Chapter 972 979: Eight-Colored Eight-Winged Taotie Gu

Original Wei Prince's Mansion, in the side chamber.

Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, operating the Divine Burning Technique.

Boom!

A warm surge, several times larger than when breaking through the Upper Three Grades, emerged from the void, pouring into Chen Mo's body. Every cell of his body boiled, greedily absorbing this warm flow.

Chen Mo's pores opened at this moment, releasing a white heat that helped cool his body.

A short while later.

[Divine Burning Technique Experience +1.]

"Phew..." Chen Mo exhaled deeply, glancing at the 'cocoon' on the bed, seeing Nalan Yiren still unresponsive, he continued cultivating.

After repeatedly cultivating the Divine Burning Technique several times.

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, sensing a maid approaching the side chamber.

The maid stopped in front of the door, knocked, and said, "Your Majesty, Eunuch Jia requests an audience, claiming he has important matters to report."

"Admit him."

"Yes."

Soon, Jia Yin arrived at the side chamber and informed Chen Mo of Yelang's situation.

Chen Mo furrowed his brows slightly, then said, "Entrust this matter to the Cabinet, let the Cabinet discuss and handle it."

Although it involves Xingyao and them, to Chen Mo, it's just a minor issue not worth mobilizing forces, perhaps sending an Upper-Grade Martial Artist there could solve it.

"Yes."

...

A day passed, and Nalan Yiren still hadn't awakened, but the rising red numbers on her forehead began to stabilize, increasing only slightly every hour or so.

Chen Mo sensed her breath becoming stable.

She should be waking up soon.

But at this moment, bad news came; the maid caring for Si Song reported that Si Song fell ill again, spurting out several mouthfuls of blood, then passed out.

Chen Mo went to see; an elderly man with a shriveled face, so thin he was only skin and bones, lay quietly on the bed, Si Song was in a coma, unresponsive to calls.

Previously, Si Song asked Nalan Yiren to give up, firstly because he truly didn't want to burden Nalan Yiren, secondly because although Nalan Yiren forcibly extended his life, his condition made him unable to eat anything, drinking barely half a bowl of meat porridge a day, coupled with the constant pain, each day lived was torment for Si Song.

Under Chen Mo's perception, a large area of gray-black color faintly lingered on Si Song's face.

Chen Mo can kill enemies, but when it comes to healing, he is truly powerless.

He could only summon Imperial Physicians from the palace to treat, even called Yue Puzi over.

Yet the Imperial Physicians and Yue Puzi found Si Song's current situation irrevocable.

Yue Puzi further said, "It's a miracle that he's alive now, looking at his condition, logically, he should have died three months ago."

Yue Puzi couldn't fathom why Si Song was still alive.

"With his current condition, how much longer does he have?" Chen Mo asked in a deep voice.

The most senior Imperial Physician Zhou sighed, shaking his head, said, "Your Majesty, the Daoist is correct, given this elder's physical condition, he should have died three months ago, his survival is nothing short of a miracle, but it's merely a late blossoming of energy..."

"Just tell me how much time he has left, where did all this nonsense come from." Chen Mo furrowed his brows, interrupting Imperial Physician Zhou.

Imperial Physician Zhou bowed, whispered, "Anytime."

Chen Mo glanced at him, then at the other Imperial Physicians, who lowered their heads under Chen Mo's gaze.

Yue Puzi couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, give up, he is essentially already a dead man, irremediable."

Just as the words fell, a powerful aura erupted from Chen Mo's body, enveloping the entire room, except for Si Song's area, making the Imperial Physicians and Yue Puzi feel oppressed, struggling to breathe.

"I called you here not to speak such dejected words." Chen Mo coldly reprimanded.

The Imperial Physicians and Yue Puzi knelt down, shouting for Your Majesty's forgiveness, cold sweat emerging from their backs.

Chen Mo's tone softened somewhat: "Of course, given his current condition, I won't make things difficult for you. You merely need to find a way to keep his breath, manage to sustain him for an hour, and I'll reward you with one hundred taels, manage to sustain him for over three hours, I'll promote you by one rank.

If even this can't be done, then there's no point in being Imperial Physicians in the palace, just strip off your clothes and go home, there's no use for me keeping you."

Chen Mo had to pressure them a bit.

The Imperial Physicians felt immense pressure, lowering their heads even further.

Under Chen Mo's gaze, ultimately Imperial Physician Zhou slowly raised his head, trembling, said: "Your Majesty... I am willing to try."

Imperial Physician Zhou took out silver needles, began acupuncture, soon covering Si Song's body.

He then prepared a prescription, all the herbs listed were strong medicines.

After forcibly administering the strong medicine into Si Song's body, Chen Mo could feel his weak breathing slightly strengthening.

"Your Majesty, my Taiyi Needle Technique, paired with the Soul Reviving Soup, for ordinary dying people, I dare guarantee to at least delay their death by three hours, but for him, I can only guarantee half an hour." Imperial Physician Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead, said.

"That also merits one hundred gold." Chen Mo looked at the other Imperial Physicians: "Does anyone else have a way to continue life?"

No Imperial Physician spoke up.

Yue Puzi also shook his head.

"A bunch of useless..."

Chen Mo snorted coldly, waved his hand and left the room.

After arriving at Nalan Yiren's chamber, Chen Mo looked at the still unmoving 'cocoon,' murmured: "Yiren, I can only go this far, if you haven't woken in half an hour, I will break the cocoon, take your blood for the Great Elder, if that doesn't work, I will forcibly awaken you..."