Strongest Medical Saint

All those present, including Jia Longxuan, Ding Wangyun, and Ji Yunhan, knew Shen Feng was Shen Xiaoyao. However, those who had entered the Divine Secret Treasures with Shen Feng, like Xia Baikang and Gu Hengyuan, were still unaware of this identity of his. Suddenly hearing that Shen Xiaoyao was the undying ancestor of the Martial Arts World's Shen Family, they furrowed their brows tightly. Could Senior Shen be more formidable than the rumored Shen Xiaoyao? Just as Shen Qingsong was about to answer Shen Feng, "Hahaha—" Jia Longxuan suddenly let out a discordant loud laugh, "Shen Qingsong, as the Supreme Elder of the Martial Arts World's Shen Family, do you have no shame at all? You claim Shen Xiaoyao is your undying ancestor, so why don't you hurry up and pay your respects to Senior Shen?" As he spoke, he quickly walked up to Shen Feng's side. Those who were unaware of Shen Feng's identity were still digesting the meaning behind Jia Longxuan's words. Uncle Zhong stepped forward and said, "How pitiful!" "Shen Qingsong, you, after all, have status. Why bother saying such shameless words? You probably never imagined Shen Xiaoyao was in fact Senior Shen, did you?" Upon hearing this, Shen Qingsong and Shen Yanzhou were slightly stunned, their bodies suddenly shrank back, and now genuine fear was evident on their faces. Shen Feng was Nameless! And Shen Feng was also Shen Xiaoyao? Ji Yunhan also spoke up, "I can also testify that Senior Shen Xiaoyao and Senior Shen are indeed the same person." Shen Qingsong did not recognize Ji Yunhan and the others. His claim that Shen Xiaoyao was the undying ancestor of the Martial Arts World's Shen Family had been a choice made out of desperation. Who could have known such a coincidence would arise? That the most prominent figure in today's Martial Arts World, Shen Xiaoyao, along with Nameless, was all Shen Feng! After Xia Baikang, Gu Hengyuan, and the others learned that Senior Shen was also Shen Xiaoyao, their expressions became even more vivid. Recognizing Shen Feng was a tremendous gain for them. They decided that once Senior Shen settled the situation here, they must invite him to visit their sect. Standing there stupefied, Shen Qishan's mind was completely blank. He repeatedly opened and closed his mouth, wishing to speak, yet unable to utter a single sound. Why had it turned out this way? Originally, Shen Feng was his great-grandson! If they had defended Shen Feng before, could they have risen because of him by now? But now it was too late to say anything! Everything had been decided, and almost everyone from the Capital City's Shen Family, including Shen Yuancheng, Shen Liyang, and Shen Wunian, had been killed by Shen Feng. Perhaps unable to comprehend, Shen Qishan kept shaking his head, his face full of disbelief as he started muttering non-stop, "It's not like this! It can't be! Our Capital City's Shen Family will surely take control of the Martial Arts World's Shen Family sooner or later. We will become the hegemon of the Martial Arts World! Eventually, I will be the ruler of the entire Martial Arts World!..." He was going mad. At last, he could speak, and he began to mumble incessantly. Where was the dignity of Old Master Shen from the Capital City Shen Family in his every action? Shen Feng glanced at the frenzied Shen Qishan and with a flick of his finger, a spike formed from spiritual energy immediately shot towards him. With a "plop" sound, the spiritual energy spike directly pierced Shen Qishan's forehead, entering his brain. The muttering Shen Qishan suddenly fell silent, his eyes wide open, standing motionless in his place. The breath from his nose vanished completely. At the moment of Shen Qishan's death, Shen Qingsong and Shen Yanzhou moved. Knowing that doing nothing would lead to certain death, they lunged toward Xia Baikang and the others nearby, apparently planning to take hostages. However, just as they had not gone far, Shen Feng's figure appeared before them. There had been a distance between them and Shen Feng, and they had taken the initiative, but they had not covered much ground before being stopped by Shen Feng. How swift must one be? After all, they were not only a step away from the Innate Peak, they had also exerted their utmost speed. Yet compared to Shen Feng, their own speed was barely more than a turtle's. Before Shen Qingsong and Shen Yanzhou could react, Shen Feng immobilized them with spiritual energy. Then, he placed his left hand on Shen Qingsong's head and his right on Shen Yanzhou's, running the Emperor King Jue within him once again and wildly extracting the cultivation from their bodies. Feeling the cultivation being rapidly drained from their bodies by Shen Feng, Shen Qingsong and Shen Yanzhou's faces were filled with the agony of pain. It had taken them so many years to achieve such levels of cultivation, and now it was all being gifted to someone else. How could they willingly accept this? Shen Qingsong and Shen Yanzhou exerted all their strength to circulate the cultivation technique within their bodies, but they simply could not break free from the shackles. Instead, the faster they circulated their techniques, the quicker their cultivation was absorbed by Shen Feng. "Stop, we can compensate you a hundredfold, a thousandfold, whatever you demand, we will agree," Shen Qingsong roared. Shen Yanzhou also exclaimed, "If we hadn't taken your Immortal Yuan Blood back then, perhaps you wouldn't have achieved what you have today. It's as if we helped you through a Phoenix Nirvana." To this, Shen Feng merely smiled in response. Gradually, Shen Qingsong and Shen Yanzhou's cultivation started to decline, and in a short amount of time, they had fallen to the Innate Middle Stage. Shen Feng said indifferently, "When you blood-drained me just after I was born, did you ever consider leaving me a bit of Immortal Yuan Blood? Did you ever think how much pain that speechless infant I was, felt? Slowly enjoy the sensation of your cultivation being drained!" Upon hearing this, Shen Qingsong's face twisted into an extreme grimace, unable to move even a fraction of an inch, the feeling of his cultivation being drained bit by bit was driving him insane, he was going completely mad, "Bastard, stop, stop right now." Shen Yanzhou's breathing was ragged, "Do you think our Martial Arts World's Shen Family is so easily dealt with? Don't regret it, you will definitely regret what you've done today." Shen Feng just looked at the father and son with mocking eyes, increasing the speed at which the Emperor King Jue circulated within his body, and in one breath, completely drained Shen Qingsong and Shen Yanzhou of their cultivation. Having lost their cultivation and become ordinary people, Shen Qingsong and Shen Yanzhou looked even older, especially Shen Qingsong. Every inch of skin on his face was now wrinkled, and both he and Shen Yanzhou fell to the ground as their legs gave out. Next, Shen Feng raised both arms, and a powerful surge of Spiritual Energy immediately radiated outward. This Spiritual Energy lifted Shen Qingsong, Shen Yanzhou, and Shen Quantian into the air, and with a shrug of Shen Feng's shoulders, all the pebbles on the ground started to levitate. Then, The whistling sounds of "whoosh! whoosh! whoosh! whoosh! whoosh! whoosh!" rang out. One after another, pebbles shot towards Shen Qingsong and the other two suspended in mid-air, yet deliberately avoiding their vital parts. "Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!—" Although blood holes were pierced through their bodies, they were not yet dead. Blood flowed incessantly from the holes in their bodies. Shen Feng sneered, "You like blood-draining so much, don't you? Finally, taste the feeling of your blood slowly running dry!" Suspended in mid-air by the Spiritual Energy, Shen Qingsong and the others, experiencing the pain upon their bodies, feeling the blood lance out quickly from each hole, their faces were filled with endless horror, and they were utterly unable to move in mid-air. This feeling of watching one's own blood draining from the body continuously, would likely scare most people to death quickly. However, Shen Qingsong and the others had been Innate Peak experts, so their mental fortitude was many times stronger than ordinary people. Even so, Shen Quantian was the first to succumb to the torment. Feeling the blood in his body depleting, he shrieked at the top of his lungs, "Let me down, let me down now." His throat hoarse from screaming, in his eyes, Shen Feng was an absolute devil. Yet he failed to realize, the act of draining blood from Shen Feng all those years ago, was that not the work of a demon? Was that not devilish indeed?