Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1779 - 413: Tuotuo’s Shock — Who Is Chen 94? (Part 3)

The Dragon Energy protected him, its fate intertwined with that of the nation. This potent Dragon Energy would only dissipate naturally if Daqian were to fall, or if he lost his power and ceased to be the court’s imperial representative.

However, as long as Tuotuo held the position of Prime Minister of Daqian, this Dragon Energy was his greatest asset. Any powerful individual at the Melt God Realm, residing within the Martial God Domain, would find themselves suppressed by the Dragon Energy, ensuring his safety from abduction by Martial Arts Masters.

He wasn't even fearful of those stronger than the Energy Transformation realm attempting to capture him, as the Dragon Energy possessed the added ability to suppress Gang Qi.

All martial artists who dared to advance upon him would be reduced to ordinary cultivators, stripped of their Gang Qi. At best, they could only display the strength of the Iron Bone Realm, and with a few Dragon Realm guards always at his side, they posed no threat.

These Dragon Realm experts, having successfully passed Tuotuo’s rigorous tests, were granted immunity from the suppressing effects of his Dragon Energy. This allowed them to retain their formidable Dragon Realm strength while stationed in Tuotuo's vicinity.

As for those martial artists whose power was limited to the Iron Bone Realm, they would naturally be swiftly overcome by these elite Dragon Realm warriors.

This was the core of Tuotuo’s security. He wasn't truly afraid of formidable martial artists; his real concern lay with ordinary cultivators who lacked the protection of Gang Qi.

Furthermore, his personal martial prowess was not exceptional. He possessed only Liu Jin Realm strength, being a civil official who dedicated far more time to studying courtly affairs than to martial cultivation.

The Dragon Energy, beyond its suppressive capabilities, offered numerous other advantages, including life-saving properties.

At this very moment, Tuotuo channeled a sliver of Dragon Energy into the Demon Slayer Monk's body, a flicker of anguish crossing his face. This was the esteemed National Guardian Dragon Qi!

It was a treasure beyond compare, and the very act of expending a wisp of Dragon Energy to rescue the Demon Slayer Monk was an act of immense extravagance. Yet, there was no alternative, for the Monk's master was none other than the Living Buddha Basiba, the very pillar of stability for Daqian!

One must look beyond the Monk to see the Buddha; while the Demon Slayer Monk's appearance might be unremarkable, his teacher's reputation was of paramount importance.

Therefore, even Tuotuo dared not show the slightest hint of disrespect!

With this thought firmly in mind, Tuotuo proceeded to utilize the precious Dragon Energy to preserve the Demon Slayer Monk’s life.

Stirred by the influx of Dragon Energy, the Demon Slayer Monk finally drew a breath, though he remained critically weak, his entire occipital bone having been obliterated. Upon examination, the attending physician declared, "I have never witnessed someone survive with a completely shattered occipital bone."

The other doctors concurred, marveling at how anyone could possibly remain alive under such dire circumstances.

Amidst the hushed discussions, one of Tuotuo’s aides interjected, "However, Lord Natu has indeed been brought back from the brink. Therefore, you must find a method to repair his head."

"Repair it? How is that possible? We can only administer medicine. Who among us possesses the skill to mend a skull?"

Tuotuo’s subordinate insisted, "I care not for the specifics; since the Lord employed Dragon Energy to save Lord Natu, you are obligated to find a way to preserve his life by any means necessary!"

Hearing this, a few individuals exchanged perplexed glances, utterly bewildered as to how one might actually repair a fractured head.

But at this precise moment, a junior doctor stepped forward, announcing, "Respected sirs, there is, in fact, a method."

"Speak, speak quickly."

They all implored the young doctor to share his insight. The junior doctor pondered for a brief moment before inquiring, "The procedure is rather straightforward. How would you describe the appearance of a head?"

The assembled doctors furrowed their brows at this peculiar question. After a short pause, one physician ventured, "The head looks like, well, like a large gourd?"

A chorus of agreement followed: "Yes, precisely like a large gourd."

The young doctor continued, "So, if a water gourd in your home were to break, and you wished to salvage it, what would you do?"

"That’s simple enough; one would simply find a pot mender to repair it."

At his words, everyone present was taken aback, exchanging bewildered glances. "Are you suggesting we seek out a pot mender to fix Lord Natu's head as well?"

A profound silence descended as they regarded one another—it was an audacious proposition, yet at present, no superior solution seemed available.

The head most certainly required mending; it could not be left exposed, with brain matter vulnerable to the elements, eventually attracting flies. A solution had to be found. Or perhaps, should they fashion a silver replacement?

Their debate continued, until soon, one voice raised an objection, "Silver would be unsuitable; it is prone to corrosion. What if it were to rust within the brain?"

"Gold, I believe, would be the proper material; not only would it resist rust, but it would also suitably reflect Lord Natu’s distinguished status."

The consensus reached, they resolved to descend the mountain and procure a pot mender to fashion a golden head for the Demon Slayer Monk.

A plan had just been hatched when Tuotuo’s gaze fell upon the battered Demon Slayer Monk. “Who could have done this to you? Was it the Descending Mountain Tiger?” Tuotuo inquired, having never encountered the Descending Mountain Tiger himself and thus mistakenly assuming the attacker was Du Zundao, the Descending Mountain Tiger.

However, the Demon Slayer Monk, with a voice barely above a whisper, corrected him, “No, it was Chen Jiusi!”

“Chen Jiusi?” Tuotuo repeated, a look of utter confusion on his face. Who exactly was this Chen Jiusi?

Given Tuotuo’s standing as one of the most influential figures globally, the only names that typically registered in his memory were those of the leaders of major powers, such as the heads of the Six Great Sects, or formidable experts residing in the Melt God Realm.

Lesser figures rarely warranted his attention.

At this moment, an attendant beside Tuotuo discreetly interjected, “He’s Chen Jiusi from Huangzhou Prefecture.”

Tuotuo’s recollection flickered to life. Ah, yes, there had been some recent talk of such an individual, apparently a subordinate of Peng Yingyu.

Still, Tuotuo dismissed the matter, deeming such minor characters beneath his notice. Had it been Peng Yingyu himself, or perhaps the puppet Emperor he championed, then he might have bothered to remember. But a mere nobody rising from the dregs of society? That held no interest for him.

Yet, today, this very insignificant figure had delivered an astounding shock!