Jiang Chen was momentarily surprised and nodded lightly: "Yes, I am Jiang Chen."

While replying, Jiang Chen reached out towards the elder standing before the Dragon Saint. This elder, needless to say, was the Pope of the Holy Court!

"Why are you only arriving now? If the delay causes issues with the treatment, can you bear the consequences?"

Before Jiang Chen's hand could touch the Pope, a reprimanding voice rang out. A young man glared at Jiang Chen, his face full of fury.

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, retracted his extended hand, turned his head, and looked at the young man coolly. He said indifferently, "Why should I treat him?"

"You, what do you mean?" The young man's expression changed and he angrily shouted once more.

Fa Rang furrowed his brow and said solemnly to the young man, "Saint Heir, Mr. Jiang is here to help!"

"I know, but because of his delay, how much additional pain did His Holiness have to endure? That's still his fault!"

The Holy Court's Saint Heir remained furious, acting as if Jiang Chen's late arrival constituted an unforgivable sin.

The corner of Jiang Chen's lips twitched into a sly grin, his eyes flickering with anger. Turning to the Dragon Saint, he said, "Senior Dragon Saint, apologies, but after such a long and tiring journey, I need some rest before proceeding!"

With that, Jiang Chen turned and headed toward the stone gate he had entered through.

"What are you doing? Get back here!" The Saint Heir shouted angrily.

"Mr. Jiang, the Saint Heir is simply concerned about the Pope's injury, which has caused him to lose his composure. I hope Mr. Jiang can forgive him!"

Fa Rang quickly took a few steps forward, not blocking Jiang Chen's way but instead walking to his side and following him while speaking.

Had Fa Rang stood directly in front of Jiang Chen, it would have been understandable. But by accompanying him like this, Fa Rang's demeanor appeared even more deferential.

Jiang Chen was mildly surprised at Fa Rang's unexpected approach and hesitated slightly before turning back toward the Pope.

"Humph! I thought so, you wouldn't dare…"

"Shut up!"

The Saint Heir still attempted to mock him but was angrily silenced by Fa Rang.

The Saint Heir looked at Fa Rang, frustrated and indignant: "Mr. Fa Rang, what are you doing? This guy is just a lowly Flame Dragon Warrior. Being able to heal His Holiness is an honor he should be grateful for. Such an attitude deserves punishment, doesn't it?"

Buzz!

Suddenly, a surge of energy rippled through the room. The Dragon Saint abruptly withdrew the golden light surrounding him, lowered his arms, and rose from the ground.

"Ugh!"

A groan escaped from the Pope's lips. His brows furrowed tightly, and his face contorted with pain.

Fa Rang's face changed, and he inwardly thought, "This is bad!"

"Senior Dragon Saint, are you unable to maintain it any longer?"

The Saint Heir looked at the Dragon Saint with concern, then turned to Jiang Chen and said, "Boy, hurry up and treat His Holiness, or else…"

"Shut up!"

Fa Rang's expression darkened, and he shouted angrily before quickly turning to the Dragon Saint and Jiang Chen: "Lord Dragon Saint, Mr. Jiang… The Saint Heir, he—"

"The Pope's injury has been temporarily suppressed; he'll be fine for at least a day. You should seek someone else for help. We Flame Dragon Warriors are too insignificant to be worthy of treating your esteemed Pope's injuries!"

The Dragon Saint spoke in a low voice before nodding to Jiang Chen: "Mr. Jiang, let's go!"

With that, the Dragon Saint headed toward the stone gate. Jiang Chen followed suit.

The Saint Heir was dumbfounded, staring at the Dragon Saint and stammering, "Wait, Senior Dragon Saint, I wasn't referring to you!"

"You'd better shut up!"

Fa Rang glared fiercely at the Saint Heir and quickly followed after the Dragon Saint and Jiang Chen. "Lord Dragon Saint, Mr. Jiang, the Saint Heir has spent his life studying in the Holy Court and doesn't understand worldly matters. I hope you both won't hold it against him!"

The Dragon Saint said nothing and continued walking toward the stone gate. Jiang Chen also remained silent, neither of them acknowledging Fa Rang.

Swish!

Thud!

Suddenly, a figure appeared before Jiang Chen and the Dragon Saint. Fa Rang's expression changed, about to reprimand them, but the figure suddenly dropped to their knees.

"I'm sorry! I apologize to both of you! I've never knelt before His Holiness, but now I kneel to apologize to you both!"

The Saint Heir knelt on the ground, looking up at Jiang Chen and the Dragon Saint: "Although I don't know what I said wrong, I apologize. Please save His Holiness!"

Jiang Chen paused, frowned slightly, and stared carefully at the Saint Heir.

His expression was sincere, without a trace of pretension. There was a clarity in his eyes, filled with deep confusion—he genuinely seemed unaware of his mistake!

"What's going on here?" Jiang Chen turned to the Dragon Saint in curiosity.

The Dragon Saint glanced at the Saint Heir and looked amusedly at Fa Rang: "I've heard from A'erfa that your Holy Court's Saint Heir dedicates himself solely to his studies and never engages with the outside world. At twenty-one years old, he still possesses an untainted heart, completely unaffected by corruption. But that old guy never mentioned that your Saint Heir has an underdeveloped mind!"

"Uh…" Fa Rang responded with an embarrassed smile. "Lord Dragon Saint, the Saint Heir is just overly pure!"

"I see now!"

Jiang Chen nodded thoughtfully, his expression peculiar as he looked at Fa Rang: "In his worldview—no, in his understanding—the Pope is the supreme god, and serving this god is an honor that all in the world should aspire to. He didn't intentionally belittle me or us as Flame Dragon Warriors. He simply believes this, doesn't he?"

Fa Rang nodded with a sheepish smile.

"Impressive! Your Holy Court's education—I truly admire it!"

Jiang Chen chuckled, shaking his head. Just as he turned and began walking toward the Pope, he suddenly stopped and looked at the Saint Heir: "If I heal His Holiness, what will you think of it?"

"Healing His Holiness is what you ought to do. But the Holy Court will reward you and grant you the title of Cardinal!" The Saint Heir responded without hesitation.

Fa Rang was speechless, holding his head in frustration, his face filled with exasperation!

"Haha! Thank you so much!" Jiang Chen replied sarcastically before flashing forward to the Pope's side.

"Your Holiness, my apologies. It's mainly that brat over there who's too aggravating!" Jiang Chen said apologetically before placing his hand on the Pope's head.

Buzz!

A surge of soul power flowed from Jiang Chen's palm into the Pope's mind.

"Hey! How can you touch His Holiness's head like that? That's an act of blasphemy, you—"

The Saint Heir, seeing Jiang Chen's actions, immediately sprang up from the ground, glaring furiously and shouting as he started toward Jiang Chen to push him away.

"Saint Heir!"

Fa Rang grabbed the Saint Heir by the arm, speaking gravely: "If you want His Holiness to recover, then you need to shut your mouth and not utter another word!"

"But, he's…" The Saint Heir tried to argue.

"Silence!" Fa Rang's eyes widened, glaring sternly.

Buzz!

A powerful aura erupted. Fa Rang waved his hands, using Heaven and Earth Vital Energy to fully immobilize the Saint Heir.

The Saint Heir was stunned, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Fa Rang. He glared at him, his mouth moving, but no sound emerged.

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