CHAPTER 710: CHAPTER 577: THE MYSTERY OF THE FORMER PRINCE FENG

How could it be Feng Xun?

Ye Lingyue stared dumbfounded. Wasn’t Feng Xun still in Chuyun Palace?

But the man in front of her, with lips like pale cherry blossoms, black hair like silk, limbs long and elegant, who seemed noble like a prince even in his sleep—other than Feng Xun, who could it be?

Ye Lingyue carefully touched him with her hand—the skin was warm and smooth, a real person, not an illusion.

But upon closer inspection, Ye Lingyue felt something wasn’t right.

The man bore an eight or nine out of ten resemblance to Feng Xun, but on closer look, they were different.

Feng Xun’s lips were beautifully diamond-shaped, while the man’s lips were slightly thinner.

Moreover, Feng Xun seemed frailer, while this man, despite his pale skin from having stayed in the underground palace for a long time, had distinct knife scars on his palm joints and arms, clearly someone practiced in martial arts.

And his features were sharper than Feng Xun’s, if he were to open his eyes, the presence would certainly be compelling.

He wasn’t Feng Xun, but why did he resemble Feng Xun so much?

Ye Lingyue puzzled over this, suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and she took another few looks at the man.

Feng Xun had once said that he looked very much like his father, Feng Lan.

Could it be that this man was not Feng Xun, but the former War God of Beiqing, Feng Lan!

This bold thought sent a shock through Ye Lingyue’s heart.

Feng Lan had supposedly died more than ten years ago, hadn’t he? Feng Xun clearly said that his father had been surrounded and killed in battle by traitors.

At that time, his mother, Princess Qingfeng, upon hearing the tragic news, died from heartbreak, forced by the accomplices of the evildoers to leap from a cliff to her death.

Or perhaps, Feng Lan didn’t die at all.

But if Feng Lan wasn’t dead, then why did Emperor Beiqing construct such a huge Underground Li Palace, ostensibly to hide a cherished beauty?

One question after another arose, and even the typically clever Ye Lingyue was at a loss.

Beside her, Little Zhiyo also noticed that this man looked exactly like Miss Feng.

It patted Feng Lan’s face with its paw.

Feng Lan had no reaction.

"Little Zhiyo, stop messing around," Ye Lingyue gazed intently at Feng Lan.

It seemed that, aside from Emperor Beiqing, no one else knew about the existence of this underground palace.

Although Feng Lan hadn’t died those years ago, he must have suffered a terrible injury, and for more than ten years, he must have always been in a profound coma.

A person in such a state cannot eat, nor can they use their Primordial Power to protect their vital channels.

Yet Feng Lan’s appearance and physical condition remained at its peak, no different from his previous years.

It seems that for his sake, Emperor Beiqing, too, had put in a lot of hard work, specially preparing this jade bed to replenish Feng Lan’s Primordial Power, and must have regularly helped Feng Lan circulate Qi to protect his vital channels.

However, for some unknown reason, Feng Lan never awoke.

What exactly happened back then, aside from Emperor Beiqing and the already deceased Qing Feng, probably only Feng Lan himself remembers.

Ye Lingyue thought for a moment. If she could save Feng Lan, then all truths would soon be revealed. It was even possible that Feng Lan himself knew the real cause behind the Cold Syndrome in Feng Xun’s body.

Without further contemplation, Ye Lingyue swiftly activated her Cauldron Breath, and the white Cauldron Breath penetrated into Feng Lan’s body.

Once the Cauldron Breath entered, Ye Lingyue gradually saw the state of Feng Lan’s internal organs.

Thanks to Emperor Beiqing’s nurturing with Primordial Power, Feng Lan’s internal organs had recovered well, and his blood and muscles were just as they had been.

Moreover, Ye Lingyue discovered that Feng Lan, worthy of being Beiqing’s War God, had not regressed in his cultivation despite being unconscious for so many years.

Feng Lan’s strength had reached the terrifying peak of the Reincarnation Five Paths, a genuine peak strength surpassing that of others like Hong Qingyun.

Alas, these factors were not the reason that Feng Lan had remained comatose. The Cauldron Breath continued its path to the head of Feng Lan, where just two or three inches above his left ear, Ye Lingyue discovered a fist-sized black spot.

This black spot was pressing down on Feng Lan’s brain.

In the past, the Imperial Physicians and Alchemists summoned by Emperor Beiqing had discovered this injury, but none dared to treat Feng Lan due to its proximity to the brain.

Enraged, Emperor Beiqing had executed those individuals, but Feng Lan’s injuries continued to be neglected over the years, showing no signs of improvement.

Having experienced Yun Sheng’s surgeries before, Ye Lingyue roughly guessed that this so-called black spot was likely just a hematoma caused by the injury.

Such hematomas were generally beyond the capabilities of ordinary Alchemists and doctors, unless one encountered someone like Yun Sheng, who dared to perform surgery directly on someone’s head.

Another alternative would be someone like Ye Lingyue who possessed Cauldron Breath, capable of devouring such black spots.

However, considering the large area of the spot and the fact that it was an old injury from over a decade ago, Ye Lingyue still found it challenging.

Had it not been for the advantage she gained from Xue Pianran last time, consuming her Star Power, Ye Lingyue might have hesitated to attempt this.

"Feng Lan, considering you are Feng Xun’s father, and in a way my future father-in-law, I’ll take the risk and try today. Whether you can be revived or not, it’s all down to your own fate." Ye Lingyue pondered for a moment, feeling inevitably nervous.

Little Wuya’s Illusion Transformation had improved a lot compared to before, but it could only last for four hours at most.

Moreover, considering how much Qi she had expended tonight taking on several different forms, she would only be able to hold out until around the end of the palace banquet.

Ye Lingyue wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, calculating that she must use all her abilities to devour the black spot on the left side of Feng Lan’s brain within forty-five minutes.

"Little Zhiyo, keep an eye on the Time Hourglass for me. Remind me as soon as an hour passes," Ye Lingyue adjusted her breathing and placed her hand where the black spot on Feng Lan was located.

Cauldron Breath penetrated Feng Lan’s head.

But just as Ye Lingyue’s Cauldron Breath entered Feng Lan’s body, a surge of Primordial Power attacked Ye Lingyue, fierce and relentless.

Damn it!

Ye Lingyue hadn’t expected that even in a comatose state, the Primordial Power within Feng Lan was still so aggressive. It detected that the Cauldron Breath was foreign to Feng Lan’s body and attempted to expel Ye Lingyue’s Cauldron Breath.

"A dog biting Lv Dongbin," Ye Lingyue spat, feeling helpless as she multitasked: while controlling the white Cauldron Breath’s entry into Feng Lan’s body, she also infused the Black Cauldron Breath.

The Black Cauldron Breath clashed with the powerful Primordial Power inside Feng Lan’s body, battling fiercely like armies in warfare.

Meanwhile, Ye Lingyue had to divert part of her attention to control the white Cauldron Breath, which was consuming the black spot, bit by bit, like an ant devouring an elephant.

Time trickled away, the sand in the Time Hourglass rapidly flowing down, and Ye Lingyue’s treatment had been ongoing for fifteen minutes.

On the jade bed, Feng Lan’s face appeared normal, still unconscious.

But Ye Lingyue wasn’t doing so well.

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