MTLNOVEL Chapter 359: Chapter 359
The street was bustling with onlookers, but all eyes were drawn to a group of robed figures. Each one wore the traditional attire of an alchemist, the silver ripples on their chests proudly declaring their rank. Passersby stared in admiration and envy—after all, alchemists were revered, almost mythical, in the eyes of the common folk.
To ordinary people, alchemists lived in an entirely different world.
Ye Feng had arrived in the capital of the Jia Ma Empire ahead of Nalan Yanran. With Ya Fei by his side, he made his way straight toward the Nalan family estate.
On the way, the two encountered a messenger from the Heavenly Snake Mansion. The envoy had one simple request: to take Qing Lin with them. Their reason was clear—they wished to groom Qing Lin as the future head of their clan. The Heavenly Snake Mansion possessed the cultivation technique she needed, something Ye Feng could not provide. Understanding this, Ye Feng agreed to let her go.
As Ye Feng and Ya Fei neared the gates of the Nalan estate, the long line of waiting alchemists began to take notice.
"Hey, who are you? Why aren't you queuing like the rest of us?" one alchemist called out, clearly irritated.
Ye Feng didn't even break stride.
"Hey, you deaf or something? Stop right there!" the same man barked.
Ye Feng finally paused and turned his head slightly. His tone was calm but cold. "Believe it or not, if I shout once, Nalan Su will come out personally to greet me."
The alchemist sneered. "You think you're some kind of big shot? Dan King Gu He or the Chaos Saint himself?"
He scoffed dismissively. "If you can get Nalan Su to come out with just a shout, I'll worship you as my master on the spot."
Ye Feng gave a faint smile and glanced at Ya Fei. "Ya Fei."
Understanding immediately, Ya Fei stepped forward and cupped her hands toward the estate. With her fighting spirit amplifying her voice, she announced:
"Mittel Ya Fei, accompanying the Chaos Saint, has come at the invitation of Nalan Yanran to treat the poison afflicting Elder Nalan Jie!"
Her voice echoed across the estate, carried by spirit energy to every corner of the compound.
Gasps rippled through the crowd of alchemists at the gate.
"Chaos Saint? He's the Chaos Saint?"
"No way… he looks too young!"
"Rumor has it the Chaos Saint is a young man in his early twenties… always accompanied by a stunning woman from the Miteer family. That fits. And besides, who'd dare impersonate the Chaos Saint?"
Before the murmurs could grow louder, a middle-aged man in ornate robes stepped out of the gate. His face was etched with worry.
"Ya Fei, it's truly you."
After confirming her identity, his eyes moved to Ye Feng. Without hesitation, he dropped to one knee.
"Please, Chaos Saint, save my father!"
"Nalan Su, no need for that."
With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind gently lifted Nalan Su to his feet. "Nalan Yanran once saved my life. This visit is to honor that debt. No need for pleasantries—take me to Nalan Jie."
"Of course! Saint, this way please."
Just then, one of the alchemists called out anxiously, "Chaos Saint, may we… may we observe your treatment? I promise to stay silent."
"Yes, please allow us to watch!" another chimed in.
Some were driven by curiosity, others by reverence, and many simply hoped to catch a glimpse of the fabled Heavenly Flame.
To alchemists, Heavenly Flames were a sacred obsession—powerful, rare, and often unattainable. Even seeing one was a lifetime dream.
Ye Feng nodded. "Alright. I'll indulge you."
With a flick of his fingers, space rippled before him, and through telekinesis, he summoned a large bed from within the estate. On it lay an elderly man, his face gaunt, pale, and mottled with patches of gray and black. His breathing was shallow, and the shadow of death hung over him.
"…This is bad," an alchemist muttered under his breath.
Ye Feng glanced at the man, who instantly covered his mouth.
Even a Dou Emperor would hesitate to handle branding poison. Nalan Jie had endured far longer than anyone had a right to.
"Little brother," Nalan Su asked cautiously, "do you think… he can still be saved?"
"It's just branding poison," Ye Feng said flatly. "A sixth-grade toxin at best. Nothing serious. Watch."
He flipped his palm. A cluster of rainbow-colored flames surged into existence—it was the Emperor Flame, ranked first on the Heavenly Flame List.
A collective gasp ran through the alchemists.
With a casual movement of his fingers, Ye Feng summoned a wisp of gray energy that seeped into Nalan Jie's back. The gray light cut off the flow of pain from his nerves, effectively putting him under spirit anesthesia.
Then the Emperor Flame turned into silky threads, penetrating Nalan Jie's body and wrapping around the poison.
Unlike the original story, Ye Feng didn't use the Azure Lotus Core Flame. This was Emperor Flame—dozens of times stronger. The process was smoother than he expected.
Under the scorching might of the flame, the blackened bones within Nalan Jie's body rapidly turned white again. His purplish lips regained color, and his breath grew more even.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes. For Yanran's sake, I'll go one step further.
He guided the Emperor Flame deeper, not only burning away the poison but also using it to clear and nourish Nalan Jie's meridians. As the saying went: where there is pain, there is blockage. Remove the blockage, and the pain vanishes.
Though Nalan Jie's hair remained white, the old man now looked far more lively. With his meridians cleared, his future cultivation speed would increase dramatically.
With another flick, Ye Feng withdrew the Emperor Flame. A moment later, the flame flickered again, and a pitch-black bead emerged from within.
"What is that?" Ya Fei asked curiously.
"Branding poison," Ye Feng said, smiling faintly. "Perfect gift for the Little Doctor."
Due to Nalan Jie's prolonged suppression, the poison bead also contained traces of his spirit power. If absorbed by Xiao Yixian, it would provide a decent boost to her cultivation.
"Is everything alright?" Nalan Su asked, still anxious.
"It's done," Ye Feng said simply.
"Then why hasn't he woken up?"
Ye Feng chuckled. "Let's fix that."
He tapped Nalan Jie's forehead with his finger.
Thud!
The old man jolted awake. "Who dares disturb my slumber?!"
Ding!
Congratulations, you have altered the original storyline. Xiao Yan can no longer obtain the branding poison or the Seven Illusions Green Spirit Saliva. Reward: 360 free attribute points.
"Master…"
The alchemist who had mocked Ye Feng earlier suddenly dropped to his knees.
"Don't call me that," Ye Feng said coldly.
"But I swore that if you could summon Nalan Su with just a shout, I would take you as my master. I lost. I must honor my word."
The man—a fourth-rank alchemist—lowered his head and bowed deeply.
Ye Feng flicked his sleeve, and a wave of energy stopped him mid-bow.
"You said that, not me. I don't accept."
Even so, the alchemist refused to give up. "Even if I can't be your disciple, I'm a fourth-rank alchemist. I'm willing to serve as your medicine boy!"
Ye Feng scoffed. "Forgive me for being blunt, but even Dan King Gu He isn't worthy to carry my shoes."
Without sparing another glance, he turned to Nalan Su. "I've fulfilled Yanran's request. Nalan Clan Leader—farewell."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ripple in space shimmered around Ye Feng and Ya Fei. In the blink of an eye, they vanished from the heart of the Jia Ma Empire, leaving behind stunned onlookers—and an unforgettable legend.