"Does the 'Phoenix Nirvana Sutra' that you presented to the Emperor truly have the power to grant immortality?" Ma An looked at him earnestly.
Zuan sneered: "What, even you covet immortality?"
"You don't need to worry about that, just answer yes or no!" Ma An said impatiently.
Zu An said in a deep voice, "Of course I can live forever, otherwise why would the emperor have bestowed a title upon me?"
"It's true? That's troublesome," Ma An muttered to himself.
"What does it matter to you whether the Emperor can live forever? Do you want to take his place?" Zu An was puzzled. With Ma An's cultivation level, he was not qualified to get involved. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "So you have someone behind you."
"You brat, it's my turn to ask you, not the other way around!" Ma An snorted. "Did anything happen between you and the Crown Princess?"
Zu An looked at him and asked, "Who exactly is behind you? The King of Qi?"
Ma An was furious: "What right do you have to ask me questions now?"
Anger from Ma An: +66 +66 +66...
Still furious, he kicked him in the waist, but halfway through the kick, he suddenly gasped in shock: "Why don't you have any frost on you...?"
He hurriedly retreated, but it was too late. Zuan, who had been on the verge of death on the ground, suddenly moved and grabbed his ankle.
Ma An instinctively kicked with his other foot, trying to break free from the other's restraint, while simultaneously attempting to pull out poison from his pocket and throw it over. Unfortunately, a huge suction force suddenly came from his ankle, and he felt all the vital energy in his body rushing towards his ankle like an avalanche.
He was horrified: "What... evil technique is this...?"
Towards the end, he became weak and exhausted; the feeling of being completely drained in a short period of time can make one extremely weak.
Zu An used the Gluttonous Devouring Heaven Technique to completely absorb all of his cultivation before letting go. The feeling of absorbing other people's power to enrich himself was so exhilarating that he was afraid he might lose control and become a public enemy of the cultivation world.
"Impossible...impossible...even Grandmasters can't withstand the Ice Heart Snow Soul, how come you...are alright?" Ma An lay by the wall, his once lustrous hair now withered and dry, his face noticeably thinner, and his lips slightly pale. He was now in a state of extreme existential doubt.
Zu'an naturally had no time to pay attention to him: "Lord Ma didn't expect the tables to turn so quickly, did he? Now it's my turn to ask you, not the other way around. Tell me, who exactly is your master?"
Ma An smiled bitterly: "If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. Actually, I've long expected to be defeated by a top-tier envoy, but I never thought it would be a newbie like you. But if you want to get information out of me, I advise you not to dream."
"Is that so? How many tough guys have been in the Embroidered Robe Envoy's prison? I've never seen one who wouldn't speak up," Zu An sneered.
Ma An said calmly, "When I decided to take action against the Golden Envoy, I knew that this day would come sooner or later, so I placed a restriction in my body long ago. Once the torture reaches a certain critical point, I will sever my own heart meridian to completely free myself. Don't doubt that I, the dignified head of the Imperial Medical Academy, can do this."
Zuan frowned. This guy's confident demeanor meant he was probably telling the truth.
But he wasn't worried: "Do you think I can't do anything without torturing you?"
As they were speaking, a flash of white light appeared in the room, and a woman with breathtaking beauty appeared out of thin air.
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