Urban Supreme Medical Saint-Chapter 1825 - 1821: The Puppet Master Behind the Scenes!

Chapter 1825: Chapter 1821: The Puppet Master Behind the Scenes!

Ren Feifan used the silver needle which only made the faces of the two gatekeeping disciples a little rosier, but they were still far from waking up.

Their injuries were simply too severe, and more critically, there was a strange poison lingering in their bodies.

The Thirteen Deadly Needles, though capable of curing myriad poisons, was limited to those from Huaxia. This poison from Ancient Egypt was exceedingly peculiar.

It was almost like a strange energy, burrowing into their bodies and continuously eroding their vitality.

Ren Feifan tried to use True Qi and Demonic Qi to expel it, but neither had the slightest effect.

The poison clung to their interiors, entirely impervious to external forces.

Ren Feifan hesitated no longer and instructed Wan Cheng Feng: "Take these two disciples to my cultivation chamber. Also, no disciple of Ren Feifan may step outside the Sacred Gate, even half a step."

"Understood, Holy Sovereign."

Soon, several disciples carried the injured gatekeepers into Ren Feifan’s cultivation chamber.

Afterward, everyone else retreated.

In the room, only Ren Feifan and the two gravely injured gatekeeping disciples remained.

Ren Feifan stared at the two, their faces gradually turning dark blue. Rage surged uncontrollably to his head. He forcibly suppressed it, his eyes narrowing as he acted decisively. With a gentle stroke of his finger across his hand, a gash instantly appeared, seeping a trace of blood.

Ren Feifan noticed, to his astonishment, that his blood’s color had changed compared to before.

Without dwelling on this detail, he directly let drops of his blood drip into the mouths of the two gatekeeping disciples.

As two drops of blood fell, they instantly spread through their bodies, enveloping them in a faint layer of light.

Suddenly, the two gatekeeping disciples’ bodies surged with a violent aura.

A dense black vapor burst out from their bodies!

"Trying to flee? Did you even ask me? Let’s see if you can outrun Huaxia’s Spiritual Fire!"

Ren Feifan roared angrily, murderous intent palpable, and unleashed the Nine Profound Flames in his hand!

That black vapor tried to escape but was instantly engulfed by Ren Feifan’s Nine Profound Flames that concentrated around his finger.

The black vapor was completely eradicated, and the life-force of the two Sacred Gate disciples slowly began to recover.

Seeing that the two were now out of danger, Ren Feifan sighed in relief. It seemed that, at critical moments, nothing proved as effective as his own blood.

Ren Feifan only had a vague understanding of the unusual properties of his blood. It was linked to far too many things—the miraculous regenerative bloodline of the Wind and Thunder Beast, the primordial three-drop essence bloodline, countless elixirs, the Dragon Vein, and so on.

Perhaps, throughout Huaxia’s long history, he might be the only cultivator possessing such a unique bloodline.

Gradually, the wounds across the two disciples’ chests began to heal mysteriously.

Five minutes later, both disciples opened their eyes simultaneously, sitting up and panting heavily, as though they had just narrowly escaped death.

Sweat drenched their foreheads and bodies!

When they saw Ren Feifan standing before them, their expressions shifted. Just as they were about to get out of bed to kneel, Ren Feifan held them down.

"Your injuries have just healed; rest for now," he said.

"Holy Sovereign, what exactly happened? Earlier, I felt a strange aura surging toward the Sacred Gate. I wanted to report it to you, but my body became immobile, as if I were restricted..."

Ren Feifan narrowed his eyes slightly and said seriously, "You don’t need to worry about this matter. I will handle it."

Although the two disciples were still puzzled, with the Holy Sovereign’s reassurance, they refrained from asking further questions.

Ren Feifan sought out Wan Cheng Feng and instructed him to prepare some Healing Pills for the injured disciples. Then, he drove one of the Sacred Gate’s cars straight to the National Security Bureau.

Based on Wang Zhen’s previous warnings, it was certain he knew the origins of the intruders.

Anyone bold enough to stir trouble at the Sacred Gate would face absolutely no leniency from Ren Feifan!

No matter the cost—kill them outright!

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Huaxia National Security Bureau.

Stopping the car, Ren Feifan stepped out and walked straight into the Bureau.

The entire process was seamless; virtually no one dared to obstruct Ren Feifan.

Most people at the Bureau recognized Ren Feifan. His past exploits in Huaxia were dazzling enough to leave an indelible impression.

Even the Huaxia Guardians and veteran monsters were powerless against him. The National Security Bureau was no exception.

Inside Wang Zhen’s office, Ren Feifan found him tightly furrowing his brow as he checked something on his computer.

Seeing someone enter unannounced, Wang Zhen was ready to erupt in anger, but upon discovering it was Ren Feifan, his frustration completely subsided. Instead, he made Ren Feifan a cup of tea.

Ren Feifan had no time for tea. About to speak, Wang Zhen interrupted him: "Feifan, regarding the Sacred Gate incident, there’s no need for you to say anything. I’m already aware."

Ren Feifan paused, then immediately asked, "You must know the identities of those people, right? For individuals of their caliber, they would surely stand at the peak of power in their nation—impossible to be obscure figures."

Wang Zhen nodded, took a sip of tea, and said, "Back when you slaughtered the Pharaoh on Purgatory Island, his identity was far from simple. He was Osiris’ only son, and Osiris is nothing short of supreme in that nation."

"Supreme?" Ren Feifan sneered coldly, "Being supreme gives them the right to kill my people for no reason?"

Wang Zhen discerned the fiery rage brewing in Ren Feifan. Initially, he had hoped to mediate peace between the two sides to resolve the conflict amicably, but now it seemed entirely unfeasible.

Given the circumstances, it would be wiser to equip Ren Feifan with knowledge of Osiris’ background.

"Know your enemy and win every battle," he thought.

Between peace and unwavering support for Ren Feifan, Wang Zhen unhesitatingly sided with the latter.

"Feifan, Osiris must not be underestimated. He’s the King of the Underworld in that ancient civilization and is believed to be the incarnation of their first Pharaoh. He wields the power of judgment and reigns over the birth, death, and afterlife of individuals in his nation. The people there believe that upon death, Osiris will judge their souls—either granting them eternal life or subjecting them to eternal destruction.

Furthermore, Osiris’ power of curses is exceedingly terrifying. At least in those days, no one in Huaxia could stand against him!"

Ren Feifan’s pupils contracted slightly. "You said ’back in those days’? Does that mean this isn’t Osiris’ first time in Huaxia?"

Wang Zhen shook his head. "In the century following the division between the Hidden Gate and the secular world, the first incarnation of Osiris arrived in Huaxia. He killed hundreds of cultivators and took something from us.

At the time, the secular cultivators in Huaxia were relatively weak; the truly formidable ones had already migrated to the Hidden Gate."

Ren Feifan didn’t expect that Osiris had been a repeat offender. Clearly, he still thought Huaxia was as vulnerable as before!

"What did he take?"

Wang Zhen glanced at Ren Feifan and pulled a document from his drawer. "Everything I’ve just said is based on records; I haven’t witnessed it firsthand. I don’t know what Osiris took from Huaxia. If it weren’t for the artifacts unearthed a few years ago, this matter might’ve remained buried and forgotten."

Ren Feifan skimmed the document, finding no critical information, and raised the most pressing question: "Do you know where Osiris might be hiding in Huaxia? I’ve extended my Spiritual Sense outward, even covering the entire Capital City, yet I can’t pinpoint their aura."