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A narrow escape from death?

Hearing the sultan's words, Luo Tian fell into a state of silence. Chen Yao's life had originally been exchanged for Luo Mo's. As far as Luo Tian was concerned, no matter what happened, he didn't want Chen Yao's life to be in any danger.

Letting Chen Yao live was Luo Mo's greatest wish. He had to fulfill Luo Mo's last wish.

Perhaps the loss of Chen Yao's talent to cultivate the sword was an extremely heavy loss to the sword faction, but Luo Tian only wanted Chen Yao to survive.

If Chen Yao could follow the sultan and become a true Grandmaster of alchemy and live a stable life, perhaps Luo Mo's spirit in heaven would also have some consolation.

Luo Tian took a deep breath and said to the sultan.

"Or forget it."

"Forget it."

Upon saying these words, Luo Tian's spirit seemed to be sucked out of his body. His entire being seemed to sink to the extreme.

Yes, even if he could fulfill Luo Mo's last wish, Chen Yao's sword cultivation talent was damaged. To the sword faction, this was an extremely heavy loss.

"Boundless Demon Sect. My sword sect won't rest until you die."

At this moment, Luo Tian's hatred towards the sword faction increased by a few points.

Sudan also sighed. It was such a pity for such a good sword cultivating seed. However, if he could concoct pills with it, Chen Yao's future achievements would definitely not be bad.

"That's good. When Chen Yao recovers, I'll bring him to the Alchemy Hall headquarters."

Although he was unwilling, Luo Tian still nodded his head helplessly.

"I don't agree."

Although Chen Yao, who suddenly lost consciousness, still had his eyes closed, he used an extremely weak voice and said those extremely firm words.

He did not agree.

He never needed anything to decide his way of life.

"Chen Yao, you're awake?"

Luo Tian was pleasantly surprised. Walking to the side of the bed, the Sultan was also extremely shocked. He never expected Chen Yao to recover so quickly.

Of course, what they did not know was that Chen Yao had only recovered his consciousness and was only able to hear the conversations of others. However, he was unable to open his eyes and move.

Just saying these three words had already expended eighty to ninety percent of his current strength. Moreover, if he were to even speak, his entire body would be in great pain.

"Sect Master, Senior Su, I want to use the golden needles to open my meridians, I cannot do without cultivating the sword, I cannot do without strength, otherwise I would rather die."

"Pfft."

Chen Yao used all his strength to endure the pain. After saying those words, a mouthful of black blood was spat out from his mouth.

Then he fainted again.

"I'm just exhausted."

The fact that Chen Yao had fainted once again caused Luo Tian to feel extremely worried. After checking that nothing had happened, the two of them heaved a sigh of relief.

What should he do?

This was their common problem now.

However, the two of them quickly found the answer.

81 golden needles extended his meridians.

This was Chen Yao's own wish. Everyone knew Chen Yao's temperament very well. The things that he had decided on would not change anything that others said.

In addition, Chen Yao had many enemies.

If Chen Yao were to lose his strength and become an ordinary person, then the danger would be even greater. It was impossible for him to be inseparable from the Sudan for the rest of his life.

Moreover, even if he could become a Grade Eight Alchemist like the Sultan, without a hint of cultivation, how would he be able to earn the respect of others?

With Chen Yao's temperament, he was simply unable to accept something like this.

"I got rid of him."

Luo Tian gave a respectful bow to the sultan before leaving the room.

The 72 White Robe Sword Guards that had been hiding the entire time were now surrounding the room. With Luo Tian personally supervising them, even if a Saint came, they wouldn't be able to touch Chen Yao at all.

Seeing the severely injured Chen Yao, the sultan's expression became extremely grim.

From beginning to end, the method of expanding the pulse through the acupuncture needles was still immature. There was no theory that had been successful in practice. When applying acupuncture, Chen Yao would suffer greatly.

Even cultivators with deep cultivations would find it difficult to endure this kind of pain. Their predecessors had tried this before, but it all ended in failure, not because of the needle holder's method, but because the person who had the acupuncture could not bear the pain and died from the pain.

If even a well-built cultivator could not withstand this kind of suffering, could Chen Yao, who was already injured, bear this kind of pain?

The sultan was still worried.

He slowly took out an exquisite brocade box from his sleeve.

After the brocade box was opened, ninety-nine golden needles that were as thin as hair flew out and floated neatly in the air.

At the same time, an ancient painting appeared in the Sultan's hand.

It was a drawing of a human bone and meridian, as well as the position, angle, and strength of 81 metal needles.

Real learning and selling.

The sultan felt the pressure.

"Chen Yao, I wish you good luck."

With a wave of the sultan's other hand, a golden needle appeared in his hand. Meanwhile, the Heavenly Flame Ranking, the Nature's Quenching Yuan Fire.

On the 'Heavenly Flame Ranking', most of the effects of the 'Heavenly Flames' came from their terrifying lethality. For instance, the 'Yin Yang bipolar fire' or the even better 'Nine Yin Abyssal Flames'.

However, the greatest use of origin fire was its tempering ability. Regardless of pill refining, it was an excellent choice for him to make. It could bring out the essence of something to the extreme.

Sudan wasn't a body cultivator, but a cultivation one. However, when he faced Chu Yidao's violent slash, he relied only on his body's strength to block it.

The reason for this was because his body had been tempered by the Essence of Creation Flames for a long time. His physical strength had already reached the level of a true body cultivator, to the point where even some of the semi-sage bodies of the Martial Ancestor Realm of Mt. Tai were not as strong as the sultan's.

However, Sudan's actual combat ability was limited. Previously, he did not want to let Chu Yidao go. Although Chu Yidao was at the peak of the Emperor Stage, his true combat strength did not belong to him.

If it wasn't for the sword faction experts coming over at that time, Chu Yiyi might have chosen to fight the Sudan to the death. The final outcome wasn't certain yet.

This golden needle was incomparably thin, but he didn't know what it was made of. It was actually able to withstand the tempering of the Yuan Fire from the Heavenly Flame and not melt. Instead, it began to emit a more substantial golden light.

At the moment when this golden radiance reached its limit, the Sultan extended a finger and pierced that golden needle toward Chen Yao's chest.

The unconscious Chen Yao suddenly felt a scorching heat and pain coming from his chest.

He could feel that his meridians, muscles, and bones were being roasted. The unspeakable pain made Chen Yao, who was already unable to speak, let out a terrifying roar.

"Ah!"

This scream actually spread throughout the entire sword faction.

His heart was torn and his lungs were splitting. He was in a miserable state.

This golden needle was burning with the heat of the Essence Refining Flame. How could it be so easy? Moreover, this was just the beginning. There were 981 needles and 90 needles.