PFC Chapter 254 Holy Son
Chapter 254 Holy Son
At the same time, he gently twisted his neck, which was sore from the beating. Each movement brought a sharp pain, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Suddenly, Jiang Chengkun felt a jolt of fear.
Recalling the agile movements of the robber during his robbery, he realized that the thief was no ordinary person and was very likely a top expert.
Facing such a formidable foe, finding the real culprit will likely be no easy task.
Jiang Chengkun, clutching his neck with his hand and his face full of anger, hurriedly returned to the Imperial Preceptor's Hall.
His steps were somewhat unsteady as he entered the hall. He walked straight toward the main hall and requested an audience with the Grand Preceptor's eldest disciple, the Holy Son.
On the high platform above the main hall sat a man dressed in a snow-white robe.
His hair was tied up high and combed meticulously. His face was slightly effeminate, but he exuded a cold and aloof aura that made people hesitant to approach him.
Upon hearing Jiang Chengkun's report, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he coldly asked, "You mean that shortly after leaving the Imperial Preceptor's Hall, you were suddenly attacked, knocked unconscious, and had your elixirs stolen?"
Jiang Chengkun immediately knelt down and nodded repeatedly in agreement. At the same time, he added fuel to the fire by crying, "Holy Son! This person is too arrogant and domineering. He dared to openly attack the people of our National Preceptor Hall."
This is clearly a blatant disregard for the Imperial Preceptor's Hall; it's a slap in the face for us!
If we can't capture him, others will probably think our Imperial Preceptor's Hall is easy to bully and can be bullied at will!
However, just as Jiang Chengkun was speaking eloquently, the Holy Son suddenly changed the subject, asking in a still icy tone, "I've heard you've been going out quite frequently these past two days. What's the purpose?"
These words struck Jiang Chengkun like a thunderbolt, leaving him stunned as he continued to complain.
Immediately afterwards, he began to kowtow frantically, his forehead hitting the ground with a "bang" sound.
At the same time, he explained in a panic, "Your Majesty, it is indeed because my two nephews were attacked by someone these past two days, and their legs were broken. That's why I was so anxious and sent medicine to them many times, hoping to heal their injuries!"
"Oh! Has the person been caught?" The Holy Son asked in a flat tone, revealing no particular attitude towards the matter.
Jiang Chengkun shook his head helplessly and answered truthfully, "Not yet."
He dared not conceal anything, for the person before him was the Holy Son, and the slightest carelessness could bring about a great disaster.
Upon hearing this, the Holy Son's expression darkened slightly, but he maintained his original posture and said coldly, "Alright, step down. I will send someone to investigate this matter."
Whether it's directed at you or the Imperial Preceptor's Hall, this person must never be allowed to live again. His words were as cold and ruthless as frost in the dead of winter.
Jiang Chengkun bowed deeply as if granted a pardon, then slowly withdrew from the main hall.
After he left, the Holy Son, who had been sitting on the high seat, suddenly stood up and walked with light yet steady steps toward the stairs behind him.
The Holy Son climbed the stairs all the way up until he reached the highest point and then stopped.
He stood still, raised his hand, and knocked on the closed door with his knuckles.
The room was silent for a while before a slightly aged voice came from inside: "Come in." After receiving permission, the Holy Son carefully pushed open the door and went inside.
The room was dimly lit, and in the center sat an old man on a futon.
The old man had his eyes closed, his legs crossed, and he exuded an invisible pressure.
The Holy Son strode forward, approached the old man, bowed respectfully, and asked softly, "Master, your disciple reports that someone may be targeting our Imperial Preceptor Hall. What is your opinion on this matter?"
At this moment, the Holy Son's voice was completely different from when he had spoken to Jiang Chengkun before.
The previous arrogance and indifference had vanished, replaced by full respect and flattery.
The old man didn't open his eyes, but simply replied calmly, "Why ask me about such a trivial matter? Just kill the person once you catch them, why bother with all this trouble?" His words exuded an unquestionable authority.
"I think the same as Master. Master, have you been helping His Majesty refine pills these past few days?" The Holy Son knelt respectfully before the Grand Preceptor and asked softly.
The Imperial Advisor nodded slightly and replied, "Yes, I have been busy with this matter these past few days."
It's a pity that the medicinal properties of these herbs are far from satisfactory.
"By the way, has there been any news of the team you sent out to search for rare herbs?" As he spoke, the Imperial Advisor frowned, his face full of worry.
The Holy Son quickly replied, "Reporting to Master, news just arrived yesterday that they should be able to return the day after tomorrow."
Furthermore, the letter mentioned that they had found a medicinal herb that resembled the Blood Bodhi, and its appearance was exactly the same as described in the ancient books they had consulted. Now they were just waiting for Master to confirm it personally.
The Holy Son knew how much his master loved these rare treasures, so he specially told him this good news.
Upon hearing this, the Imperial Preceptor's previously dim eyes instantly brightened, and even his voice unconsciously carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement: "Is this true? If so, then I can live a few more years!"
"At that time, you will certainly not be treated unfairly." You should know that the Grand Preceptor is already very old and his lifespan is about to end. At most, he can only prolong his life for another five or six years.
However, if this blood bodhi is indeed genuine, regardless of its age, it would be enough to extend the life of the imperial preceptor by several years.
Even just a decade or twenty years is better than nothing!
Of course, it would be even better if one could obtain a blood bodhi tree that is hundreds of years old or even older.
However, such treasures are extremely rare, and the Imperial Preceptor was well aware of this; he probably wouldn't even dare to dream of such a good thing.
Even though it was only a blood bodhi seed that had been around for a little over ten years, it was nothing short of a lifeline for the national teacher at this moment, giving him hope that he could continue to live.
The current national advisor is already 120 years old. The passage of time has not diminished his persistent desire to live. On the contrary, it has made this obsession more and more mad, almost to the point of going mad.
“Master’s kindness to me is heavier than a mountain. Everything I have done is my duty. However, Master, I have something I want to ask you.” The Holy Son could no longer suppress his worries and mustered up his courage to ask.
"Oh? What is it? Please speak freely." The Grand Preceptor was in a particularly good mood after hearing the news about the Blood Bodhi, so he was quite patient with the Holy Son's question.