Zhuge Liang's Journey to Dominate the World: Starting from Another World

"I hope that you two will keep my identity strictly confidential, after all, my clan dislikes the outside world knowing the whereabouts of our clansmen!" Kongming said leisurely, waving his feather fan.

"Please rest assured, Holy Envoy!" The cultivator and the Emperor immediately expressed their agreement. After all, the ancient aristocratic families had always been mysterious and unpredictable, so this was understandable.

"Hmm! Who is the Holy Envoy?" Kongming glared at the two of them.

"Oh, fellow Daoist, please rest assured, we will keep our mouths shut!" the cultivator hurriedly corrected himself.

"From now on, you can just call me Ma Yi. I was passing through this place and saw your imperial edicts hanging high on the city walls. I was immediately filled with a competitive spirit, so I came to see what kind of stubborn problem has left you helpless!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yuan Tie Muzhen was overjoyed. "With Immortal Master Ma's help, the illness will surely be cured!"

Upon hearing this, Kongming nodded and then walked towards the Crown Prince lying on his sickbed. After examining him closely, he saw that the Crown Prince's body was cold, like a corpse, yet he was still clinging to life.

Rumor has it that five years ago, the Crown Prince of the Great Yuan Dynasty suddenly fell ill during a royal hunt and has been in a coma ever since.

No matter what medicine the imperial physicians used, they could not wake him up. Later, Tie Muzhen asked the three major sects for help, and they sent people to check, but they could not find any clues either.

After that, his body grew colder day by day, as if he had died, but strangely, his heart continued to beat weakly, as if a breath was supporting him.

Kongming channeled his magical power, probing around to verify his thoughts. When he first obtained the Seven Stars Divine Transformation Technique, his mind was flooded with a vast amount of strange and all-encompassing information…

A moment later, he discovered that the boy had been poisoned by a rare toxin called 'Netherworld Cold Silkworm', and it was not a natural illness.

This poison is extremely difficult to detect. Once it invades the body's meridians, it silently erodes life, causing the person to fall into a coma without a sound, and the body gradually becomes as cold as ice.

Moreover, there was no trace of it. If Kongming hadn't obtained countless pieces of information from the Jade Void Seal, he certainly wouldn't have been able to find out the problem.

However, this strange poison does not kill directly; instead, it leaves a breath that prevents the person from truly dying, and he is even fully aware of everything happening in the outside world.

Those poisoned endure the icy cold for years, resulting in a bizarre "living dead" state.

The person who poisoned him was incredibly vicious. Kongming already had a plan in mind, and it was somewhat in line with his guess. However, he did not intend to reveal the truth.

Tie Muzhen watched Kongming perform the spell with nervousness, "Master Ma, have you found the cause of the Crown Prince's illness?"

Kongming withdrew his magic power, slowly turned around, and looked at Tie Muzhen with a deep gaze, saying, "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince's illness is caused by a congenital cold meridian, and the treatment method is extremely complicated!"

Upon hearing this, Tie Muzhen felt somewhat disappointed, but even more so, he was filled with anticipation, since Kongming had been able to explain the cause of the illness.

He quickly cupped his hands and said, "Master Ma, as long as you can save my son, whatever you need, I will do my best to satisfy it."

Damn it, your own son is your son, but someone else's son is just a dog?

Kongming inwardly grumbled, but still said, "Fortunately, this immortal master happened to be passing through your Great Yuan Kingdom. Otherwise, if it had been delayed for another year or two, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would probably be helpless!"

"Please, Master Ma, show mercy." Emperor Yuan rose and bowed again.

He had poured a great deal of effort into this son, who was also the future hope of the Great Yuan Kingdom. All the other princes combined might not be as capable as him. Now that he saw a glimmer of hope for saving him, he naturally did not want to let him go.

Kongming waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to be so polite, and then said, "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince's cold meridian is caused by congenital factors. It can only be slowly resolved by using blood essence as a guide, along with the thousand-year-old fire spirit mushroom, the Nine Yang Divine Grass, and our clan's secret method."

Upon hearing this, Tie Muzhen frowned slightly. Bloodline essence naturally referred to his own or other princes' blood essence. However, the Thousand-Year Fire Spirit Mushroom and the Nine Yang Divine Grass were extremely rare items, and no one in the entire Great Yuan Kingdom had ever heard of them.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Master Ma, the matter of essence blood is easy to handle, but I have never heard of the Thousand-Year Fire Spirit Mushroom and the Nine Yang Divine Grass. What should we do?"

"Hahaha! As for the Spirit Medicine Emperor, there's no need to worry, I happen to have it, as long as you can afford the price! The matter of essence blood is probably not so simple!" Kongming said seriously, waving his feather fan.

"Does Master Ma have some unspeakable secret?" Tie Muzhen looked at Kongming with suspicion.

"This is a life-for-a-life method! It all depends on His Majesty the Emperor..."

"What?" Tie Muzhen was shocked upon hearing this, then gritted his teeth and said, "As long as the Crown Prince's life can be saved, the deaths of the other princes are not a pity!"

Upon hearing this, Kongming's lips twitched, and he thought to himself that this Emperor Yuan was indeed a ruthless character; the son would die, but the father would not.

"In that case, please invite all the princes over, Your Majesty!" Kongming said casually, waving his feather fan.

Before long, all the princes were summoned to the Crown Prince's palace. When they saw the solemn expressions on everyone's faces, they all sensed that something bad was about to happen.

Kongming's gaze swept over the princes, noticing their varied expressions. Some looked flustered, while others remained silent, as if the matter had nothing to do with them.

Then Kongming used his magic, and starlight surrounded him, his aura gradually becoming deeper and more mysterious.

After a long while, Kongming stopped and shook his head. "Your Majesty, none of your princes have this bloodline!"

"What? You bunch of useless things!" Emperor Yuan roared at the group of princes.

The princes, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, dared not look the emperor in the eye.

Then, Tie Muzhen looked at Kongming and asked with a solemn expression, "What should we do? Isn't there any other way?"

After a moment of contemplation, Kongming slowly said, "Your Majesty, this bloodline characteristic is not exclusive to close relatives, but the chances are much higher among them. Since it is not found among the royal family, I will consider searching outside of the royal family. Although this bloodline characteristic is rare, it is not unique; it just requires some time and patience."

Upon hearing this, Tie Muzhen's spirits lifted, and he said, "As long as my son can be saved, I am willing to wait no matter how long it takes. Please, Master Ma, give me some guidance."

Kongming nodded, then made a hand seal, and starlight reappeared on his body. He then waved his feather fan, and the starlight dissipated.

After a moment, Kongming pointed in one of the directions and said, "Your Majesty, is there a group of strong and robust people gathered there?"

Tie Muzhen looked in the direction Kongming pointed and said, "That's Zhaoyuan Manor. Just as the Immortal Master said, there is a group of strong and healthy young men inside."

"Oh? Just now I used my mystical arts and observed the surging blood and qi in that direction, as if this bloodline is hidden within!" Kongming waved his feather fan, looking just like a charlatan at this moment.

"really!"

Upon hearing this, Tie Muzhen felt a renewed spark of hope in his heart...