Urban Super Medical Saint

"Snap!" In Yadu Garden, Liu Jiayao, who had just pulled out her house keys, suddenly felt a piercing pain in her heart. Her hand trembled, dropping the keys to the ground, while cold sweat poured from her forehead like rain, her face instantly turning as pale as paper.

"What's wrong with you?" Ge Dongxu, seeing this, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support Liu Jiayao.

"My chest hurts, hurts badly!" Liu Jiayao said with a pained expression.

"Chest pain, how can that be?" Ge Dongxu's face changed again, and he quickly picked her up and placed her on the sofa, then placed one hand on her wrist.

A thread of True Qi rapidly traveled along her meridians towards her heart.

Before the thread of True Qi even reached the heart, Ge Dongxu "saw" through the True Qi strands of dark, bloody aura coiling around Liu Jiayao's heart.

"Ah!" While Ge Dongxu was still investigating, those strands of dark, bloody aura suddenly converged, forming a "poisonous snake" that lunged towards Liu Jiayao's heart. Liu Jiayao's entire body curled up in excruciating pain.

"Dammit, asking for death!" Ge Dongxu initially wanted to thoroughly investigate who had inflicted this dark, bloody aura onto Liu Jiayao, but seeing her in unbearable pain, he momentarily set aside his careful investigation. His face turned grim, a murderous look in his eyes; he released Liu Jiayao's wrist and formed a Dharma Seal with his hand, pressing down on her chest.

Ge Dongxu had now reached the Sixth Layer of Qi Cultivation, only two layers behind his master, and because he had cultivated a complete and superior mental method, his mana wasn't as robust as his master's but as for concentration and purity, it was comparable to his master's back in the day. This was the first time he had harbored killing intent since he had truly become proficient in cultivation, so how could the power of his strike be ordinary?

"Boom!" Ge Dongxu's hand pressed down on Liu Jiayao's ample chest. Liu Jiayao seemed to hear a muffled explosion within her body. The "poisonous snake" within was instantly killed, and immediately after, the pain in her chest ceased.

Almost at the same time, in the villa at Little Yuan Mountain, a paper effigy fixed on a stick suddenly exploded into flames, turning into ash.

At that moment, Li Bisheng, with a malicious smile on his face and murmuring words while pressing his fingers on the paper effigy's chest, felt as if his own heart had been struck heavily.

"Ahh!" With a cry, he fell back heavily, blood pouring from his mouth, nose, ears, and even his eyes, quickly reddening his face and the floor.

After a long while, the blood finally ceased to flow, and by this time, Li Bisheng was like a blood-drenched figure, his once smooth skin now showing clear wrinkles, with much of his hair turned white.

In just a few minutes, Li Bisheng seemed to have suddenly aged into a man of sixty or seventy years old.

"Impossible? How could this happen?" Li Bisheng stared in terror at the ceiling, disbelieving that his spell-casting could have suddenly backfired, and now his entire body was weak and powerless, with the True Qi that he had painstakingly cultivated and augmented with yin supplements now chaotically surging inside him, clogging his acupoints and meridians. From Li Bisheng's experience, if he didn't quickly clear these blocked points, he might not die immediately, but he would likely be bedridden for the rest of his life.

"She must have a master by her side! It must have been that person who broke my technique!" Li Bisheng was a smart man and quickly realized it wasn't an issue with his own spell-casting.

The fear in Li Bisheng's eyes deepened at this thought.

Every circle has its own rules that must be followed. In their circle, there was an absolute rule that must not be broken: using techniques to seek wealth or take lives.

Here, "seeking wealth" refers to illicit gains, such as what Zhang Huowang had been instructed to do by Li Bisheng previously. As for taking lives, that of course refers to what he was currently doing.

Once discovered, not only would the people from that special national department pursue him, but he would also become a public enemy among his own circle.

The fact that the other party could break his techniques and even cause him to suffer a backlash indicated that they were not merely from his circle, but were also of higher cultivation than him.

If this matter were pursued further, it wouldn't matter that Li Bisheng was no match for him; even if he were, he would likely be in deep trouble.

At this thought, Li Bisheng, enduring the pain that felt like his body had fallen apart, along with overwhelming weakness, trembled as he took out his cellphone and dialed his master.

...

In a remote mountainous area in Jiangnan Province, a crescent moon hung in the sky, casting cold moonlight.

Under the moonlight, five men in different attires surrounded a zombie. The zombie, under the moon's glow, sparkled with a metallic black sheen, its eyes red as cinnabar, its nails long and hooked like scythes, its canine teeth exposed like sharp swords, emitting a strong stench and the smell of blood.

Among the five men, a middle-aged man held a mirror towards the zombie. A faint white light shot out from the mirror, falling on the zombie's body, causing it to emit a "sizzling" sound. Black liquid seeped and dripped from its body like fat being rendered, spreading a disgusting odor.

A man who appeared to be in his seventies, with a goatee, wielded a Peach Wood Sword, locked in combat with the zombie.

Despite his age, the man moved with agility surpassing that of the younger, dodging the zombie's sharp claws or blocking them in time with the Peach Wood Sword.

The zombie's claws were as sharp as swords, but rather than cutting through the Peach Wood Sword, they sparked upon contact, as if it were not a wooden sword but an iron sword instead.

The remaining three were one older man and two younger ones. The two younger men held an ink bucket and an Ink Bucket Line respectively, while the older man stood in the middle of the Ink Bucket Line, flicking the line with his fingers like a six-fingered piano demon, continuously snapping the line.

The older man, face full of pockmarks, was indeed Li Bisheng's master, and among the two younger ones, one was Li Bisheng's junior brother whom he had encountered at the villa by the lake.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Each flick of the Ink Bucket Line struck the zombie.

Every black line that hit the zombie made it as though sliced by a sharp sword, leaving deep gashes that split its skin and flesh wide open.

Soon, the zombie's body was crisscrossed with wounds like a chessboard, all left by the Ink Bucket Line.

The zombie, clearly aware that if the Ink Bucket Line kept snapping like this, it would soon be dismembered, roared and charged towards the septuagenarian, trying to break through the encirclement.

With the zombie's fierce attack, the septuagenarian became flustered, his forehead drenched in sweat, and on several occasions, he almost got slashed by the zombie's claws.

"Old Cui, if not now, when will you take action?" Seeing that the zombie was only charging at him and he was almost unable to hold out any longer, the old man shouted loudly. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire