Reborn Medicine King

"What's going on with the second prince? He's furious! Is this Jiang Fann he's talking about the young man wanted in the city? I wonder how he managed to anger the prince."    

"Whatever the reason, bringing out Commander Nanxing means they're not giving the opponent any chance. Commander Nanxing is the prince's mentor, known for fiercely protecting his students."    

"That injured young man looks familiar, doesn't he?"    

Hearing this, the nearby onlooker quickly pulled him aside.    

"Keep your voice down. That's the young master of the Hong Zheng Sect. He was captured by the second prince's men six months ago. Even the sect leader couldn't get him released. He must have some connection with Jiang Fann. It seems he didn't cooperate with the prince, or he wouldn't be in this state."    

At that moment, Jiang Fann stood within the barrier, observing everything. He frowned, surprised to see Xingtian Yong standing outside the city gates, not planning to advance. This left him with no opportunity to rescue Hong Yifeng. The forces he had prepared had to be dispersed, and he needed to rethink his strategy.    

As for Xingtian Yong's threats, Jiang Fann had no choice but to believe them. The prince was unrestrained here, and destroying Hong Yifeng would be nothing to him. But Jiang Fann couldn't just stand by and watch it happen.    

Jiang Fann's Devil God Spell was still active, and the spiritual strength in his Qi Sea remained vibrant. He had planned to wait for the right moment, but two minutes had already passed. Behind Xing Tianyong, a cultivator dragging Hong Yifeng began counting down, holding a short knife that gleamed ominously, ready to strike at any moment.    

Logic told Jiang Fann not to lose focus here. He was too far from Hong Yifeng to rescue him directly, unless he used Xiaomo. However, with Wang City behind Xing Tianyong, Jiang Fann had to be cautious. If a master from the Heavenly Realm suddenly appeared from the city, Xiaomo would be in danger. The city's grand formation not only protected it but also had offensive and restrictive capabilities. Jiang Fann needed to get out of its range first.    

Using the Chapter of Body Arts, Jiang Fann quietly retreated into the forest. Soon, his voice echoed from within the trees. "The second prince of the Sui Tian Dynasty resorts to such low tactics to force me out. You've brought shame to the royal family."    

Three cultivators at the peak of the Mortal Separating Stage, along with over thirty others, charged into the forest, their intentions clear. Just then, a flock of birds took flight from the trees, and a figure shot into the sky, heading into the distance.    

The figure seemed to transform into a shadow, flickering through the air, covering great distances with each appearance. Xing Tianyong's men chased after it, but it quickly pulled away.    

"Teacher, it's up to you now."    

A cultivator next to Xing Tianyong nodded at him, then took to the sky, transforming into a green streak of light as he pursued Jiang Fann's figure. The speed was astonishing, and Xiao Yu's voice echoed in Jiang Fann's mind.    

"Master, Seventh Level of the Reincarnation Realm! Hurry!"    

Jiang Fann harnessed the power of yin and yang, pushing the Chapter of Body Arts to its limits to increase his speed and avoid being caught too soon. There was still some distance to cover before reaching the valley where the formation was set.    

At the city gate, Xing Tianyong glanced back at the cultivator dragging Hong Yifeng and whispered, "Bring him along and follow me. Be wary of any tricks; there should be three of them, but only one showed up."    

The cultivator picked up Hong Yifeng and replied, "No need to worry, sir. With Commander Nanxing here, he won't even have a chance to escape. Soon, you'll just need to figure out how to deal with him."    

With that, he followed Xing Tianyong into the sky, flying in the direction the group had taken.    

Even though Hong Yifeng was gravely injured and weak, he couldn't help but feel a bit helpless when he heard Jiang Fann's voice. He really hadn't expected Jiang Fann to come all the way here to rescue him.    

"What a fool..."    

In the sky, a master named Nan Xing had already outpaced Xingtian Yong's subordinates. He was surprised to find that Jiang Fann, who was only at the ninth level of the Dao Understanding Stage, wasn't much slower than him. He had thought capturing Jiang Fann would be a piece of cake, but Jiang Fann's speed was unexpectedly impressive, making it a bit challenging to catch up immediately.    

Nan Xing locked onto Jiang Fann with his spiritual sense, gradually closing the distance between them. However, Jiang Fann didn't look back, showing no intention of engaging with him.    

The group of cultivators behind them watched the two figures grow more distant, taken aback by the scene, especially the three who had previously tracked Jiang Fann.    

"Isn't that the same aura? I remember he was only at the fifth level of the Dao Understanding Stage a year ago."    

"Looks like he hasn't been slacking off this past year. He must have been training hard out there."    

The manager of Xingtian Yong's estate turned to the three and asked, "Weren't there supposed to be three of them traveling together? Why is he the only one left now?"    

"I'm not sure. Maybe the other two backed off. After all, sticking with Jiang Fann means completely breaking ties with the two second princes, and the situation with the Zhongtian Dynasty isn't resolved yet. They might not dare to show up."    

Originally, Jiang Fann had set up a series of teleportation arrays, but now he couldn't use them. He was worried the enemy might lose track of him and then use Hong Yifeng as leverage against him again, putting him in a vulnerable position.    

Meanwhile, Fang Xiang and his companion were still in the basin, studying the formations on the ground. Jiang Fann's arrangements intrigued them greatly. Fang Xiang couldn't resist recording the patterns, planning to study them later, knowing it would benefit him during his future adventures.    

Wan Chengfeng held Jiang Fann's Spirit Attached Jade, sensing Jiang Fann's presence rapidly approaching. He then spoke to Fang Xiang. "Jiang Fann is back!"    

The two looked in Jiang Fann's direction, waiting for him to appear. However, what happened next caught them by surprise. Jiang Fann was flying ahead, with a powerful cultivator just a few yards behind him. Further back, a group of cultivators at the Mortal Separating Stage was in pursuit. Yet, with the Devil God Spell active, Jiang Fann seemed to be in high spirits, a smile playing on his lips.    

"Why did he bring back so many experts? Did he already confront Xing Tianyong?" Fang Xiang asked seriously. "Look closely at who’s about to catch up with Jiang Fann."    

Wan Chengfeng steadied himself, and upon recognizing the pursuer's face, his expression changed.    

"Nan Xing! This guy actually stepped in personally to deal with the younger generation. How shameless."    

The two clearly recognized the identity of the expert, but they weren't too intimidated. Although they weren't sure of Nan Xing's exact abilities, they knew he wasn't as formidable as Jiang Fann's ally.    

Fang Xiang whispered, "Can you handle it?"    

This wasn't directed at Wan Chengfeng, but at the black wolf within the space.    

The latter replied, "As long as he's not someone with special abilities, he shouldn't be able to do much against me."    

At this moment, Wan Chengfeng kept retreating. Just as he was about to unleash his spiritual strength, he heard Jiang Fann's voice in his mind, "Don't reveal your abilities yet. I'll draw their attention, and you go rescue Hong Yifeng. He's at the back."    

Hearing this, Wan Chengfeng immediately suppressed his aura, maintaining it at the peak of the Mortal Separating Stage.    

Jiang Fann descended directly into the basin, and the group of cultivators followed him. When they saw Fang Xiang and the others, they were delighted. They hadn't expected everyone to be here, giving them the perfect chance to capture them all at once.    

Wan Chengfeng looked at Nan Xing and shouted, "Commander Nan Xing, you're supposed to be a genius among the older generation, yet today you're dealing with a few juniors. Isn't that just asking to be laughed at?"    

Nan Xing chased Jiang Fann into the basin, glanced at Wan Chengfeng, and said, "This wasn't your business, kid. Why get involved in this mess? Leave now, and I won't trouble you. Also, give my regards to your grandfather!"    

The group of cultivators descended into the basin, spreading out with clear intent to surround the three and cut off their escape route.    

Wan Chengfeng looked at the opponent and said directly, "Nan Xing, in my eyes, you're just a small fry. Don't think you're anything special."    

Just then, from a distance, Xing Tianyong arrived with his men, flying into the basin. One of the cultivators tossed Hong Yifeng to the ground; he was already too weak to resist.    

Seeing the three surrounded, Xing Tianyong was in high spirits. "Jiang Fann, Fang Xiang, Wan Chengfeng, you came here on your own. Falling into my hands isn't something to be ashamed of..."    

Jiang Fann turned to Xing Tianyong, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You're right about that. Falling into our hands isn't something to be ashamed of either."    

Suddenly, the entire basin was enveloped by a massive barrier. The unexpected change made the cultivators' faces change, except for Nan Xing, who remained unfazed. He had noticed the formation underfoot when he arrived but didn't take the three seriously or worry about their actions.    

Nan Xing scoffed, "Ridiculous, did you set up this formation to trap yourselves?"    

Jiang Fann stepped forward, tilting his head as he looked at Nan Xing. "I lured you here and set up the formation in advance. Do you really think you're unbeatable? You noticed the formation but kept quiet, trying to set up Xing Tianyong, right? If you want to teach him a lesson, just say the word. I'll handle it!"    

Just then, a large black dog next to Fang Xiang suddenly transformed into a massive black wolf, stretching over thirty feet long, exuding a powerful aura.    

Howl—    

Though it was only at the sixth level of the Mortal Separating Stage, its presence was far more intimidating than Nan Xing's. This creature was an ancient beast, with the true blood of a Thunder Beast coursing through its veins, its lineage power vastly superior to Nan Xing's.    

Its appearance undeniably left all the cultivators present in awe. But in the next moment, the surrounding space turned a fiery red, both scorching and eerie.