I've announced that I'm destined to have many children, and my father has bestowed upon me

The subsequent matches, for the audience in the capital, suddenly dropped in quality by more than one level.

There is no other reason.

The top talents had their peak showdown in the first round of elimination matches because of Zhao Chen'an, the spoiler.

As for Zhao Chen'an, after experiencing that fierce and life-or-death battle with Ye Shenglin...

His next opponent was no longer able to pose any threat to him.

He didn't even use that terrifying Nine Provinces Universe Cauldron again.

No matter who he was facing, he would simply point with one finger.

Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger!

One finger imprisons heaven and earth, two fingers shatter mountains and rivers!

That terrifying finger force, with its majestic and awe-inspiring power, was something that even a cultivator at the Four Extremes Realm could not withstand.

The game became dull and uninteresting.

Everyone knows that as long as Zhao Chen'an is there, first place is a foregone conclusion.

The only remaining point of interest might be the Holy Maiden Yao Yue of the Hehuan Sect.

This enchanting woman, naturally alluring, faced Zhao Chen'an.

Instead of taking direct action, she unleashed the supreme charm technique of the Hehuan Sect.

Every frown and smile is full of charm.

Every word he uttered was captivating and mesmerizing.

Above the arena, pink mist rose, seductive music lingered, and countless enchanting illusions arose.

Many young cultivators in the spectator stands, whose composure was slightly weaker, blushed and made a fool of themselves on the spot.

However, Zhao Chen'an, who was in the center of the ring, remained calm and composed throughout.

The body of the Great Dao is inviolable by all laws and wards off all evil.

How could mere seductive arts possibly sway his mind?

Ultimately, it became clear that all methods were ineffective in having any impact on Zhao Chen'an.

Yao Yue chuckled lightly and readily admitted defeat, then gracefully stepped off the stage.

At this point, there was no more suspense.

This competition of prodigies, initiated by the Spring and Autumn Trading Company, caused a sensation in more than a dozen surrounding dynasties and imperial courts.

After three full days, it finally came to an end.

The final match was even more dramatic.

Zhao Chen'an's opponent was a cultivator from a small sect, and he himself did not expect to make it all the way to the end.

This person is extremely lucky; he has been left out several times.

He happened to be able to defeat the opponent he encountered, and somehow he made it into the finals.

When he stood in front of Zhao Chen'an and felt that terrifying aura that seemed to stand tall and imposing, he didn't even have the courage to draw his weapon.

He bowed to Zhao Chen'an with a straightforward gesture and said, "Your Highness Prince Wei is invincible, I concede defeat."

He then jumped off the stage and happily went to collect his runner-up prize.

A final that started strong but ended weakly brought this prestigious competition to a less than satisfactory close.

The people at Chunqiu Trading Company were having a major headache about this.

Because of the mess caused by Zhao Chen'an and others, the rankings of this year's Prodigy Ranking have become extremely chaotic.

The final rankings cannot fully reflect the true strength of these prodigies.

But rules are rules, and they have no choice but to accept them.

Of course, none of this concerns Zhao Chen'an anymore.

As the undisputed champion, he was under the spotlight of everyone.

He received a box made of ten-thousand-year-old warm jade from an elder of the Spring and Autumn Trading Company.

The box felt slightly cool to the touch, and even through the jade box, one could feel a scorching yet chilling aura emanating from it.

This is the final prize for this competition.

Yellow-grade spiritual treasure of heaven and earth, undying ghost fire!

Zhao Chen'an put the jade box into his storage ring, and a huge weight was finally lifted from his heart.

He didn't rush to leave, but turned around and, amidst countless complex gazes, slowly walked towards the area where the people of Tianjian Mountain were.

The people from Tianjian Mountain did not leave.

Although Ye Shenglin was eliminated, they still have other disciples participating, so they will naturally have to wait until the competition is completely over.

Upon seeing Zhao Chen'an approach, all the young disciples of Tianjian Mountain displayed expressions of vigilance and indignation.

"What are you doing here?!"

One of the more impatient disciples couldn't help but step forward and glared angrily at Zhao Chen'an.

"You've already harmed Senior Brother Ye so badly, what more do you want?"

"Are you here to laugh at us, or to show off your power?"

Zhao Chen'an didn't stop walking, and didn't even glance at the disciple.

His gaze fell on an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a gray robe.

This old man is the elder leading the Tianjian Mountain team this time, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm.

"senior."

Zhao Chen'an walked closer and nodded slightly as a form of greeting.

The old man in the gray robe raised his head, his cloudy eyes revealing neither joy nor anger, but simply looking at him calmly.

"What instructions does Your Highness, the Prince of Wei, have?"

"I dare not presume to offer my guidance."

Zhao Chen'an got straight to the point:

"I came to ask about Brother Ye's injuries."

When Ye Shenglin is mentioned, he still habitually calls him "Brother Ye," but he always feels a little awkward when he says it.

Upon hearing this question, a slight change finally appeared on the face of the old man in the gray robe.

He didn't speak, but let out a barely audible sigh.

That sigh was filled with endless regret and sorrow.

The young disciple beside him couldn't hold back any longer. His eyes reddened, and he growled:

"Hypocrite! Senior Brother Ye... all his meridians are severed, his bones are shattered, and his cultivation foundation is destroyed! He can never cultivate again in this lifetime! Are you satisfied now?"

All the meridians in his body were severed, and his bones were shattered...

Zhao Chen'an's heart sank slightly.

Although he had expected it, hearing the result with his own ears still left him feeling suffocated.

Such a pure and incredibly talented swordsmanship genius, just wasted like this?

Ultimately, it was ruined by his own hands.

He remained silent for a moment, then looked at the gray-robed old man again.

"Is there really... no chance of recovery?"

The old man in the gray robe finally spoke, his voice hoarse and dry.

"have."

This word made the surrounding Tianjian Mountain disciples suddenly raise their heads.

But the old man's next words plunged them into even deeper despair.

"Unless we can find the legendary holy-grade healing pills, there might still be a sliver of hope."

High-grade elixir!

These four words, like an insurmountable mountain, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Let alone Saint-grade pills, even Heaven-grade pills are extremely rare in the entire Eastern Wilderness region, with prices but no market.

A sacred item?

That only exists in legends!

"Even top-grade pills aren't enough?"

Zhao Chen'an pressed for an answer.

The old man slowly shook his head, his face full of bitterness.

"For ordinary injuries, top-grade elixirs are sufficient."

"But Sheng Ling's injuries are too severe."

"The suppressive power of the Nine Provinces Universe Cauldron not only destroyed his physical body, but also crushed his meridians into dust."

"To rebuild your meridians, nothing less than a sacred-grade divine pill is needed."

"The main problem is that even if we could gather all the medicinal herbs needed for alchemy, we wouldn't have a Saint-level alchemist!"

At this point, the old man closed his eyes, seemingly unwilling to say any more.

The answer is already clear.

There is no hope.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

The disciples of Tianjian Mountain all lowered their heads, their expressions somber.

In the midst of this oppressive silence, Zhao Chen'an's voice rang out clearly.

"What if I said I had a way?"

His words were earth-shattering!

Everyone from Tianjian Mountain, including the gray-robed elder who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened their eyes at the same time and stared intently at Zhao Chen'an.

"What did you say?"

The gray-robed old man's voice trembled as he took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Zhao Chen'an, grabbing his shoulder.

"Your Highness! Is this true?!"

Zhao Chen'an let him hold him, his expression unchanged, and said in a serious tone:

"I know a master alchemist whose alchemy skills are unparalleled."

"If you trust me, come to the Great Zhou Imperial City to find me a month from now when you have gathered all the materials needed to refine the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill."

"I can't guarantee 100% success, but I'm at least 70% confident!"

70% certain!

Is there a 70% chance of successfully refining a sacred-grade elixir?!

The old man in the gray robe felt a buzzing in his head, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

He stared intently at Zhao Chen'an's face, trying to find even the slightest trace of a joke.

but.

Zhao Chen'an's expression was more serious than ever before.