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Chapter 384 Fan Jian Breaks Through the Palace Gates at Night: I Want My Son! [Please Subscribe, Please Vote!]

Fan Xian's body crashed heavily at Emperor Qing's feet, blood gushing from his mouth, staining the bricks red. He struggled to get up, but ultimately his strength gave out, and he fainted.

His son, whom he had never met, fell before his eyes, his life hanging in the balance, and all this was to "protect" his father, the emperor.

Although Fan Xian was unaware of his identity.

At this moment, a hint of anger finally appeared in Emperor Qing's eyes, and his gaze was filled with endless coldness.

How dare that beast harm my son? Does it even deserve to harm my son?
"Take it down for me!"

Emperor Qing roared angrily, his tone chillingly cold.

Out of concern for Emperor Qing's safety, the guard beside him tried to persuade him again: "This beast is vicious and unruly. Your Majesty, please move the carriage immediately!"

Unexpectedly, Emperor Qing coldly snatched the knife from the guard's hand and pierced the guard's chest with a single stroke. He then released the hilt, letting the guard fall to the ground with the knife still attached.

If Gong Dian were here, knowing Emperor Qing's temperament, he would surely obey Emperor Qing's orders and fight Zhu Yan regardless of life or death.

After all, the emperor's decree cannot be disobeyed!
It's a pity that such a loyal subject died like this.

Seeing this, the other guards fell silent, no longer daring to offer any further advice. They immediately took up their swords and spears and chose to fight the Zhu Yan that was about to pounce on them.

At this moment, Zhu Yan's shadow had already enveloped the entire square in front of the palace. In an instant, he trampled the breastplates of twelve imperial guards with his bare feet, and the sound of flesh and bone exploding was as dense as firecrackers during the New Year.

Then, they quickly pounced on Emperor Qing.

Zhu Yan's giant claws were raised high, casting a shadow that seemed about to crush Fan Xian into mincemeat.

A flicker of hesitation and anger flashed in Emperor Qing's eyes—anger at how weak these guards were.

Immediately, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed!
"Zheng!"

A guard's sword suddenly flew into his hand, the blade trembling and emitting a dragon-like hum.

To save Fan Xian, Emperor Qing finally took action.

Fan Xian must not die, regardless of his status as his son or the schemes he had laid out for him. Fan Xian must live until the day his plans are completed.

Zhu Yan's giant claw crashed down!
Emperor Qing did not move, but simply flipped his wrist, and the blade slashed upwards diagonally.

"laugh!"

A bright, gleaming blade of true energy, like an inverted Milky Way, tore through the air in an instant, slashing a deep, bone-revealing wound into Zhu Yan's palm!

"What a hard bone!"

Emperor Qing's eyes narrowed, his expression turned cold, and he thought to himself.

Although Emperor Qing did not use his full strength, a Grandmaster's casual strike could easily cleave buildings and break iron, yet it couldn't even split open a beast.

"Roar--!"

Zhu Yan roared in pain and fury, the eerie blue flames in its golden vertical pupils flickering wildly. It suddenly retracted its claws and swept its other arm across, the force of which was enough to shatter mountains and split rocks!

Emperor Qing snorted coldly, his figure shifting half a step to the side like a ghost, and his blade flashed out.

"Shh!"

The blade flashed like lightning, and a bloody gash appeared on Zhu Yan's thick forearm in an instant. Dark blue beast blood splattered out, and when it landed on the ground, it corroded and produced wisps of black smoke.

Enraged, Zhu Yan slammed his fists into the ground like drums, causing the entire Qing Temple to tremble violently and its bricks to crack!

Emperor Qing had already leaped up, his long sword reflecting the sunlight, transforming into a streak of cold light that slashed straight at Zhu Yan's throat!

"You beast, I will kill you today!"

Before the blade even arrived, the blade's energy had already torn apart the white fur on Zhu Yan's neck, causing blood to spurt out!

Zhu Yan finally realized the terror of the person in front of him. A trace of fear flashed in his beastly eyes, and he suddenly leaped backward to avoid this fatal blow!
Emperor Qing landed, the tip of his sword pointing diagonally at the ground, his expression indifferent.

"run?"

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile.

"Did I grant you permission to escape?"

The eerie blue light emanating from Zhu Yan's abdomen suddenly surged, as if a ferocious beast lurking in the deep sea had opened its eyes.

Emperor Qing frowned slightly, instinctively sensing danger. He held his long sword horizontally in front of his chest, and his true energy formed an invisible barrier around his body.

"Roar--!"

Zhu Yan roared to the sky, and the sound was no longer just a simple beastly roar, but was mixed with some kind of strange metallic vibration.

It opened its blood-red maw, and a ball of eerie blue light condensed in its throat, distorting the surrounding air due to the high temperature.

Emperor Qing's pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately retreated rapidly.

Almost simultaneously, the azure orb in Zhu Yan's mouth transformed into a blazing beam of light, continuously increasing in size and even gradually changing from azure to crimson. Wherever it passed, the bluestone floor tiles instantly vaporized, and the white marble railings on both sides melted as if made of wax.

Although Emperor Qing retreated quickly, he was still hit by the aftershocks. The long sword in his hand turned into molten iron the moment it came into contact with the beam of light, and his sleeves turned to ashes.

Emperor Qing snorted coldly, his true energy surging and scattering the ashes, but his expression was no longer as composed as before.

"His Majesty!"

The guards in the distance cried out in alarm, but were so stunned by the earth-shattering attack that no one dared to step forward.

Zhu Yan struck successfully, but did not linger in the fight and turned to flee.

Its thick hind legs left deep cracks in the ground. It was incredibly fast. What angered Emperor Qing even more was that this beast did not forget to extend its giant claws as it fled, trying to scoop up the unconscious Fan Xian from the ground!

"presumptuous!"

Emperor Qing roared and shot out like lightning.

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and more than ten swords and knives scattered on the ground rose up as if controlled by his own arm, shooting towards Zhu Yan's back.

"Ding ding ding—"

The clanging of metal was like raindrops pattering on banana leaves. The swords and blades pierced Zhu Yan's back, but left only shallow white marks before being deflected.

Emperor Qing's eyes flashed even colder. With a light tap of his toes, he soared into the air like a roc spreading its wings. His right hand, fingers joined together, unleashed a burst of condensed true energy.

"puff!"

The finger struck Zhu Yan squarely on the right shoulder, and dark blue blood spurted out. Zhu Yan was in pain and staggered. Then he launched Fan Xian out like a hidden weapon.

At the same time, it turned around and glared fiercely at Emperor Qing, its eyes even containing a hint of human-like mockery.

Emperor Qing was startled.

This is definitely not the look that ordinary beasts should have!

Emperor Qing took Fan Xian and was about to give chase when, in the blink of an eye, the eerie blue light on Zhu Yan's abdomen flashed once more.

Emperor Qing stopped his pursuit with alarm, only to see that Zhu Yan did not unleash its terrifying breath again. Instead, it took advantage of the brief moment to leap over the temple wall and disappear among the many palaces in a few leaps.

Emperor Qing turned his head and glanced coldly at the few remaining guards behind him. He saw that the guards' expressions were shocked and tinged with fear.

After all, no one could have imagined that the emperor they had been protecting would actually know martial arts!

Then, to the bewilderment of the guards, Emperor Qing's blade flashed, cleaving them all in two.

His status as a Grandmaster must never be exposed, so these guards are doomed.

Emperor Qing stood alone amidst the ruins, his robes fluttering even without wind. He looked down at a scorch mark on his palm, burned by atomic breath, his brows furrowed.

This beast's strength far exceeded expectations, and what was even more bizarre was its final look.

After a long while, hurried footsteps were heard.

Gong Dian, who had previously fainted from his injuries, finally arrived with a large contingent of imperial guards. Seeing the mess and the wound on Emperor Qing's hand, this eighth-rank expert's expression changed drastically: "Your Majesty, I am late in protecting you; I deserve to die!" Emperor Qing waved his hand: "Investigate where this beast came from. Also..."

Emperor Qing's face was ashen, his voice so cold it could shatter metal and stone: "Order the Surveillance Bureau to seal off the entire city. I demand to see the beast alive or dead!"

"Then...this young master on the ground...?"

Gong Dian lowered his head and asked tremblingly.

A complex look flashed across Emperor Qing's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant: "Send him to the Imperial Hospital for treatment. Tell the Imperial Hospital that if Fan Xian dies, they will all be buried with him."

The guards fell silent, trembling with fear, and obeyed their orders, leaving in droves.

After some farce.

It is several miles away from Qingmiao.

A silver monkey, looking aggrieved, whimpered at Meng Fan, pointing to its almost healed wound and gesturing repeatedly, as if telling everyone how wicked Emperor Qing was, like a child complaining to their parent.

Its appearance is just like that of a cute golden monkey, except that the golden threads have been replaced with silver threads, and the indigo face has turned vermilion.

Meng Fan picked up the little monkey and laughed, "Alright, stop showing off. I know you've done a good job. When we get back, I'll reward you with a peach."

The silver monkey immediately stopped crying out, and a look of joy appeared on its face.

The monkey that cries gets to eat peaches; Grandpa Sun was right!

Then, Meng Fan casually put away the "Zhu Yan" and murmured as he looked in the direction of Qing Temple: "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise. Fan Xian, this injury may be a blessing in disguise, or it may really be your death."

"It all depends on whether your cheap biological father is willing to save you!"

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Although the news of Fan Xian's injury was well concealed, he still did not come to the Fan residence until late at night.

Upon learning of Emperor Qing's arrangements for today, Fan Jian rushed to the palace without stopping, disregarding the curfew, and knelt down to pay his respects at the palace gate.

"Your Majesty, Lord Fan Jianfan, the Earl of Sinan, insists on requesting an audience at the palace gates. It seems he's causing quite a stir!" Eunuch Hou said cautiously from the side.

Emperor Qing rubbed his head: "Summon him in. If I don't give him an answer today, who knows what kind of mess he'll make of it."

Not long after, Fan Jian, led by Eunuch Hou, stormed into the palace. But when he met Emperor Qing’s cold gaze, his momentum faltered.

He immediately cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Your subject, Fan Jian, greets Your Majesty!"

"Rushing into the palace at night, what kind of behavior is this? Is this the kind of subject you are?" Emperor Qing said with a displeased expression.

But Emperor Qing knew in his heart that if Chen Pingping hadn't been away from the capital, Fan Jian would probably have been more than the only one to break into the palace at night.

Upon hearing this, Fan Jian straightened his back again: "Your Majesty, according to the schedule, Fan Xian should have arrived at the Fan residence today. I have also asked the Tiger Guards, and it was Eunuch Hou, one of Your Majesty's subordinates, who took him away."

It's only natural for a father to want a son, who am I afraid of!
"I have only one question: Where is my son?"

Fan Jian kept referring to his son, which greatly displeased Emperor Qing. He was already quite annoyed by what had happened that day, and Fan Jian's actions only made him feel worse.

Fortunately, he had anticipated this situation. Emperor Qing hesitated for a moment before standing up, sighing, and saying, "Come with me!"

It's definitely not an option to keep it from Fan Jian, and it's impossible to hide it from him anyway. Even if we did manage to hide it, once Fan Xian recovers from his injuries and asks him, he'll find out everything he doesn't know.

Moreover, Fan Xian was seriously injured this time. According to the Imperial Hospital, his internal organs were damaged, but he was kept alive by that special true energy.

Whether they can survive is still uncertain!

We can't really keep Fan Jian completely in the dark!

Fan Jian followed Emperor Qing all the way to the Imperial Hospital.

At this moment, Fan Xian lay on the brocade couch, his face as pale as paper, dark red blood foam constantly oozing from his lips, each weak breath seeming to be squeezed out from his shattered lungs.

His sternum caved in, forming a strange, collapsed arc, as if it had been crushed by the claws of a giant beast.

When the imperial physician cut open his clothes, there was a purplish-red bruise under his skin, and broken ribs pierced his skin, with tiny beads of blood still hanging on the white bone tips.

Even more horrifying were his internal injuries; his internal organs were all displaced, and his meridians were severed. His Nine Yang True Qi was like desperately trying to piece together shards of glass.

The head of the Imperial Medical Academy was trembling as he administered the acupuncture. The moment the silver needles pierced the acupoints, a strange bluish-black color appeared under Fan Xian's skin, as if something was corroding and spreading deep within his flesh.

"Three of the lung meridians have been damaged..."

The old imperial physician's voice trembled as he dipped a silver needle into the blood Fan Xian had vomited. Under the candlelight, the blood shimmered with an eerie blue hue, and in an instant, the entire needle turned black.

"This...this is no ordinary injury; it's likely caused by a deadly poison!"

"I'm asking you, can you save him?"

Upon hearing Emperor Qing's voice, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy hurriedly knelt down: "Your Majesty, the person before us is sustaining himself entirely on his own internal energy. His injuries are too severe for us to heal, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Fan Jian grabbed the elderly head of the Imperial Medical Academy and loudly questioned him.

"Unless there is someone who cultivates the same true qi as him, and that person consumes their true qi to reorganize his meridians and allow the special true qi in his body to circulate, there is no chance of survival."

"Although this will damage that person's inner energy, it has saved a life after all!"

"Someone with the same true qi?"

Emperor Qing narrowed his eyes, a few thoughts flashing through his mind.

Fan Xian's domineering true energy was ambiguous, and at this moment, even Emperor Qing was unsure what kind of cultivation technique Fan Xian had practiced.

"What if we can't find someone who cultivates the same true energy?" Emperor Qing asked.

The head of the Imperial Medical Academy replied, "That's difficult then; we can only leave it to fate!"

Emperor Qing glanced at him, then said in an icy tone, "Then you shall be buried with me!"

The head of the Imperial Medical Academy was immediately startled: "Ah?!"

At this moment, Fan Jian stood before the bed, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned blue.

The candlelight inside the hall was dim, making the furrows between his brows appear as deep as if they had been carved by a knife. At Emperor Qing's gesture, the imperial physicians bowed their heads and retreated to the side, the blood in the golden basin still swaying slightly.

"His Majesty."

He suddenly turned around, his wide sleeves sweeping across the blue bricks, casting a semi-circular shadow. "Your subject dares to ask..."

Before he could finish speaking, Emperor Qing's black dragon-patterned boots shattered the blood on the ground: "I know what you want to ask."

"Then please enlighten me, Your Majesty!"

Fan Jian suddenly lifted his robe and knelt down, the jade belt buckle striking the bricks with a crisp sound. "My son was summoned to the capital, why is he lying in the Imperial Hospital with broken bones and torn tendons?"

The candle flames crackled and popped, startling the copper bells on the eaves.

"I've encountered a monster."

Emperor Qing rubbed the scorch mark on his sleeve with his thumb, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about breaking a wolf-hair brush, "I have ordered the Imperial Censorate to conduct a thorough investigation."

"You beast?"

Fan Jian suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot like a spider web. "Where did this beast come from in the important Qing Temple? Where are the Imperial Guards? What makes you need a child to charge into battle?"

"Why is Fan Xian lying here so badly injured, Your Majesty..." He took half a step on his knees, then stopped abruptly, swallowing the rest of his question as his Adam's apple bobbed.

Fan Jian was probably the only one who dared to ask Emperor Qing such a question.

Emperor Qing's eyes darkened.

The question is asking him why he's standing here all the time, right?
(End of this chapter)