Chapter 818: The Holy Dragon's Weeping Blood Spear
The Demon Realm, the Dragon Palace.
Ye Fei woke up after sleeping for a day, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was four attendants standing by her bedside.
"Your Highness Fei, you're finally awake!" Qingzhu exclaimed with joy.
Ye Fei clenched her fist slightly; her senses had returned.
After being helped to sit up, Ye Fei took a cup of tea from A Zi's hand. Just as she was about to drink it, she happened to see her own face reflected on the surface of the tea.
Black hair, black eyes, and the dragon pattern between his eyebrows were gone.
Her appearance reverted to what it was before she inherited the power of the Holy Dragon...
Seeing Ye Fei staring blankly at the tea, Qingzhu guessed what she was thinking and immediately asked, "Your Highness Fei, did you use the power of the Holy Dragon before you fainted?"
"Huh?" Ye Fei looked up at him in surprise when she heard him say that. "What do you mean?"
She suddenly fainted. Wasn't it because she was too weak?
Is it related to the power of the Holy Dragon?
Qingzhu pondered for three seconds, then said, "Your Highness Fei, the Holy Dragon power you inherited contains tens of thousands of years of cultivation from His Majesty the Holy Emperor..."
"Therefore, when you use the power of the Holy Dragon, this cultivation of tens of thousands of years will surge wildly within your body."
Upon hearing this, Ye Fei immediately understood: she was currently only a Level 3 Spirit Master, which was insufficient to fully accept Chi Ye's cultivation of tens of thousands of years.
It's like a container that can hold one cup of water. If you force in the amount of water equivalent to two cups, the result will be overflowing, or even...
Ye Fei thought of the sudden loss of her five senses before she fainted, and realized that this must be the consequence of not being able to bear it.
“Your Highness, when you are not using the power of the Holy Dragon, your hair and eye color will turn back to black, and the dragon mark between your eyebrows will temporarily disappear,” Qingzhu continued to explain.
Ye Fei nodded and said calmly, "Yes, I still need to improve my cultivation. Before I reach a certain level of strength, I will not use the power of the Holy Dragon again."
The four attendants said nothing more, and the worry in each other's eyes disappeared at that moment.
After waking up this time, Ye Fei felt that she had regained a lot of strength.
She continued to apply acupuncture to her legs, and then practiced throwing hidden weapons with her left hand. She learned things quickly, and in just five days, she had mastered seventy percent of the Seven-Step Deadly Needle technique.
"Whoosh!"
A silver needle pierced the air with unstoppable force, heading straight into the tree trunk!
Ye Fei raised her left hand, and the silver needles on the tree were drawn out by an invisible force, swirling around before landing steadily back in her palm.
"It seems that things are progressing very well on Princess Fei's side."
Bai Shuang's voice came from behind. Ye Fei turned around and saw Bai Shuang walking up to Ye Fei and bowing respectfully.
Ye Fei nodded to him and asked, "Has your injury healed?"
"Your Highness, I am fine now, please rest assured."
Ye Fei put away the silver needles, and as she looked up, she saw Bai Shuang take out something—
The spearhead was incredibly sharp, and the crimson tassel stood out vividly in the night. A five-clawed golden dragon pattern meandered along the shaft.
This is... Chi Ye's Holy Dragon Blood-Weeping Spear.
"Your Highness Fei, once your leg injury is fully healed, it will be time to use this divine weapon." Bai Shuang held the Holy Dragon Blood-Weeping Spear in both hands, solemnly and reverently presenting it to Ye Fei.
Ye Fei raised her hand and gently stroked the spear. The spear trembled slightly and emitted a sound, as if responding to her.
The Holy Dragon's Blood-Weeping Spear is one of the nine legendary divine weapons.
Ye Fei leaned on her cane with one hand and took the Holy Dragon Blood-Weeping Spear with the other. She swung it in the air, and the tip of the spear drew a fiery red mark in the void!
Bai Shuang watched as the girl held a long spear. Although she couldn't walk yet, she stood tall, her face fearless, her eyes arrogant, and her imposing aura swept towards her!
For a moment, Bai Shuang's eyes welled up with tears.
Your Majesty... the girl you are determined to protect does indeed have a striking resemblance to you!
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