You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 12 Testing

Once Lord Ye of the Jingxian Division had completely disappeared outside the door, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed.

Pang Long, who had been standing like an iron tower to one side, took a step forward. Although he did not deliberately release his pressure, his bloodthirsty aura from years of battle still made the surrounding air seem to freeze a bit.

With a flick of his wrist, an ancient and heavy bronze jar appeared in his hand. The mouth of the jar was sealed with a talisman, but a series of rumbling sounds like muffled thunder could still be heard coming from inside, and the roar of a savage beast could be faintly heard through the jar's walls.

"Seventh Young Master, His Highness was overjoyed to hear that you have broken through your shackles and are able to cultivate!"

Pang Long's voice was booming, and he grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"His Highness specially ordered me to bring back this jar of the heart's essence blood of the ancient savage elephant to baptize the Seventh Young Master's body and strengthen his foundation."

"Ancient savage elephant?"

Wang Dao's eyelids twitched.

That is a terrifying alien species that can fight against great demons as soon as it comes of age. Its heart blood contains an incomparably violent life essence, which can be regarded as a supreme medicine for martial artists.

But he dared not relax for a moment.

Looking at Pang Long, who was scratching the back of his head and had a simple and rugged appearance, Wang Dao sneered inwardly.

"In the Zhenbei Army, which is known for its ruthless and bloodthirsty nature, if a general who can command a region were truly as straightforward and honest as he appears, his bones would probably have rotted away on the frontier long ago."

"The prince truly loves his son dearly."

Zheng Wanqing, who was in the main seat, spoke at the right time. She had a gentle and proper smile on her face, but her beautiful eyes revealed a hint of scrutiny.

"General Pang, rest assured, I will take good care of Dao'er in the manor and will not let those petty villains harm him."

These words sound polite, but they actually have a hidden barb.

Wang Dao heard it clearly. The princess was warning Pang Long and also making a statement to certain people: this child is now under my protection, so don't even think about having any bad ideas.

"Hehe, Your Highness is right. I am a rough man, and I don't understand the intricacies of the manor."

Pang Long chuckled, his fleshy face twitching, but then suddenly changed the subject.

"However, besides delivering medicine, I also received a military order from the Prince on my return this time—that is, to personally weigh the Seventh Young Master on his behalf."

The air in the hall instantly dropped to freezing point.

Pang Long stared intently at Wang Dao and continued, "Originally, Your Highness intended to test me personally, but due to the urgency of the war in the Northern Border, I can only do it in your stead."

"Nonsense!"

Zheng Wanqing frowned slightly, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"General Pang, you are a powerful expert who has already forged a golden body, while Dao'er has only just stepped into the Golden Membrane Realm. The difference between them is beyond measure. Are you going to test him? What if you damage his fundamental abilities? Who can bear the responsibility?"

A Golden Body Realm cultivator facing off against a Golden Membrane Realm cultivator is like a dragon playing with ants; a single breath could kill them all.

Seeing Zheng Wanqing's anger, Pang Long didn't dare to act too rashly and quickly cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Your Highness, please calm down. How could this humble general dare to actually lay a hand on you?"

"However, the essence blood of this ancient savage elephant is extremely domineering. If the Seventh Young Master has any hidden illnesses or hidden dangers in his body, he may explode and die if he uses it rashly."

"This humble general merely wishes to check if there are any defects in the Seventh Young Master's physical body, and to smooth out his meridians, all for the Seventh Young Master's safety."

This reason is so plausible that it's impossible to find fault with it.

Just as Zheng Wanqing was about to speak again, Wang Dao, who had been silent all along, suddenly stepped forward, his face bearing his signature bright smile, and looked at Zheng Wanqing, saying:

"Your Highness, since Father is so considerate, sending General Pang to examine my health, how could I possibly refuse such a kind offer?"

After saying that, he turned to look at Pang Long, his eyes clear and without fear: "General Pang, then I'll have to trouble you."

Since such a good thing has been delivered to his door, there's no reason to turn it away. Even if there might be a bomb hidden in the package, Wang Dao is determined to dismantle it.

Zheng Wanqing gave Wang Dao a deep look, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

This kid is bolder than I imagined.

"In that case..." Zheng Wanqing slowly sat back in the main seat, picked up her teacup and took a sip, her tone languid, "Then let's begin. But General Pang, since you're going to inspect, then inspect thoroughly."

"If Dao'er has any shortcomings, I'm sure with your abilities, General, you can certainly lend a hand, right?"

Pang Long's weathered, dark face twitched a few times.

The princess's words were practically a knife to his throat—an investigation was fine, but if she couldn't find anything wrong or leave behind any supplements, then it would be considered that he, as a general, was incompetent, or even had ulterior motives.

"Your Highness, rest assured..." Pang Long felt a headache coming on, but he dared not disobey the mistress of the mansion who held great authority. He could only bite the bullet and say, "This humble general once obtained a precious pill by chance. If the Seventh Young Master's foundation is truly insufficient, this pill should be enough to make up for the defects in his physical body."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dao's smile instantly deepened to an almost unbearable level, like honey. He even leaned forward, eagerly urging, "..."

"Then what are we waiting for? General Pang, come and examine me quickly! I feel like I'm riddled with hidden dangers, and I desperately need your gentle touch to soothe me!"

Seeing Wang Dao's eagerness to strip him naked and offer himself up, Pang Long's face darkened even more.

"Then, Seventh Young Master... please bear with it."

Pang Long stretched out his large, fan-like hand and patted Wang Dao heavily on the shoulder.

"Buzz!"

A powerful yet deliberately controlled and extremely gentle spiritual energy surged into Wang Dao's body through his palm, flowing rapidly through his limbs, bones, and internal organs like a swimming dragon.

In just a moment, Pang Long's pupils contracted sharply.

In his perception, Wang Dao's physical body was like a piece of refined iron that had been forged a thousand times. His skin was as tough as gold and stone, his bones as dense as silver, and his blood and qi were as surging as a great river, pure and without any impurities.

"How is this possible?!"

Pang Long was filled with shock and disbelief.

He knew Wang Dao's dilapidated body, which was like a funnel, all too well. Let alone cultivation, it would have been a miracle if he had even lived past twenty.

But now, this physical body not only has no deficiency, but its foundation is so solid that it is enviable. The power flowing in its body has an extremely fierce charm, which is obviously the result of cultivating the "Thousand Hammers and Hundred Refinements Method" to the extreme.

This perfect foundation is something that even the geniuses in the royal palace who grew up soaking in medicinal baths might not be able to match.

"call……"

Pang Long withdrew his hand, looking at Wang Dao with a complex expression, and sincerely sighed:

"Seventh Young Master's foundation... is incredibly solid, his qi and blood are pure, it's truly enviable. There's not a trace of his former weak constitution left; he's practically a perfect gem!"

Despite hearing such high praise, Wang Dao did not show any satisfaction.

He grinned, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth, and rubbed his hands together shyly.

"General Pang, you flatter me. But I know my own body well. I always feel that this physical body is not perfect enough. I often feel a bit weak. I think there must be some deeper shortcomings that you have not noticed."

"I hope the general can lend me a hand."

After saying that, he winked at Pang Long, his gaze drifting unintentionally towards Pang Long's storage bag.