Chapter 927
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Chapter 927 Suppression
“When looking at these liquids under magnification, they do indeed have some similarities to yours and little Ling’er’s, but after careful decomposition, many differences can be observed,” the old turtle said. “Even the golden yellow color of the liquid was disguised by adding pigments later.”
“But… this bottle of liquid does emit a very special aura… I call it sacred power,” Fang Yu frowned as he spoke.
“Although it’s a mixture of various medicinal ingredients, there is indeed some creature’s blood in its composition. The aura you mentioned likely comes from this blood,” the old turtle said. “However, the blood content is very minimal. In the bottle you brought, the blood component wouldn’t exceed five milligrams.”
“So, in reality, this bottle of blood has nothing to do with mine or Ling’er’s blood?” Fang Yu asked.
“You could say that,” the old turtle nodded and said, “Apart from the color, there are very few similarities.”
“Since this is a medicinal liquid, it must have some purpose,” Fang Yu said, picking up the glass bottle containing the so-called golden dragon blood.
“Its function is like a stimulant, able to greatly enhance human physical strength in a short period. Additionally, it contains components similar to the Qi-gathering pills that you cultivators like to consume, which can generate a certain amount of true qi…” the old turtle said. “Most of these effects come from that small amount of blood, but since the blood content is too low, I can’t currently analyze it.”
After hearing the old turtle’s explanation, Fang Yu basically understood the truth about this so-called golden dragon blood.
It was a scam.
Miyajima Hideo, representing the East Japan Commercial Association, came to Beidu to sell this product in order to make a huge profit from the wealthy people there.
At that day’s trading event, this so-called golden dragon blood was priced at 30 million per bottle.
Paying 30 million for a one-time stimulant… it was beyond a rip-off.
With all the orders placed that day, if the transactions had been completed, the profit would likely have exceeded one billion.
The reason they named this liquid “golden dragon blood” was to exploit the special reverence that Yanxia people have for dragons, thereby increasing the price of the liquid.
In reality, this liquid had no connection to dragons whatsoever.
“No wonder they only marketed it in secular circles… it was just to scam money,” Fang Yu’s eyes flickered as he thought, “If they had promoted it in the martial arts world, it would have been exposed immediately.”
However, Miyajima Hideo and his entire group were already dead, though no one knew who killed them.
This matter would probably be left unresolved, with no need for further consideration.
Fang Yu looked at the old turtle and said, “So… when exactly will Ling’er wake up?”
“…I can’t say for certain. I can only make a reasonable guess. She should wake up when her blood is purified to the same degree as yours,” the old turtle said.
“Alright, I have other matters to attend to, so I need to leave now,” Fang Yu said. “If you have any questions, feel free to contact me anytime.”
The old turtle nodded and continued tinkering with the medicine bottles.
Fang Yu activated his Void Ring and returned to Yinlin Manor.
At this time, only Zheng Ze remained in the teahouse.
“Mr. Fang,” Zheng Ze immediately bowed when he saw Fang Yu.
“The teacher said he was a bit tired and left early,” Zheng Ze added.
Fang Yu nodded slightly and said, “Let’s go. Bring those twenty-plus mages and visit the Order’s headquarters again.”
Twenty minutes later, Fang Yu and Zheng Ze led a team of twenty-six five-star mages toward the Order’s headquarters.
The leader of these mages was named Rong Shu.
On the way to the Order’s headquarters, Fang Yu deliberately called him to his side.
“Rong Shu, how have you been feeling lately?” Fang Yu asked.
Rong Shu had a strange expression and said, “Grand Master Huaixu borrowed people from Great Mage Tianchen, but after we arrived, Grand Master Huaixu didn’t have us do anything… I find it very strange.”
“Do you know why?” Fang Yu asked.
“Why?” Rong Shu asked, puzzled.
“Because we don’t trust you,” Fang Yu said.
Hearing this, Rong Shu’s expression changed.
But by then, Fang Yu had already extended his right hand and lightly touched Rong Shu’s forehead.
Rong Shu’s body stiffened, and his expression froze.
Fang Yu’s divine consciousness entered Rong Shu’s soul, searching through his memories.
Skipping over the memories of recent times, he directly searched for the day when Tianchen sent them over.
After searching, it was just as Fang Yu had suspected—a segment of memory was missing.
In Rong Shu’s memory fragments, there was only a brief recollection of following Tianchen and Shangqing from the Order’s headquarters, and then flying through the air toward the temporary meeting hall of the Beidu Martial Arts Association.
Looking at it this way, it was easy to see that this memory had been tampered with, with at least a large segment removed.
The missing segment was the most crucial part.
Fang Yu knew that the other twenty-five five-star mages behind him were likely in the same situation.
Therefore, Fang Yu’s previous assumption was incorrect.
He had originally thought these twenty-six mages were problematic and wanted to keep them at the Beidu Martial Arts Association to see what they would do.
But the actual situation was that these mages knew nothing about other matters and truly believed they were just there to help.
Fang Yu withdrew his divine consciousness from Rong Shu’s soul.
Rong Shu returned to normal, staring blankly at Fang Yu in front of him.
“We’re almost at the Order’s headquarters,” Fang Yu said.
Five minutes later, Fang Yu, Zheng Ze, and the twenty-six five-star mages returned to the Order’s headquarters together.
As they crossed the main gate, the scene before them changed.
“I need to meet with Tianchen. Please notify him for me,” Fang Yu said.
“Alright,” Rong Shu nodded, took out his staff, lightly tapped it, and disappeared from the spot.
The remaining twenty-five five-star mages walked toward a castle in the interior.
Suddenly, only Fang Yu and Zheng Ze were left at the main gate.
“It seems we’ve been left hanging here,” Fang Yu said.
“Rong Shu should return with a response soon,” Zheng Ze said.
Fang Yu looked at the ancient-style castles ahead and smiled, “That’s not necessarily true. Let’s walk inside for a bit.”
With that, Fang Yu walked forward, and Zheng Ze immediately followed.
In the Order’s headquarters, all the buildings resembled castles.
This architectural style didn’t match the traditional building style of Yanxia, but rather resembled the style from the Western Regions.
“Mages first appeared in the Western Regions, so these mages prefer this castle-like architectural style,” Zheng Ze explained beside him.
“The Western Regions don’t seem to favor mages much anymore, do they? When I last visited, they were all talking about marquises and archangels…” Fang Yu said.
“…” Zheng Ze was about to speak.
Just then, a semi-transparent vortex appeared beneath their feet.
As the vortex rose, the scenery around the two spun wildly, causing severe dizziness in their heads.
When everything returned to normal, Fang Yu and Zheng Ze… were standing on a desolate plain.
Fang Yu and Zheng Ze stared blankly at the barren landscape before them, both with somewhat dazed expressions.
A gust of wild wind blew past, bringing them back to their senses.
“Mr. Fang, what… what’s going on?” Zheng Ze swallowed and asked.
Fang Yu looked around, confirming this wasn’t some illusion.
“It seems… someone doesn’t welcome our arrival and directly teleported us to this godforsaken place,” Fang Yu chuckled lightly.
“Where exactly are we?” Zheng Ze asked, looking around.
“Good question,” Fang Yu took out his phone, wanting to check their location.
But upon opening his phone, he discovered there was no signal in this forsaken place.
“Well, it seems we can’t figure out where we are, but I still remember the location of the Order’s headquarters. Let’s go back directly,” Fang Yu raised his right hand and activated the Void Ring.
Two seconds later, Fang Yu and Zheng Ze disappeared from the desert.
Standing once again at the main gate of the Order’s headquarters, Zheng Ze was somewhat unsteady.
In just half a minute, he might have traversed over ten thousand kilometers, making everything before him seem unreal.
“Let’s go in and see who’s being so discourteous to us,” Fang Yu said.
With that, the two entered the gate again.
The scene before them changed once more, and those castles appeared before their eyes again.
“Even if they don’t welcome us, there’s no need to forcibly expel us. Such behavior shows poor quality and doesn’t align with our Yanxia traditions…” Fang Yu said as he walked inside.
After just a few steps, another vortex appeared beneath their feet.
Zheng Ze immediately turned his head to look at Fang Yu.
“It seems there’s no room for negotiation,” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow, lifted his right hand, and the Void Ring emitted a blue light.
However, the spatial power just released by the Void Ring seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force.
Then, another bout of spinning disorientation.
Three seconds later, the scene in their vision changed to a vast snow plain.
The surrounding temperature couldn’t be higher than minus twenty degrees Celsius.
Zheng Ze’s face turned pale.
The consecutive long-distance teleportations were taking a toll on his body, making him quite uncomfortable.
“To be able to suppress the power of the Void Ring, the other party’s mastery of spatial laws must be extremely high,” Fang Yu gazed at the white snow plain ahead and thought, “This person… is probably not Tianchen.”
