This three-hundred-year-old Blood Ginseng was an authentic second-stage medicine. With Du Feng's current status, he couldn't afford it at all. Just as he was dozing off, someone sent him a pillow. The Blood Ginseng came at the right time. Now that he was seriously injured and his Cultivation level was low, he needed such a good thing. If he could use it. Not only could it help him recover from his injuries, but it would also be helpful in Cultivation. The Sixth Prince originally wanted to take this opportunity to destroy Du Feng's cultivation, but he didn't expect that the poison he sent would become a great tonic.
After some mixing, a few medicinal ingredients had a magical reaction. As white smoke rose, it gradually turned into a bowl of translucent green water. Then, he mixed the green medicine with water and put it into the bathtub. Finally, he put the three-hundred-year-old Blood Ginseng in.
"Gurgle, gurgle …"
As the Blood Ginseng was put in, the water in the bathtub began to boil. Du Feng quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the bathtub. He held his breath and even buried his head in. As the medicine entered his body, his skin began to turn red and his blood vessels swelled. Then, some black and sticky stuff seeped out of his pores. This was the sign of the body's impurities being expelled. No wonder the Seventh Prince's body was weak before. There were too many impurities in his body.
When there were no more black impurities being expelled, his body suddenly produced a hot current, running around his limbs and bones. It was about to explode. With a violent movement, the airflow in his meridians rumbled. The momentum was fierce and could steal people's souls. Not only did his bones and muscles change, even his fascia was strengthened. Waves of pain came. Even with Du Feng's strong willpower, the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.
At the first glimmer of dawn. Not only did Du Feng's injuries heal, but his body had also strengthened several times. At this moment, he didn't look like a tuberculosis ghost anymore. His eyes were shining and his handsome face looked more heroic. His body, which was originally unable to cultivate, now had a large amount of spiritual energy flowing into it.
"Young Master, it's time to get up. Today's sacrificial ceremony can't be delayed."
Early in the morning, the maid Chun Wan gently knocked on the door. According to his usual habits, the Seventh Prince would sleep until noon and go straight to the Hundred Flowers Tower after waking up. But today, no matter what, he had to wake up the Seventh Prince, because if he missed this sacrificial ceremony, he would not have another chance to activate his Martial Spirit.
"Alright, I'll be right there."
No one in the Wang Fu would have thought that Du Feng had practiced for a whole night. At this moment, he was still thinking as he walked. His hands were waving around casually, and no one knew what he was doing. In fact, he was familiarizing himself with a martial technique from his previous life called the Six Ultimate Palms. As long as he could master this martial technique, his battle prowess would increase by another level.
Chun Wan stared at Du Feng as she walked, feeling that there was something wrong with the Seventh Prince today. Although the previous owner was handsome, he was very decadent. At this moment, his heroic spirit revealed a strong sense of confidence. Unknowingly, Chun Wan's face turned red. However, when she thought of that hateful Sixth Prince, she became angry.
"Feng 'er!"
Following that concerned and heartbroken cry, a woman dressed in palace attire appeared in front of Du Feng. From the remaining memories, it could be determined that this woman was the Seventh Prince's biological mother, Concubine Liu.
The Royal Family of Rong Tian Country had a rule that all boys must leave their mothers after the age of ten. If they couldn't summon their natal beast, they weren't allowed to see each other. They could only see each other on occasions like the Sacrificial Ceremony.
"Mother!"
Du Feng was an orphan in his previous life. He was adopted by his adoptive father and then accepted as a disciple. He had never experienced what a mother's love was. Now that he was reborn with the help of the Seventh Prince's body, he was deeply touched by the middle-aged woman's concerned eyes.
"Seventh Brother, you're up early. You should rest well after being injured."
At this moment, the Fifth Prince and the Sixth Prince passed by together, interrupting the mother and son's reunion. According to the plan, if Du Feng had eaten the blood ginseng, he would have been half crippled even if he didn't die. Now, not only did he not look seriously injured, he was also full of vigor, which was different from usual.
"Thanks to the blood ginseng that Sixth Brother gave me, I feel much better."
Du Feng pretended to be naive and looked at the Sixth Prince with admiration in his eyes. He acted like he didn't know anything about the blood ginseng being poisoned.
What's going on? The Sixth Prince was suspicious. Could it be that the lad discovered the problem and didn't eat it? But even so, it couldn't be right. To recover from an injury in one night, it must be second-grade healing medicine or above. Could it be that the lad ate the blood ginseng by accident and his body recovered?
At this moment, the Fifth Prince was even more uncertain. He glanced at the Sixth Brother, who was beside him. He was also doubtful of the Seventh Prince's words. In fact, he had arranged for the Sixth Brother to send the blood ginseng over. Why didn't he kill the wastrel? Instead, he was full of vigor.
"Stop!"
After sending away the two treacherous brothers, Du Feng held his mother's arm and slowly walked away. Suddenly, they were stopped by the guard in charge of guarding the altar.
"Get out of the way. How dare a servant like you block the way."
It was not easy to experience the feeling of a mother and son reunion. Of course, she was annoyed to be interrupted. In his previous life, as the son of the Alchemy Emperor, Du Feng had always been held in high regard. How could he be intimidated by a small guard? His eyes immediately shot out two cold rays of light. It was as if two knives had been stabbed out. The guard was so frightened that he froze for a moment.
"Pa …"
A loud slap landed on the guard's face. The slap loosened his teeth and half of his cheek was swollen like a steamed bun. Usually, the Seventh Prince was very weak and was not valued in the Prince's Mansion. Even the guards who carried the soft bed dared to bully him. As a result, the altar guard did not react after being slapped.
"You're courting death!"
The guard reached out to pull out the saber at his waist. At this moment, he suddenly heard an angry shout.
"Stop!"
The leader of the guards, Liu Yong, hurriedly walked over and slapped the altar guard's face, causing the other side of his face to swell up. Liu Yong and Liu Fei came from the same vassal country. Even if the Seventh Prince was not up to expectations, he had to give Liu Fei some face. However, the Princess Consort of Rong Tian Country could not be disobeyed. Therefore, he could only let Liu Fei enter and leave Du Feng outside.
"Mother, you go in. I'll be fine here."
Not wanting his mother to worry or to put Liu Yong in a difficult position, Du Feng did not choose to force his way in. Since there was a place for Liu Fei inside, he gave his mother some face.
According to the rules of Rong Tian Country's royal family, the princes of the direct line could enter to offer sacrifices. That way, they would be closer to the divine power and have a higher chance of summoning a good war beast. However, Du Feng had been here five times since he was 12. If he still could not gain the recognition of a war beast this time, he would be kicked out of the Prince's Mansion.
Humans did not have a heaven-defying physique like the Monster Race. Other than cultivation methods, their biggest reliance was on their natal war beasts. If they could gain the recognition of a war beast, their combat power would greatly increase. The higher the level of the war beast, the more obvious the increase in combat power. If they were lucky enough to summon a powerful war beast, such as the Rank-8 Winged Tiger of Rong Tian Country. Even if they did not cultivate, as long as the war beast reached adulthood, it would still have a strong combat power.
No matter how hard some people worked, they were destined to be ordinary. However, those with good bloodlines could summon a powerful war beast. Even if they slept and Cultivation, they would still be able to improve. This sounded unfair, but there was no fairness in the God of War Continent. The stronger one's combat power was the truth.
All kinds of sacrifices were placed on the altar. A long horn was blown, signaling the start of the Sacrificial Ceremony. The Princess Consort sat in the middle with a phoenix coronet on her head. Her condescension was obvious. She had married from Yunchu Country, which was on the same level as Rong Tian Country. Naturally, her family had nothing to fear.
Liu Fei sat in the corner and looked down anxiously. She happened to see Du Feng at the periphery. The people at the periphery were all outsiders. Only Du Feng, a descendant of the royal family, was excluded.
"Hao 'er, you go first!"
The Princess Consort looked below the altar and signaled the Thirteenth Prince, Du Hao, to go up first to receive the Sacrificial Ceremony's divine power. He was three years younger than Du Feng, but he was already at Body Tempering Stage Seven Cultivation. The reason why he had waited until he was 14 to participate in the Sacrificial Ceremony was purely to accumulate his strength.
"Rumble …"
The sky suddenly darkened. After the Thirteenth Prince stood on the altar, the originally clear sky was suddenly filled with dark clouds. The livestock on the table began to shrivel up for no apparent reason. Then, a golden halo appeared. Du Hao walked in without hesitation.
Legend had it that the halo was a passage to the Garden of Beasts. It could only be opened by the Sacrificial Ceremony's divine power. There were all kinds of beasts inside. As for which one could be taken out, it depended on one's charisma.
"The Thirteenth Prince is indeed impressive. Judging from the reaction of the altar, I'm afraid a high-ranked beast will appear."
"I don't think so. Even the Fourth Prince didn't have such a huge reaction during the Sacrificial Ceremony."
The more the blood of the sacrificial livestock was absorbed, the more beasts would be produced in the Garden of Beasts. Correspondingly, there would be more types of beasts to choose from. Naturally, the chances of choosing a high-ranked beast would be higher.
Everyone was discussing the phenomenon. The Queen was also very satisfied with the phenomenon. The Fourth Prince, Du Qi, and the Thirteenth Prince, Du Hao, were both her sons. When the Fourth Prince was recognized by the seventh-ranked beast, the Wind Thunder Leopard, he was three ranks higher than ordinary leopards. Once he merged with his beast, his speed and strength would increase greatly. His attacks would also be mixed with the power of wind and thunder. If the Thirteenth Prince could have a high-ranked Martial Soul, then the Yunchu Country's plan …
The Queen Consort smiled at the thought. Just then, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl struck down from the sky.
Kacha!
The loud noise scared everyone, especially the Queen Consort. She was worried to death. However, she had mixed feelings at the moment. She was surprised and happy at the same time. She was surprised because the Thirteenth Prince was injured. She was happy because the high-ranked beast would not be able to escape. The lightning was attracted by the golden halo. It was very likely that the Garden of Beasts had given birth to a lightning-type beast.
"God bless Rong Tian Nation …"
It was unknown who took the lead to shout, but the others consciously followed suit and shouted as well. Everyone was extremely excited, especially the chief steward, who was crying. He was even more excited than the Thirteenth Prince's mother.
After the lightning disappeared, the altar was silent. Everyone held their breath and waited. As time ticked by, the Queen was getting a little anxious. Sweat was dripping down her cheeks. Her hands could not help but tremble. She desperately wanted to know the result.
A shadow suddenly appeared. It had the word "King" on its forehead. Its body was surrounded by electric arcs, and it had a pair of white wings on both sides of its body. Many people were dumbfounded. Why did the tiger have electric arcs and wings? Could it be a Winged Tiger like the Monarch? But what was with the electric arcs?
"Great, a ninth-level Lightning Tiger!"
The chief steward in a black robe shouted to wake everyone up. It was a ninth-level beast. It was only one level away from the maximum tenth-level beast. It was already very impressive. In a place like Rong Tian Nation, it was already good enough to have a beast above the fifth-level. How could they not be excited when a ninth-level beast appeared? With a beast of this level, the Thirteenth Prince would definitely become a formidable person in the future. Given time, he would be able to surpass the Fourth Prince without any cultivation. With some practice, he might even surpass the Monarch, Du Zhanfei.
The Lightning Tiger was different from the Tempest Leopard. The tiger was one level higher than the leopard. The Tempest Leopard was mainly of the wind element. It was fast and moved with the sound of thunder. The sound of thunder was mainly for interference. It did not mean that it could control lightning. However, the Lightning Tiger was a true lightning manipulator. Once the Thirteenth Prince merged with his beast, his body would be surrounded by electric arcs and his defense would increase greatly. Even if he did not take the initiative to attack, most people would not be able to hurt him.
He did not expect a ninth-level beast to appear in such a small place. Du Feng curled his lips. It seemed that he had underestimated the world. However, according to the memories of this body, the Queen did not seem to be from this country. Perhaps the blood of another country had mixed with the blood of this country. After all, the Monarch of Rong Tian Nation had an eighth-level beast. Of course, there was another possibility. The Thirteenth Prince was not the Monarch's biological son. If that was the case, it would be interesting …
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