Chapter 008: Not a Single Injury

As he spoke these words, Prince Fischer’s eyes were filled with a smile. Yet Abraham, who had served Prince Fischer for many years, knew well the prince’s true nature. The more casually he spoke, the more enraged he must be inwardly.

Moreover, Abraham understood that if Du Fan recovered or continued to live, it would certainly not be good for the Gavin Empire. After all, when Prince Fischer publicly conferred titles on that day, it was not out of sincerity but out of necessity to soothe people’s hearts under those circumstances. In reality, with the royal power weakened over the years, how could the royal family grant titles casually?

That was why, these past days, Prince Fischer had kept Du Fan in the imperial city under the pretext of healing him… In this way, after a period of “treatment” to give the illusion, he could then take Du Fan’s life without anyone having the right to complain…

But if the Green family took Du Fan away, given their strength, they might indeed find a way to cure him—even if he couldn’t regain his strength, as long as Du Fan was alive, he would remain a huge threat to the royal family!

Thus, Abraham fully understood what Prince Fischer meant now. No matter what had happened in the side hall last night, as long as Du Fan was confirmed dead, that would suffice…

For some reason, Abraham suddenly felt extremely uneasy. Still, he casually pointed at a few of his trusted court magicians and said, “You guys go in and investigate thoroughly. If Duke Du Fan is still alive… remember, take good care of him!”

Those court magicians were smart people and naturally understood the implication in Abraham’s words. After responding, they rushed into the side hall immediately.

Having witnessed the strange events of last night, they were extremely cautious from the moment they entered the side hall, fully prepared for anything—after all, given the circumstances last night, it wasn’t impossible that the side hall could suddenly turn into an abyssal hell.

But after walking for a few minutes, they found not only no danger but not even the slightest trace of something strange—there wasn’t even the slightest hint of murderous intent…

A court mage with strong mental power sent out his mental senses and was surprised to find that aside from Du Fan’s faint presence, there was no other aura in the entire hall. The court mages felt somewhat reassured and quickly headed toward Du Fan’s location. Upon arriving at his room, they saw the door tightly closed, with no signs of anything unusual. One of the bolder court mages pushed the door open and couldn’t help but exclaim in shock. On the floor lay two unconscious court mages, their breaths barely perceptible, seemingly having suffered some severe mental shock. It seemed they had been unconscious for a long time. The court mages who entered were filled with anger and shock; they immediately summoned protective spells before rushing into the room. Inside, they saw Du Fan lying naked on the bed, unharmed and breathing softly as if asleep. On the ceiling was a circular hole, exactly the size of the light column that appeared last night… It seemed as if that light column had fallen on Du Fan… The court mages were well aware of Du Fan’s original injuries, which even the saints of the Holy Church couldn’t cure, yet now he had fully recovered… Could this truly be a miracle? Their faces turned pale. If this was indeed a miracle, then killing Du Fan now, as Prince Fischer suggested, would be an act of blasphemy. A few court mages showed hesitation and said, “Perhaps… we should inform Master Abraham first before making any decisions… After all, the current situation is really…” The court mage who seemed to be their leader shook his head and said, “No… Both the prince and the master said we must take good care of Du Fan… If we leave him like this now… we might not see tomorrow’s sun!” The remaining court mages nodded repeatedly, asking, “Then what should we do?” The leader-like court mage gritted his teeth, sneered, and said, “Even if last night’s incident was a miracle, and even if his body has recovered, he’s still just a human in a coma… As long as we kill him, can he come back to life? Kill him and claim it was an assassin who did it last night! That will do!”

The other court magicians showed signs of hesitation, but the one in charge sneered, “If you dare not act, just watch me!” With that, he grabbed something from his hand, and ice crystals spread across a ring in his hand, forming the shape of a sword. A murderous intent appeared on his face as he murmured, “Lord Du Fan, don’t blame me… Blame yourself for being so outstanding… Even the prince feels threatened by you!” Then he stepped up to Du Fan and raised the ice sword high.

In the corner of the room, Chenchen and Ringtone, who had completely hidden themselves, were stunned. Ringtone wanted to rush forward, but Chenchen pulled her back and whispered, “Don’t be impulsive!”

Ringtone replied anxiously, “If we’re not impulsive, are we supposed to just watch Du Fan die?”

Chenchen seemed to laugh softly and said, “Just watch… Concern leads to chaos. Someone who has successfully reshaped their origin isn’t that easy to kill…”

Sure enough, the court magician, with a murderous look on his face, raised the ice sword high and thrust it fiercely at Du Fan’s chest…

Ringtone let out a low “Ah—” before covering her mouth, while Chenchen rolled her eyes, inwardly sneering.

Suddenly, the court magician screamed in pain. The ice sword in his hand turned to dust instantly, and he flew backward, crashing heavily into the door and leaving a hole in it. He fell heavily into the courtyard outside, spewing blood. The fleshy part of his hand where he had held the sword was bleeding profusely, and he struggled on the ground but couldn’t get up.

Yet Du Fan seemed unharmed, as if he had only been bitten by a mosquito. He simply touched his chest, turned over, and continued sleeping… As if that powerful sword strike was nothing more than a mosquito bite to him. Looking at his chest, not even a red mark was visible.

Ringtone calmed down and shook her head. “What on earth is going on?”

“Don’t you know?” Chenchen laughed. “Weren’t we using tons of magical items and dragon blood last night? You should know that dragon blood is the true blood of dragon gods… And all that blood has now merged into this little brat’s skin. So… even if he doesn’t want to, the durability of his body right now is probably beyond what ordinary people can match. Even true dragons might not be as tough as him… Unless a holy-level powerhouse intervenes, it’s simply laughable for ordinary people to even scratch him! That magician’s move was powerful, but to hurt him? It would take him another ten or eight years of training just to scratch his skin… And not to mention others—even if you tried to hurt him, you’d exhaust all your strength and still fail!”
Ringtone was surprised. “How is that possible? We just reshaped the origin of his body… How could he…”
Chenchen snorted. “You should know the magic I used on him isn’t your useless witchcraft—it’s true origin reshaping! How could its effects be the same as your witchcraft?”
Besides, true origin reshaping is said to be a technique only gods can master!
Chenchen added that thought to her mind before patting Ringtone’s face. “Alright, stop talking. Otherwise, they might discover our presence… We just need to watch for now… This is going to be an exciting show! I’m really looking forward to seeing Prince Fisher’s expression when he sees this!”
As she spoke, Chenchen couldn’t help but giggle.
Ringtone also smiled, then said nothing more and just watched quietly.
The court magicians were equally astonished. They had prepared for Du Fan to explode in power, but their legs were already trembling. After all, though that guy had been careless earlier, his strength was already at level nine—strongest among the court magicians present…
He used that move yet couldn’t even hurt Du Fan slightly. Could it be that Du Fan was truly blessed by the gods?