373: The plaster is really sticky.

“Alright, alright, you just be your emperor honestly.”

“I am just a country bumpkin; you don’t have to take what I say seriously.”

Setting down his teacup, Chen Heng quickly got up, intending to leave.

If he kept talking, Yu Jiang would probably pack up and run away tomorrow, then shove the throne onto one of his unlucky children.

“Don’t go, it’s rare to have someone to talk about this with, what’s the rush.”

Yu Jiang still wanted to keep Chen Heng, but found that Chen Heng had already disappeared.

“No, I need to think about abdicating when I get back…”

...Inside the Testing Ground, Chen Heng let out a long breath.

After casually helping the Research Institute staff organize some data, Chen Heng prepared to leave.

“Mr. Chen, according to the current progress, the Fusion transplantation technique can be fully prepared in about a week.”

The Old Woman adjusted her glasses, speaking to Chen Heng while busy with her work.

“Alright, then do you need to research that source fragment?”

Chen Heng took out the source fragment and asked.

“No need. You said this source fragment was obtained from the evil Dragon, so the experimental data can be directly applied.”

“However, there’s one thing that needs consideration: your physical strength is much greater than that of the evil Dragon before Fusion.”

A glint flashed in the Old Woman’s eyes as she turned to look at Chen Heng.

“So, I wonder if you would mind leaving some of your blood and muscle tissue? This would greatly speed up the progress.”

“That’s all fine,” Chen Heng didn’t mind such things at all.

Although this world had curses that could kill from a distance, those were at the very, very lowest level of existence.

They were completely ineffective against a strong person of Chen Heng’s caliber.

“Thank you for your contribution, Mr. Chen. The Imperial Research Institute will repay you.”

“No need, just speed up…”

At the same time, in a corner outside the Imperial City.

“It should be here. Benefactor Chen, you’ve run quite far.”

Hui Che’s shiny bald head emerged from the bushes, surveying the Chengtian Empire’s Imperial City before him.

“This is the Chengtian Empire, indeed it lives up to its reputation.”

Hui Che sighed as he walked towards the city gate, completely oblivious to the gazes of the surrounding guards.

“Stop!” A soldier blocked Hui Che’s path and shouted.

“Who are you, and why are you loitering around the Imperial City?”

“Poor Monk Hui Che of the Esoteric Sect, I have come specifically to find Benefactor Chen Heng,” Hui Che bowed and said in a calm tone.

“Where’s your permit?” The soldier frowned. Why would someone from the Esoteric Sect come here?

“What permit?” Hui Che looked up at the soldier in front of him, asking back with a puzzled expression.

“Anyone without a permit is forbidden from entering the Imperial City. Leave quickly.”

Seeing that Hui Che had no pass, the surrounding soldiers immediately gathered, preparing to drive him away.

“Benefactors, please do not be angry. May I ask if you know a benefactor named Chen Heng? I have come to find him.”

Hui Che was neither anxious nor annoyed; he bowed and spoke again.

In Hui Che’s view, wherever Chen Heng went, something big was bound to happen.

Moreover, Chen Heng’s personal prestige would spread far and wide, so mentioning Chen Heng’s name now should be useful.

However, he could only hope it wasn't a bad reputation, otherwise, he would be in trouble today.

“What Chen Heng? We don’t know him. Leave immediately, or you won’t be able to leave!”

The soldier frowned. He had never heard of anyone named Chen Heng, let alone known him.

But then again, ordinary soldiers simply couldn’t reach Chen Heng’s level; they might not even know if the ruins they relied on for survival had problems.

“Is that so…” Hui Che breathed a sigh of relief. He had actually already regretted bringing up Chen Heng’s name.

“Amitabha, benefactors, please sleep for a while.”

A golden lotus pattern appeared on Hui Che’s forehead, and his figure flickered, passing by the soldiers like a gentle breeze.

Before the soldiers could react, they rolled their eyes and fell to the ground.

“The Evil Qi hasn’t changed much from before. It seems Benefactor Chen listened to my words.”

Perceiving Chen Heng’s unique terrifying Evil Qi, a smile appeared on Hui Che’s face.

“This is good news! It seems that using Buddhist Dharma to enlighten Benefactor Chen is just around the corner!”

Hui Che was in high spirits and hurried towards the Wu Family Private Estate where Chen Heng was… Wu Family Private Estate, Wu Wang Courtyard.

After leaving some body samples, Chen Heng returned to his courtyard on a ground traveling steed.

These past few days, he basically had nothing major to do, except teaching his two disciples and researching the Power of the Ancestral Witch.

Such days were quite leisurely.

Leaning back in his newly built recliner, Chen Heng supervised Wu Ming and Wu Yue as they tempered their bodies, while also researching the second type of Power of the Ancestral Witch that ancestral power name possessed.

That’s right, as an Ancestral Witch, ancestral power name possessed two types of power.

He could be called the Ancestral Witch of Heavenly Phenomena, and also the Ancestral Witch of Poison.

And now, Chen Heng was researching what this Power of the Ancestral Witch of Poison was all about.

“I don’t like using poison either…”

Countless terrifying poisons were currently appearing in Chen Heng’s mind; any one of them, if released, would be a world-destroying existence.

“But I have the ability to clear large groups of monsters, which is a good thing.”

Organizing the various poisons obtained from the Power of the Ancestral Witch, Chen Heng looked for a guinea pig to test them on.

But looking at the entire Wu Wang Courtyard, apart from himself, there seemed to be no suitable candidates.

No, Luo Shuo seemed quite suitable… “Forget it, that kid is like a charcoal crispy chicken; don’t really poison him to death.”

Chen Heng finally gave up the idea of experimenting on others; the best guinea pig was still himself.

But Chen Heng tried several kinds of poisons, yet his body showed no reaction.

“Damn it… I forgot that the Drought Demon is immune to all poisons.”

Chen Heng’s expression twisted in distress, and he couldn’t help but sigh.

“But this is the Power of the Ancestral Witch; no matter how immune to poisons the Drought Demon is, he shouldn’t be able to withstand it.”

“But then again, the four great Ancestral Corpses also have a very high status…”

Chen Heng scratched his head in confusion, then summoned a new type of poison and used it on himself again.

“Eh!?”

Chen Heng’s face showed surprise; this poison named Yellow Springs seemed to be taking effect.

“Hmm?”

But soon, Chen Heng felt that something was wrong. This poison should instantly lead to death zone, but why was he becoming more and more energetic?

Moreover, he felt his Qi and blood expanding, and even his strength had improved.

“Big Brother Chen, what’s wrong with you?” Bai Jun walked out at this moment, carrying the medicinal soup for the herbal bath, and was startled to see Chen Heng, who was clearly in an abnormal state.

“Ah, it’s nothing, I’m just testing poison on myself.”

Chen Heng waved his hand, not even noticing that all his blood vessels had turned a purplish-green color.

“Oh… then you continue.” Bai Jun nodded and began to boil water to stew the child.