Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

At the same time.

Ye Wenjun and others, taking Xie Daoyun with them, retreated to a temporary resting place halfway up the mountainside next to the Tiandu Hall. The foot of the mountain had already been blocked by a pile of rocks, making it impassable.

After the great battle, huge rocks would still occasionally fall.

The group stopped at the temporary resting place on the mountainside and watched the scene opposite them.

The mountain peak cut in half had become a waste of ruins.

All of them looked at the mountain with faces full of disbelief.

Unable to calm down for a long time.

No one dared to believe that human strength alone could have sliced through that mountain peak.

However...

What they didn't know was that this was the full-force self-sacrificial blow of a generation's Empress—Empress Ziwei, a Saint of the Constant Sand Realm.

It was comparable to modern heavy weaponry!

The ability of cultivators refreshed their cognition.

Many brotherhood members from the Dark Web were previously full of confidence in modern weapons. After today's event, they would no longer dare to underestimate cultivators.

"Not good... the ice block is melting!" someone cried out in alarm.

Everyone's attention turned to the giant block of ice where Xie Daoyun was.

No matter how high your cultivation is.

It cannot stop the brilliance of the sun.

The sun's heat was causing the ice block to melt faster and faster.

Ye Wenjun shifted her gaze from the distant mountain peak.

"I'll do it!"

She raised her jade palm.

Cold Attribute Primordial Qi flowed out in torrents, encircling the ice block.

Soon, the ice block stopped melting.

The onlookers clicked their tongues in wonder.

"The Ice God will be alright, won't she?"

"Sigh, there's only a slim chance... Throughout history, those cultivators who self-destructed or used their Dan Tian Essence, most have died..."

"Shut your crow's mouth, don't speak nonsense."

As discouraging as these words were, didn't they all understand that this was an ancient unchanging truth within the cultivator world?

Without a Dantian.

How could one live?

It's like a person missing a vital organ. For cultivators, the Dantian is life.

"To save the Ice God is extremely difficult... Throughout history, there have been but a handful of cultivators who survived after their Dantian exploded, and most of them became ordinary people afterward. Only one person recovered their cultivation, but it was far from what it once was."

"So, you mean to say there is a chance for survival even after using Dan Tian Essence? Have there been records on how they were saved?"

Just as the question was asked.

Ping Wenfu, the Master Level doctor from the Taia Sect, let out a long sigh—

All eyes landed on Ping Wenfu.

"Master, do you know?"

They were all so concerned about this issue because they cared too much for Xie Daoyun's safety.

The reason they all managed to escape unscathed this time was entirely thanks to Xie Daoyun's move using the Dan Tian Essence to instantly annihilate the Tiandu Guard.

Ping Wenfu sighed and said:

"Indeed, in history, there have been cultivators who released their Dan Tian Essence and were subsequently saved. But... the conditions for healing are extremely harsh."

"What conditions?"

"One is to refine the Reincarnation Soul Reviving Pill... The other is to shatter the body's meridians entirely, equivalent to remolding the body and starting anew," Ping Wenfu spoke slowly, "The Reincarnation Soul Reviving Pill is a special nomenclature, hoping that the person taking the pill could be reborn... This elixir is refined by alchemists above the Saint Level, and even if successfully refined, one must endure the Nine Layer Thunder Tribulation; otherwise, they will be struck dead by lightning, a loss beyond redemption; as for remolding the body... I am still unclear about what this method entails to this day."

Ping Wenfu spoke lightly of these two methods.

They all knew the difficulty involved.

Saint Level Elixirs, Nine Layer Thunder Tribulation... all matters of life and death.

"In that case... the Ice God, there's no hope?"

Ping Wenfu's gaze was hollow, reluctant to admit it, but he said: "One can only say that there is faint hope."

Having just finished speaking.

A piercing voice came through.

"Who says hope is bleak?"

Everyone couldn't help but follow the voice.

They saw Fang Yu, moving with light steps, charging forward with Primordial Qi, and leaping over to them.

His figure, like a shadow, arrived in front of them all.

With a single palm horizontal, he steadied himself.

"Mr. Fang!"

"Fang Yu!"

"Sir!"

The crowd was ecstatic.

In the midst of such a frenzied battle, Fang Yu had actually come out unscathed.

The old master Fang Ju, with tears streaming down his face, walked up.

"You little rascal, it's good you're fine! It's good you're fine!"

"Master, I'm perfectly fine, how could anything be wrong. My life is like that of a cockroach, I've always been this way since I was young, the Lu Family couldn't kill me, the Yanjing Martial Arts Family couldn't kill me, I've been through a lot in Jiangzhou, even brothers stabbed me in the back, but that didn't kill me either... today is no different." Fang Yu said all this very casually.

Everyone present knew what he had been through.

Be it the Lu Family, the Fang Family's massacre, or the betrayal of brothers from Jiangzhou, and even the stabbing from the Empress Ziwei's consort, these were not things ordinary people could endure.

But he had still survived and now stood atop their corpses.

Chen Daotian, Xu Huawen, and others were almost moved to tears.

Ye Wenjun, however, was intently focused on the block of ice, continuously channeling Primordial Qi into her palm, maintaining the temperature of the ice block.

Seeing this scene.

Fang Yu walked up and said softly, "Let me do it..."

Ye Wenjun then let go and hummed in acknowledgment.

"Do you have a way to treat her?" Ye Wenjun asked.

"There is a method, but I can't be sure it will work... only trying will tell." Fang Yu replied.

Ye Wenjun was not satisfied with this answer.

"I don't want her to die... can you promise me that?"

Her voice was soft, yet filled with hope.

Seeing Ye Wenjun's earnest and serious expression, Fang Yu had no desire to joke.

He put away his smile and solemnly said, "I promise you... I won't let her die..."

At the same time.

The Emperor Fu Xi from the Taia Sect also arrived in front of everyone.

The crowd saluted one after another.

Emperor Fu Xi waved his hand, "Forget these formalities, let's quickly bring her to the Tiandu Palace. The Tiandu Palace has a natural Constant Temperature Array, which can lower the temperature to zero degrees. That will do for now. The rest we can figure out slowly! With Fang Yu here, the Ice God should be fine."

Fang Yu nodded and said, "I almost forgot about the Constant Temperature Array in the great hall!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

The Gang Qi lifted the ice block into the air.

Stepping on the ground, he rushed towards the Tiandu Palace at high speed.

Everyone was significantly shaken and quickly followed him.

Tiandu Palace.

Inside and out, there was silence.

All the civil and military officials were prostrate on the ground, quivering with fear.

When Fang Yu rushed in carrying the ice block—

Everyone shouted in unison: "Welcoming the return of the Dragon Emperor!"

"Welcoming the Dragon Emperor!"

"Welcoming the Dragon Emperor!"

In this great hall.

They had all clearly seen the moves of the Great Sumeru Sword Technique.

And they all knew, this was the signature Combat Skills of the Dragon Emperor, only the Dragon Emperor could unleash such a devastating power.

They knew... the Dragon Emperor had returned!