Rebirth of the Strongest Seventh Prince

As he got closer and closer to Tianranju, Chu Lingfeng's blood began to boil, his heart surged, and he smiled triumphantly in his heart, smiled triumphantly, Nuwa Goddess Guanyin Bodhisattva, you can testify that it was she who invited me, to have a secret kiss in the middle of the night, wow, haha, female donor, here I come~

Will tonight be a wonderful night? It seemed that God had played a bad joke on him. Chu Lingfeng, who was full of excitement, returned to Tianranju, but was met with a bolt from the blue.

in the hall.

"Your Highness, Sister Zi Yan was assassinated and her life or death is unknown. The invited priest is trying to rescue her~" Xiao Yueliang cried so much that her eyes were swollen like peaches.

The guards all gathered in the hall at this time, each of them looked nervous. Housekeeper Shangguan was one of His Highness's favorite women, but they and others failed to protect her, causing her to be on the verge of life and death. It would be terrible if His Highness got angry.

The housekeeper was injured, and her life or death is unknown! Chu Lingfeng felt that God was playing a big joke on him, and then he was furious like a volcanic eruption. The power of the ninth level could not be suppressed and roared out like a violent storm. The terrifying pressure was like a thousand-pound boulder pressing on everyone's heads. The nearest little moon was immediately squeezed away. If Chu Lingfeng had not had some rationality, this horror would have taken her life. The guards were much more miserable. Chu Lingfeng hated them for not guarding well. The terrifying pressure fell on them. Those with lower strength immediately vomited blood and fainted. Even the strong one Dahan was as pale as paper and sweating profusely.

"I'll deal with you later!" Chu Lingfeng was anxious as the housekeeper's life or death was unknown. For the time being, he had no intention of punishing these guys who failed to protect Shangguan Ziyan. He left a harsh remark and rushed to Shangguan Ziyan's room.

The guards looked at each other, all with fear on their faces. No one could have imagined that the prince who was laughed at by everyone in private would have such strength.

In Shangguan Ziyan's room.

At this time, Shangguan Ziyan was in a coma, lying on the bed with her back to Chu Lingfeng. The purple-black wound on her snow-white back and the bloodstains around the wound looked shocking. The priest who was invited was an old priest. At this time, the old priest was holding a bloody iron arrow in his hand, which was probably just pulled out from the wound on Shangguan Ziyan's back. The red-clothed man stood aside, helping the old priest, constantly wiping the bloodstains on Shangguan Ziyan's back.

"Your Highness, you are finally back. Sister Zi Yan~" Hongyi burst into tears.

Chu Lingfeng nodded, looked at the old pastor, and asked nervously: "Old sir, how is Zi Yan?"

The old pastor said tiredly, "It's not good. This iron arrow almost killed this girl. In addition, the iron arrow is poisonous. I don't have much confidence!"

"What a cruel method!" Chu Lingfeng's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he bowed to the old pastor and said, "Sir, thank you for your trouble. No matter how much it costs, this prince is willing to pay. Please save her! Please!"

The old pastor bowed and said, "Your Highness is too polite. I will do my best!"

"Oh, holy and great God of Light, your light illuminates the earth, your mercy benefits all living things, and your most humble believer prays to you. Please grant me your most sacred power to heal the creatures before me! Blessing of Light!" The old priest finished the spell with a solemn expression and tremblingly. A sacred white light with a soft breath descended from the sky and shone on the wound on Shangguan Zi Yan's back.

Time passed little by little, and the old pastor's face was covered with sweat. The blessing of light had been shining on the wound for a long time, but the wound still showed no signs of improvement.

"Holy and great God of Light, your light illuminates the earth, your mercy benefits all living things, your most humble believer prays to you, please grant me your most sacred power to heal the creature before me! Blessing of Light!" The old priest couldn't believe that the power bestowed by the God of Light he believed in could not heal this wound. The old man was very stubborn and continued to release the magic of light.

Of course, the old priest's blessing of light was not without effect. At least the wound had stopped bleeding, but that was all.

After all, the old priest was old, and the two blessings of light made him exhausted, so he sat on the chair and gasped. Chu Lingfeng saw Shangguan Ziyan's face getting purpler and purpler, and he became more and more anxious. From the treatment of the old priest just now, he saw a clue that the poison on Shangguan Ziyan's wound did not seem to be afraid of light magic.

Time waits for no one, and if this goes on, the housekeeper's life will be in danger. Chu Lingfeng hurriedly asked: "Old sir, do you know which poisons are not afraid of light healing?" Since his rebirth, although Chu Lingfeng has read a lot of books, they are all about the history, geography and some strange stories of the continent, and he has almost no knowledge of poisons.

The old priest took a breath and said, "As far as I know, there are three kinds of poisons in the world that are not afraid of ordinary light healing magic. One is the famous poisonous dragon grass, which is a poison that even dragons are afraid of. The second is called the death grass, which is no less toxic than the poisonous dragon grass. The third is the death troll, which is even more terrifying than the poisonous dragon grass. Ordinary people may die just by smelling its fragrance, let alone eating it. Apart from the light healing magic above the eleventh level, these three poisons can probably only be cured by the life spring of the elves."

"Then old man, could it be that Zi Yan was poisoned by one of these poisons?" Chu Lingfeng asked worriedly.

The old priest's face changed, and he picked up the iron arrow he had pulled out, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness has reminded me. As far as I know, the poison of the poisonous dragon grass has a bloody smell, and the death dart has a strong fragrance. This iron arrow is colorless and odorless. My blessing of light has no effect, so it is very likely that the girl Zi Yan has been poisoned by the death grass!"

The old man took out a medical book from his ring and flipped through it quickly. His face became increasingly pale, and he finally said dejectedly, "Your Highness, it really is the Death Grass!"

Death Grass! Chu Lingfeng grabbed the old pastor's shoulder and said urgently: "Old sir, tell me, is there an eleventh-level pastor in the imperial city? Where is he? Take me to find him!" Looking at Shangguan Ziyan's increasingly green face, it was obvious that the poison had begun to spread. If Shangguan Ziyan had not been strong enough, she would have died a long time ago. Even so, with the toxicity of the Death Grass, Shangguan Ziyan would not be able to hold on for long. Chu Lingfeng became more and more anxious.

The old pastor smiled bitterly and said, "Your Highness, the eleventh-level priests are all archbishop-level figures. They usually stay in the main temple of light, and the main temple is more than tens of thousands of miles away from the State of Chu. There is no way, no way!" The old pastor shook his head, his face full of shame.

Chu Lingfeng's face suddenly darkened, and Hongyi burst into tears.

"Your Highness, please accept my condolences!" The old pastor left the room with the crying red dress, leaving some space for Chu Lingfeng.