Lin Yan's face turned pale, "This is tantamount to a nine-in-ten chance of death!"
"Grandmaster Chen, can I replace His Majesty?" Jiang Tongtian's face was filled with shock.
They had never expected that the antidote for the Dragon Plague poison would be so difficult to concoct.
It even required the fresh blood of a living person.
Emperor Yan, jolted from his shock, flashed a wry smile, "Tongtian, I appreciate your kind intentions."
"However."
"You are not worthy."
Jiang Tongtian's lips twitched.
I'm about to die for you, and you can't speak more tactfully?
Emperor Yan sighed softly, "I am the true Son of Heaven of the Yan Kingdom, enjoying the reverence of all its people."
"But do you think this reverence was established by the immortal emperors of previous generations?"
He shook his head.
"He who wishes to wear the crown must bear its weight."
"When the world is at peace, I can stand above all beings."
"To recline on the laps of beauties when drunk, and to grasp the power of the realm when awake."
"But if the world descends into chaos."
"I must be the first to step forward."
"This is the destiny of my Yan clan."
"No one else can replace me."
He paused, then looked at Chen Nan and said, "My brother, you can refine the elixir with my vital blood."
"But."
"I have two conditions."
Chen Nan: "Speak."
Emperor Yan said earnestly, "After I die, you will inherit the position of Emperor Yan."
"Your Majesty, this goes against the clan traditions and laws!" Lin Yan gasped in shock.
Jiang Tongtian also said, "Yes, Your Majesty. You have many sons, and they are all outstanding."
"Especially the Crown Prince."
"He is recognized as the foremost Crown Prince in the immortal realm."
"Why would you pass the imperial throne to Grandmaster Chen?"
They deeply respected Chen Nan.
But in their eyes, Chen Nan could not shoulder the banner of the Yan Kingdom.
Because someone as outstanding as him could not endure the loneliness of governing a country.
Emperor Yan murmured, "This might be my only dying wish. Why do you refuse me? We have been sovereign and subject for so long, can't you give me some face?"
Killing with a soft knife was the most cruel and ruthless.
If Emperor Yan had become enraged, they might have retorted.
But now, they couldn't utter a single word.
Seeing their silence, Emperor Yan rejoiced inwardly and then looked at Chen Nan, "My second condition..."
Chen Nan interrupted him directly, "Stop, stop, stop, don't say it..."
Emperor Yan interrupted him again, "My brother, we are like brothers. Can't you listen to me finish speaking peacefully? Do you know that interrupting others is very impolite?"
Chen Nan was stunned.
Emperor Yan said, "I hope that after you ascend the throne, you will make a trip to the Snow Country. If nothing goes wrong, the demon race will soon break the seal and invade the Snow Country."
"After all, they will definitely think that our Yan Kingdom is suffering from a plague and cannot send troops to support the Snow Country."
"If the strongmen of our Yan Kingdom go to aid the Snow Country, they will certainly catch the demon race off guard."
Seeing Chen Nan's silence, Emperor Yan said, "Give me a clear answer, yes or no!"
"Oh, I can speak now!" Chen Nan smiled. "Although refining the antidote is very risky, I won't let you die."
"The reason is simple: I don't care about your imperial throne at all."
"Secondly, I won't go to the Snow Country either."
"If you want to go, go yourself."
"Less nonsense, I need some spiritual herbs. Send them over quickly."
Emperor Yan was furious, "How dare you say what I said is nonsense?"
Jiang Tongtian curled his lips, "It's normal for brothers to argue and fight if they don't see eye to eye. It's no big deal if he says you're talking nonsense."
Emperor Yan looked embarrassed.
He had forgotten that they were brothers.
Lin Yan said, "Grandmaster Chen, tell me the herbs you need, and I'll order them to be sent."
Chen Nan then told Lin Yan the required herbs.
He then looked at Jiang Tongtian, "You truly cannot replace Emperor Yan, but I can lend you a wisp of your luck."
"However, I'll say this upfront."
"Once your luck is borrowed, you will certainly have to bear a series of karmic consequences."
Refining the antidote was indeed very risky.
After all, Emperor Yan had to continuously inject his fresh blood into it during the refining process.
It was no exaggeration to call it a nine-in-ten chance of death.
But with the blessings of others' luck, the risk would be greatly reduced.
Lin Yan and Jiang Tongtian were the Prime Minister and the Commander-in-Chief of the Yan Kingdom, respectively.
They were both individuals with great fortune.
With the blessing of their luck, Emperor Yan might have the good fortune to survive.
"Luck can be borrowed?" Jiang Tongtian was greatly surprised.
Chen Nan: "Others cannot, but I can."
"Let alone borrowing a wisp of luck, I'd even give my life," Jiang Tongtian said with firm eyes.
"Grandmaster Chen, we are also willing to contribute our strength," Mo Nancheng said, leading a few disciples.
They had been staying here for the past few days, and everyone had lost a lot of weight.
"And us."
Many citizens from the town also heard the news and came.
Chen Nan really wanted to say that they only carried misfortune, and only the antidote refined with Emperor Yan's blood could wash away the misfortune. But he eventually gave up the idea.
They just wanted to contribute their part.
Their intentions were good.
So, he pretended to set up a formation and symbolically collected the luck from them.
After all, no one could understand what he was doing anyway.
The next day, someone delivered the herbs needed to refine the antidote.
Chen Nan also drew some luck from Lin Yan and Jiang Tongtian and infused it into Emperor Yan's body.
Then he took out the Yan Province Cauldron.
Emperor Yan also cut his wrist as Chen Nan had instructed.
Blood flowed out, forming an arc in the air and continuously pouring into the Yan Province Cauldron.
Chen Nan also began to refine the antidote according to the formula given by Qing Long.
The alchemy continued.
Emperor Yan's blood must not stop.
Therefore, the risk was immense.
Either he would refine the antidote while alive, or the elixir would fail when his vital blood was exhausted.
Initially, Emperor Yan appeared relaxed.
But as time passed, his complexion became haggard.
He felt a strong sense of weakness.
He could clearly feel the sensation of his vital blood being forcibly drawn away.
That feeling made him flustered and uneasy.
But he had no retreat.
In the blink of an eye, four days and three nights passed.
A faint clinking sound came from the cauldron.
"The immortal elixir is about to be formed!" Lin Yan's eyes were filled with excitement.
These four days and three nights had been extremely agonizing for them.
They were afraid of any accidents during the alchemy process.
After all, it concerned Emperor Yan's life.
But Jiang Tongtian saw Emperor Yan's complexion worsen, showing signs of fainting, "Your Majesty, please hold on a little longer. The immortal elixir is almost ready..."
Before he could finish speaking, Emperor Yan collapsed.
His blood was drained dry.
"Not good!"
Chen Nan's face changed drastically.
He never expected Emperor Yan to fall unconscious when the immortal elixir was on the verge of completion.
Seeing that the blood flow was about to stop, he cut his wrist and introduced his own blood into the Yan Province Cauldron, connecting it with Emperor Yan's blood.
He didn't know if this would work.
But apart from this, did he have any other choice?