gasped the maid as she entered the hall, her voice still tinged with ecstatic joy.

Xiao Qingqing quickly stepped forward, grabbing the maid's hand eagerly and asking, "Xiaolan, are you telling the truth? Is Chen Er really awake?"

"Madam, it's true. The Third Young Master is in the room!" Xiaolan nodded vehemently in response.

"Quick, let's go see!" Feng Zhengxiong said, rushing out impatiently.

At this moment, Feng Wuchen was in his room, assimilating the memories of the Evil Dragon God. All of the Evil Dragon God's memories had fused with his body, which meant that everything the Evil Dragon God possessed now belonged to Feng Wuchen.

"Chen Er! Chen Er!"

The jubilant shouts of Feng Zhengxiong, Xiao Qingqing, and others came from outside the door, interrupting Feng Wuchen again.

As everyone rushed into the room, they saw that Feng Wuchen was indeed awake—a resurrection from the dead, a true miracle!

"Chen Er! That's wonderful!" Xiao Qingqing cried joyously, tears streaming down her face as she embraced Feng Wuchen.

Xiao Qingqing had not noticed Feng Wuchen's healing wounds, but Feng Zhengxiong and the others had.

The resurrection of Feng Wuchen was certainly a surprise, but at this moment, shock had overwhelmed their joy.

Such severe injuries, on the verge of death moments ago, healed in the blink of an eye?

Feng Qianyang, looking as if he had seen a ghost, almost popped his eyes out as he exclaimed, "The wounds, they've actually healed!"

"Chen Er, what's this about your injuries?" Feng Zhengxiong asked, suppressing his astonishment, feeling very strange about it.

Xiao Qingqing also couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Chen Er, what exactly happened?"

"I don't know myself. I woke up healed. It's strange to me too," Feng Wuchen casually replied, knowing he absolutely could not reveal anything about the Evil Dragon God.

Feng Qianyang hastily examined Feng Wuchen's condition, but he could not fathom the cause, although the healing was an incontrovertible fact. This perplexed Feng Qianyang even more.

Nobody knew what had really happened to Feng Wuchen's body, not even Feng Wuchen himself, perhaps.

"The memory of the Evil Dragon God, all that he had now belongs to me. This is a blessing in disguise! With the power of such a terrifying existence, who in this world can now stand against me? Mo Ling'er, you betrayed me, humiliated me, I don't blame you, I should even thank you!" The corners of Feng Wuchen's mouth curved upward slightly, and he felt a delightful thrill inside.

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