Zhang nglong seed to have entered a state of ditation, enveloped together with the old man Zhan in a blaze of fire. The fire's color continuously shifted, and its temperature fluctuated between hot and cold, but no one dared to co closer.
This process lasted for a full hour before the flas on Zhang nglong's body receded into every pore of his skin.
"It's done!" Zhang nglong gently placed the old man Zhan on the ground. He was still peacefully asleep, but one could see a sense of calm and serenity reflected in his expression. Although the poisonous fire had constantly been suppressed, the agony of being scorched by such venomous flas had pushed the old man to the brink of life being worse than death.
But now, with the poisonous fire eradicated, he no longer needed to forcefully use his power to suppress it. After centuries, his body today could finally relax.
"Father, grandfather's pulse is very stable, he should be fine now." Zhan Qing checked the old man's body. The once clingy poisonous fire had completely vanished from him.
Not only that, the traces of the poisonous fire once scorched into his bones—surfaces and deeper areas once ink-green—were now completely gone, and his body had fully recovered to normal human levels.
Although his realm had declined significantly, in such circumstances, preserving life was already considered incredibly fortunate—what more could one ask for?
"Mr. Zhan, this is the seed of the poisonous fire." Zhang nglong extended his hand, revealing a vessel containing a mass of ink-green fla, within which the faint outline of an Agate Dragon could be seen gliding leisurely. This was indeed the unique fire, born over hundreds of years from the fire venom left by the Agate Dragon on the old man.
"Since it's nurtured from the Agate Dragon's fla, let's call it Dragon Venom Fla!" Zhan Xun gingerly accepted it, feeling unexpectedly attached to the fla.
"Dragon Venom Fla..." Zhang nglong's forehead creased with black lines. Such a pretentious na chosen by Zhan Xun... truly childish yet lacking sophistication.
"When saving soone, save them to the end. When sending a Buddha, send them all the way to the West," Zhang nglong took out several elixirs. "This fla remains incredibly perilous. If you intend to refine it, the risks are considerable. These elixirs should offer you so assistance."
"Thank you, Master!" Zhan Xun was overjoyed. Now he was fully confident in Zhang nglong's abilities, believing these elixirs could indeed help him refine the fla, surely boosting his chances of advancing to the Divine Cultivation Realm.
"Handle this carefully. If you inadvertently release it, your entire Zhan Family will be finished."
"Thank you for the reminder, Master." Zhan Xun stashed away the fla seed, deciding to personally safeguard it.
"Alright, the matter is resolved, I feel it's about ti to head back." Zhang nglong stretched lazily.
"Master, how about staying for a al before departing?" Zhan Xun eagerly invited.
"No, I must return ho!"
Zhang nglong waved his hand and directly left the Zhan Family.
"Return ho?" Qing Kong and Lan Xin exchanged puzzled glances. Those words carried significant implications. Could this master actually be from their Yanlan Empire, living right here in the capital city?
But that couldn't be—it would be impossible for them not to know if Yanlan Empire had soone so formidable. Moreover, this master had no fa whatsoever, which seed unfounded!
"Third Princess, I have a hunch," Qing Kong said, "that soon enough, we'll et him again."
"Let's hope so," the Third Princess watched Zhang nglong's fading silhouette, an emotion of admiration painting her gaze— an emotion she'd never felt at such a magnitude before.
"If only the person I'm to marry were like him," Lan Xin mumbled to herself, unaware she'd voiced her thoughts quietly.
"Hahaha, Third Princess," Qing Kong chuckled, "if you like him, pursue him! Girls can be very proactive too, and you're our Yanlan Empire's Princess. Perhaps he'd be wooed!"
"Uncle Qing, you're teasing !" Lan Xin retorted in a tone tinged with threat, "This matter remains between you and . You're not to tell anyone, or I'll burn off your beard!"
"Hahahahaha!"
...
It seed that not long ago, the steward's death and Gu Qiufeng's injuries were inconsequential events; no one sought him out for retribution, and even those stalking him had withdrawn.
Presumably, it was that unfortunate fellow who first lted and then exploded that night which intimidated them, causing so to avoid Zhang nglong when they saw him.
Who knew what sinister forces he kept beside him? Should they act recklessly, they'd end up as cautionary tales.
Nonetheless, Zhang nglong received little attention; logically, with Gu Xiao and the Third Princess' wedding imminent, the Gu Family should have long begun decorating and preparing to welco the Princess.
Yet the family seed indifferent as though unconcerned with the matter, for to them, Gu Xiao was inconsequential.
Many perhaps waited to witness Gu Xiao's humiliation, wondering how he'd proceed alone to receive his bride.
Whereas if it were the old Gu Xiao, it would likely beco a mockery, but now, he's prepared to orchestrate a grand wedding for Gu Xiao. As for the bridal chamber... that's certainly a challenging matter.
The Agate Dragon's Essence was genuinely fierce; if Zhang nglong completed the Genetic Potion at ho, even with utmost caution, it might still draw undue attention.
However, he still had a highly secretive hideaway. Due to Gu Xiao's childhood solitude and ostracization by relatives, his father specially constructed him a tiny cottage by the sea.
For Gu Xiao, his life's happiest and most relaxed monts were spent at that cottage, often visiting even after growing up to seek a glimpse of childhood mories.
Zhang nglong traced Gu Xiao's mories to find that little wooden cabin. Due to regular cleaning, it was very tidy, albeit with a slight briny scent from long-term sea exposure.
Zhang nglong gathered all his materials; only the final step remained!
He took out a dark golden test tube—this was the Genetic Potion's basic liquid, and now, he needed to disperse the last traces of Soul Power from the Agate Dragon's Essence and blend them flawlessly with the basic liquid.
Zhang nglong extracted the Agate Dragon's Essence, and as a dragon roar echoed, a wave spanning several tens of ters rolled upon the sea's surface.
"Wow, this thing's truly fierce!" Zhang nglong looked at the Agate Dragon's Essence; were the Agate Dragon itself present, its sheer strength could likely crush him.
But now, it was rely a soulless Essence, and Zhang nglong held nurous ways to handle it.
"Soul Tower!" Zhang nglong executed a Secret Technique, manifesting a Glazed Tower within the glass sphere, approximately matching the size of the Agate Dragon's Essence.
The Glazed Tower emitted intense soul waves, gradually subduing the Essence's turbulence.
Zhang nglong opened the test tube, pouring the basic liquid inside.
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