Outside the inn.
The guards who stayed behind were still in a daze.
Earlier, there was a sudden noise from inside the inn.
And then they watched in person as the Prime Minister, with an excited expression, completely demolished the fifth floor of the inn.
Wasn't their Prime Minister almost gone before?
What did he eat to become like this?
Just as they were wondering, a figure flew out of the inn with a 'whoosh'.
Several guards' eyes flickered.
Did the person who just flew out look like their leader?
But then they thought, that's impossible.
The person who flew out was clearly blasted away by someone.
Their leader was a Nascent Soul cultivator, how could he be blown away like this?
Perhaps someone nearby who liked seeking thrills was sparring.
A few minutes later.
The Prime Minister stood in the room, dumbfounded, staring at his fists.
"Whoosh!" A guard flashed back.
"I have something to attend to at the palace. You can take the Madam and the young masters and ladies back later," the Prime Minister said, having thought of something.
"Yes!" The guard quickly obeyed.
As the Prime Minister took a step, he turned back.
"I don't remember you wearing these clothes just now?" the Prime Minister asked in confusion. "And what's that smell on you? Why does it stink so much?"
"Prime Minister, perhaps it's because your body has suddenly recovered, and you're experiencing a momentary illusion," the guard said sternly. "I accidentally snagged my clothes when I was… flung out, so I changed."
The Prime Minister didn't think much of it and left.
After the Prime Minister left, the guard wiped a bead of sweat.
Fortunately, no one saw him fall into the latrine, otherwise, he'd have no face to show for the rest of his life…
At the same time, he was deeply shocked.
The Prime Minister was clearly an ordinary person, so how could he send his Nascent Soul cultivator subordinate flying with a single punch?
Although there was an element of his own 'underestimation', this was still very abnormal, wasn't it?
As he walked, the guard rubbed his chest: although he hadn't suffered any substantial injuries, it really did hurt like hell…
Suddenly, the guard's expression changed!
"Gah—!"
He spat out a large mouthful of blood…
The Imperial Palace.
The Prime Minister's appearance truly shocked Liang Dekuai.
The man who was on the verge of death, whom all his efforts had failed to save, was now alive and well before him?
The Prime Minister recounted the entire incident.
"You're saying the disciples of those two divine physicians are called Ye Fan?" Liang Dekuai immediately seized on the key point.
"The divine physician mentioned it briefly before, he is indeed called that," the Prime Minister replied truthfully.
"See if this is the person," Liang Dekuai took out a communication jade, and projected a holographic image.
"Your Majesty, it is indeed this person," the old Prime Minister said with some surprise. "Do you know Ye Fan, Your Majesty?"
"We've met, I suppose," Liang Dekuai smiled. "I understand your desire to repay kindness, but you should put aside the matter of visiting the two divine physicians for now."
"Your humble servant obeys the decree," the Prime Minister quickly responded.
Although he was filled with questions, since the Emperor had forbidden it, he could only comply.
Despite their good relationship, there was still a distinction between sovereign and subject.
"It's not that I'm preventing you from repaying your kindness, it's just that Ye Fan's background is a bit complicated…" Liang Dekuai sighed.
"Your Majesty, your humble servant has another request," the Prime Minister said again. "The changes in my body are rather inexplicable. I'd like to ask a cultivator from the palace to examine what's going on."
The cultivators at home had said he was just an ordinary person with a good physique.
But the result?
He could no longer trust the words of these charlatans!
Soon, an enshrined cultivator arrived in the hall.
This was just an ordinary enshrined cultivator, not the top-tier existence that shook the cultivation world.
After listening to the Prime Minister's account, the enshrined cultivator channeled a surge of true energy into his body.
A few minutes later, the enshrined cultivator frowned.
"Old Prime Minister, there is indeed no trace of spiritual energy in your body, and your physique is as your subordinate described, better than that of an ordinary person, but still within the mortal realm."
"Then why did I send my Nascent Soul subordinate flying with a single punch?" the Prime Minister asked the crucial question.
The enshrined cultivator clicked his teeth.
You ask me, who am I supposed to ask?
Perhaps your subordinate was trying to please you and was cooperating?
"How about this," the enshrined cultivator said with a smile. "Give me a punch, and I'll test it myself."
After all, it wasn't pleasant to say what he thought, so it was better to give a perfunctory answer.
He was just a mortal, what harm could he do to himself?
He'd just deal with it casually and be done with it.
His newly acquired concubine was waiting for him to return and explore the art of human physical communication, and he was very busy!
The Prime Minister thought for a moment and nodded.
Although he had sent his Nascent Soul subordinate flying with a punch before, wasn't his subordinate fine when he returned?
At least it proved his punch couldn't harm cultivators.
Moreover, this enshrined cultivator's cultivation was even higher than his subordinate's, so there shouldn't be any trouble.
"Bang!"
The Prime Minister's fist slammed hard into the enshrined cultivator's chest.
"Whoosh—!"
"Crash—!"
A large hole appeared in the wall of the hall…
A moment later, the enshrined cultivator returned.
"Your Majesty, based on the current judgment, the Old Prime Minister's body does indeed have some issues," the enshrined cultivator said. "Although it can't cause substantial harm to cultivators, the strength clearly doesn't belong to the mortal realm."
"How about this, I'll go back and discuss it with a few colleagues." As he spoke, he turned to the Prime Minister. "If necessary, we will need the Old Prime Minister's cooperation."
"I have no problem with that," the old Prime Minister immediately assured him.
He also wanted to figure out what was happening to him.
"Then I will take my leave," the enshrined cultivator cupped his hands to the two of them and flashed away.
Reaching a deserted corner, the enshrined cultivator quickly reached out and rubbed his chest.
This was truly inexplicable.
It hurt like hell…
Although he hadn't suffered any substantial injuries, this matter was too bizarre.
He needed to study it thoroughly upon his return.
Just as he thought this, he felt a surge in his chest.
"Gah—!" He spat out a large mouthful of blood.
The enshrined cultivator's eyes went black, and he collapsed to the ground…
After arranging for the Old Prime Minister to be sent back, the Emperor sat at his desk and fell into a daze.
It wasn't just that Ye Fan himself had a complicated background, but even the people around him were not simple.
Could it be that the two old men accompanying him were his senior mentors?
But that didn't make sense.
Mei Kong had said that those two were merely a Golden Core and a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
If it wasn't them, how could the changes in the Prime Minister's body be explained?
It seemed he had to find an opportunity to meet this Ye Fan…
Ye Fan's residence.
For the past few days, the two old men had either been squatting in the courtyard playing with ants or holed up in the room doing their own thing, and hadn't bothered to go out again.
Ye Fan's mood had finally improved somewhat.
As long as they didn't go out and cause trouble, they could do whatever they pleased inside.
Ye Fan stretched, and stood up from the recliner.
It was time to go out and buy groceries.
Although Liang Meikong had assigned him guards to act as servants, Ye Fan still preferred to buy his own groceries.
He enjoyed this ordinary, simple life.
"Ye Fan," just as Ye Fan was about to leave, the Second Elder's voice suddenly called out.