All Chapters of RISE OF THE DRAGON KING!: Chapter 251
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Nimira turned without saying another word. Her silver-white gown swayed gently with each step, leaving behind traces of dew that slowly faded on the stone floor. Ardhana followed, his steps steady, though his face was filled with questions.They walked through a long corridor behind the altar, where stone walls were adorned with lotus and dragon reliefs covered in damp moss. The deeper they went, the heavier the air felt, as if it held great secrets about the organization hidden beneath the Seven Ghost Cities.Eventually, they arrived in a circular chamber. At its center stood a stone table engraved with the Sacred Lotus emblem, and upon it lay a map of seven hidden territories. Bluish-green lanterns hung low, illuminating several red points that glowed like blood.Nimira stopped before the table and looked at Ardhana.“Dragon’s son… your grandfather, the Great King, indeed died at the hands of the death warriors of the Sacred Lotus Nation.”Ardhana frowned. “I know that. But I don’t
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Explosions after explosions shook the city of Kardaya. Flames licked the night sky, while thick black smoke swallowed the moon. Screams, the clash of swords, and the sound of collapsing buildings echoed throughout every corner of the city.Ardhana stood in the middle of the ruined marketplace, his hair whipped by the scorching wind, his eyes scanning the surroundings with an expression that was a mixture of anger, confusion, and disappointment.“Shinra!” he shouted, his voice overpowering the roar of explosions. “What are you doing?!”Shinra emerged from behind the blazing flames, his battle attire covered in dust and ash. In his right hand, a long sword dripped with fresh blood, and behind him, dozens of members of the Sacred Lotus Pavilion continued attacking civilians and the city guards.“Nimira’s orders are clear,” he said coldly. “Destroy Kardaya until nothing remains. They are all traitors who hide the truth!”Ardhana clenched the hilt of his sword tightly. “This isn’t the way!
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Arrows whistled through the air, slicing toward Ardhana’s shoulder at high speed. He ducked swiftly, spun midair, and landed on the rooftop of a partially collapsed stone house. Flames raged beneath him, spreading across every corner of Kardaya.“Don’t let him escape!” an officer shouted from below. “Archers! Fire arrows!”A barrage of flaming arrows shot into the night sky. Ardhana ran across the rooftops, leaping from one building to another. Each time his feet landed, shattered roof tiles scattered in all directions.CTIIING!He slashed two arrows out of the air, then spun quickly. The aura of his blade glowed with a faint blue light amidst the raging red flames.From a distance, Kardaya’s troops in red-silver armor began surrounding him from four directions. They formed an arched formation, using the narrow streets as a trap.“Member of the Sacred Lotus Pavilion!” one soldier shouted. “You’ve brought hell to this city! Surrender yourself!”Ardhana stopped at the edge of the roofto
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Ardhana’s body lay unconscious on a flat stone stretcher, covered in wounds. A corrosive, purplish-green poison still pulsed through his veins. His breathing was heavy, his skin pale, and even the pulse within his body was barely detectable.The winding stone corridor leading to the Sacred Lotus Pavilion felt cold and silent. The black-veiled troops carrying him moved swiftly, but their faces revealed concern.“The wounds are too deep,” one of them whispered. “That poison is no ordinary toxin. It’s a blood-destroying poison used by Kardaya’s elite forces to eliminate rebels like us on the spot.”“But he managed to survive this long…”“Silence! Do you want our heads to be cut off for talking too much?” his companion snapped.Their steps halted right in front of an underground gate engraved with silver lotus patterns. As the stone door opened, a damp breeze mixed with the fragrance of lotus flowers filled the air. Crystal lanterns glowed softly, illuminating the vast underground chamber
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Ardhana fell silent. Flashes of memory crossed his mind—his mother’s hands teaching him how to identify illnesses, his father guiding him through calm steps before battle. Being a healer was not unfamiliar to him.“I don’t need your advice… One day, if you try to use me or provoke me again, I won’t hesitate…” His words trailed off as he continued walking out of the room.Nimira smiled faintly. “Do you think you can move freely within enemy territory that easily? Ardhana, I will be waiting for the day you come back… begging for my help!”*The next day, at the edge of a valley, stood a small village bustling with simple daily activities.“Uncle? Why are you still wearing a mask?” a young boy named Steven tugged gently at Ardhana’s clothes.Though still young, Ardhana—hiding his identity from the Blades troops—smiled faintly behind his mask.“Steven, your uncle has scars on his face… You might be scared if you saw it.”Steven fell silent, then shifted his attention toward a simple house
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The servant froze in place. But he knew one thing—if the head manager personally brought a guest into her room, it meant that guest was no ordinary person.“D-damn… am I going to get into trouble…?”*Inside the room…“You’re from the Amerta nation?”With a calm expression, Ardhana nodded. He was certain of one thing—the girl in front of him was not dangerous. She held no killing intent, only an overwhelming aura of greed.“Asking about identity… are you planning to expose it?”The girl smiled coldly.“Across the continent, who doesn’t know about the conflict between Dumai and Amerta? But in my eyes, business is still business. There are no enemies… except those who interfere with my business.”“Your perception of business is quite impressive… But what’s your intention in bringing me into this room?”The girl poured a cup of tea and deliberately placed it in front of Ardhana.“For someone who dares to wander around the capital, you must not be ordinary. But the Blades’ death squad is
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“I haven’t finished speaking yet… why are you in such a hurry? Greedy…”The two men took deep breaths, unable to say a word. But the commander of the soldiers felt like he was being toyed with.“We already gave you a chance to live, yet you chose the path of death…”Sriiing!He drew his sword from its sheath and leaped straight toward Ardhana. But with ease, Ardhana merely shifted his body slightly, causing the commander’s strike to miss its mark.Slaaaash!“Aaakh! M-my hand…!”“I—I…” The commander froze, realizing his mistake too late.Wuuuuush!He swung his sword again, but this only triggered Ardhana to perform a quick backward flip. With sharp vision and swift thinking, Ardhana kicked a fist-sized stone beneath him with great force.BAAAAAAANG!The stone shot forward at high speed, slamming into the commander’s stomach and making his eyes bulge.“Next time, I won’t be so kind if you dare to provoke me again…”After collecting all the Tushe gold coins, Ardhana continued on his jour
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Ardhana looked at the man calmly.“If we were to create a perfect Divine Healing Pill, those ingredients might not exist anywhere in this region… But with what I have, there’s no need for you to trouble yourself searching for them, Senior.”He walked toward a rack filled with various raw herbal materials and began selecting several ingredients. Once everything was gathered, Ardhana started roasting some of them. This traditional method made the old man raise an eyebrow in confusion.“You said a pill? It looks like you’re making a concoction instead.”“I don’t have enough money to buy a furnace… Even as a concoction, its effectiveness won’t be any less than the original.”Roasting was a method used to remove toxic impurities from each ingredient. Unlike modern medicine practitioners, who often overlooked such details, this method ensured higher purity without needing excessive materials.“He’s like a divine physician…” the old man muttered.After ten minutes of preparation, Ardhana han
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Since that night, news about the Masked Healer in Holy Land Village spread like the wind. People came from other villages, bringing wounds, illnesses, and fading hope.That morning, Ardhana’s small clinic was already crowded even before the sun fully rose. A young man with a swollen arm, an old woman struggling to breathe, and two little children with severe coughs—now all the patients sat neatly outside, waiting their turn.From inside the room, a calm yet firm voice could be heard.“This child has been eating too many preserved dried fruits,” Ardhana said while looking at the boy sitting on his mother’s lap. “His throat is irritated, not because of a fever.”The mother looked confused. “But Healer… we thought it was just a common flu.”“No,” Ardhana replied calmly, mixing a bit of honey with a white root in a small container. “A flu causes nasal congestion. Your child is having difficulty swallowing because of wounds in his throat. Stop giving him dried food for three days, and gi
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“Did I do something wrong? Why has the nation’s elite force come here in the middle of the night?” Ardhana asked calmly, without a trace of worry or emotion. His gaze shifted toward the three Blade soldiers staring at him sharply.“This is…”‘Arrest the Divine Healer… He dares to lace his remedies with poison under the guise of selfless healing…’The arrest warrant was clearly reflected in Ardhana’s eyes. Yet he did not resist. That night, without putting up any struggle, he allowed himself to be bound—like a criminal being taken to trial.Inside the grand residence, filled with the scent of modern medicine, a faint smile formed on Ardhana’s lips. He already knew the reason behind this arrest.“Instead of regretting your capture, I’m truly disgusted by that smile behind your mask, you wretched healer…”Duk! Duk! Duuuk!Heavy footsteps echoed, and the atmosphere fell silent. One of the Blade soldiers immediately lowered his head.“Father, I’ve captured him…”“My son, you’ve done very w