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Looking at my brother lying on the bed, I had to think of a way; otherwise, he would suffer and die before the poison took effect.
The best solution would be to inject him with anesthetic. It would be quick and convenient. But where could I find anesthetic? I'm not a doctor.
However, I naturally had my own method, though it was not something an ordinary person could use.
My approach was simple: who fears pain the least? The dead! Even if you cut them a few times or dismember them, they wouldn't feel any pain.
As a Judge, isn't it easy to make someone dead? But I couldn't really let him die, could I? After thinking it over, there was only one trick I could try.
I took out my Judgment Seal and placed it on my brother's forehead.
"Three Pure Edict, summon Zheng Yuan. The paths of humans and ghosts are different; when the soul departs, the body remains. Specter all things; Four Lives receive blessings. Those with heads and those without, whether by gun or knife, drowning or hanging, clear death or hidden death, grievances and injustices met with demise, good and evil karma borne by oneself. Wealth or poverty is summoned by you. Command the multitude; summon and ascend."
One of the Eight Treasures Mystiques: Soul Capture!
My idea was to capture his soul into the Judgment Seal. Once the soul leaves the body, it becomes a corpse. Since it's a corpse, it won't feel pain. Once I finish my work and dispel the poison, I can return his soul.
In a flash of light, his soul was captured within the Judgment Seal. The Judgment Seal is made from unique underworld stones that can temporarily hold souls. Unlike my gourd for capturing ghosts, which primarily suppresses spirits, the Judgment Seal can nourish the soul within it. That's why I chose it as the container for his soul.
With that concern resolved, I needed to get to work seriously. Since I had already captured his soul, I had to change my method for dispelling the poison to improve efficiency.
A flicker of Azure Flame at my Dantian center sent a line of flame formed from Azure Flame into the poisoned man's lungs. Although it looked like fire, it wasn't actual flames; rather, it was a form resembling flames created by an excess of magical energy that couldn't be perfectly controlled.
With a thought, the Azure flames transformed into orange-red flames that began to burn in the poisoned man's lungs.
I had prepared for this; I had already protected the intact areas with magical energy beforehand. Furthermore, once the flames burned away the corroded and decayed parts, they would extinguish themselves automatically.
This was a flexible use of the Eight Treasures Mystiques' effects; all fire-related spells were based on Samadhi Fire for me to wield freely. For instance, the flames ignited in the poisoned man's lungs were a very special kind of fire called Heart Fire!
As they say, urgent fire attacks the heart; this is what happens when Heart Fire is not controlled properly. In traditional Chinese medicine, there is an important theory about balancing yin and yang. Taoism also has this principle; Heart Fire arises from an imbalance where yang overcomes yin, leading to more harm than good—sometimes even becoming a condition.
However, benefits and drawbacks are always relative. As long as one can control Heart Fire well, unexpected advantages can arise. For example, right now, I was controlling my Heart Fire to dispel the poison from another's body.
However, during this time, my Heart Fire has been a bit too strong, and fortunately, it can be used to release some of it.
With fewer concerns, I could confidently and boldly proceed with the detoxification. Before long, the Heart Fire had burned away the toxins from the poisoned individual. After using my magic to heal the wounds and confirming that everything was nearly fine, I cautiously returned the soul.
Once the soul re-entered the body, I did not sense any discomfort from Brother lying on the bed. This indicated that my method, although risky, was successful and quite effective.
After a brief rest, I immediately began detoxifying another Brother. With one experience under my belt, I worked much faster this time. I directly drew that person's soul into the Judgment Seal and simply and brutally dispelled the poison, burning away the decayed Lungs with Heart Fire. If I had known this method was so effective, I wouldn't have wasted time wrapping the toxic gas with magic before. I casually tossed a Fire Talisman to steam the water in the iron basin that contained the poison; this water could not be allowed to flow out, as the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Annoying!" After finishing everything, I weakly shouted outside.
I truly had no strength left. Having not fully recovered and immediately expending a large amount of energy and effort, I could only slump in my wheelchair.
However, the hospital staff were really irresponsible. I had been here for so long without anyone coming to intervene. But it was a good thing for me; at least there were fewer imitators.
"Annoying?" I called out again since no one had responded before. It was strange; Zhang Fan should have been on high alert outside. How could it be that no one reacted after me calling for so long?
I had no choice but to push my wheelchair and open the door to the intensive care unit. As soon as I opened it, the scene outside startled me.
A group of Doctors and Nurses surrounded Zhang Fan, whose eyes were filled with bloodshot veins as he waved a Brass Greatsword up and down in the air. Several security personnel lay on the ground groaning after being taken down by Zhang Fan.
"Annoying!" I shouted loudly.
What’s going on? How did Zhang Fan suddenly go berserk in the hospital? I didn’t have much strength left to stop him.
Not caring about all the onlookers around me anymore, I quickly removed the Octagonal Taiji from around my neck and pulled the Taiji Diagram beneath Zhang Fan's feet. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, I bound him up and swiftly took out a Clear Mind Talisman, slapping it onto Zhang Fan's forehead.
I picked up Zhang Fan in my arms and performed a hand gesture; Wind Walk activated on my wheelchair as I rushed out of the crowd.
The world before me began to blur; I knew this was a sign that I was about to lose consciousness. However, at this moment, I absolutely could not fall; otherwise, an unbound Zhang Fan would make me his first target.
Fortunately, we were not far from the elevator. Quickly bringing Zhang Fan back to my previous hospital bed, Xia Liyi was sitting in a chair nearby resting. She suddenly saw me in a wheelchair with someone lying across it and quickly stood up.
"Quick, bring me my previous clothes!" I almost shouted with the last of my strength.
Xia Liyi hurriedly took out my Daoist Robe. I wrapped the Daoist Robe around Zhang Fan, and in the next moment, he and the wheelchair both fell to the ground.
"Where is this?" I opened my eyes to a scene that was chaotic and colorful.
How did I end up here? Where is Zhang Fan? Where is Xia Liyi? And what is this place?
"Over here."
I quickly turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a Daoist Robe standing behind me. He had an extremely ancient Daoist Bun tied with an Ebony hairpin, his eyes tightly closed. The Daoist Robe he wore had clearly been washed many times; although it was somewhat old and noticeably faded, it was very neat. The middle-aged man stood straight, but the only thing that felt unnatural was the coldness that seemed to keep people at a distance.
The middle-aged man stood there with his hands behind his back, as if within reach yet also in a realm of ethereal nothingness. For a moment, I couldn't discern his true nature.
"May I ask, senior, who you are?" I respectfully performed a bow as a junior.
"You broke my Ritual Platform and still ask who I am?" The middle-aged man remained with his eyes closed, his tone sounding very proud and indifferent.
Ritual Platform? Could he be the 'Idiot' sorcerer that Pixiu mentioned before? The one who used Tomb Brick to set up the Ritual Platform to trap Pixiu?
"Are you the one who trapped Pixiu?" I immediately withdrew all my respect.
For us Cultivators, we should have enough respect for seniors. However, there are some individuals who do not fall within our range of respect—those who use their powers for personal gain at the expense of others. Such people have always been a disgrace among us Cultivators.
"Indeed," the middle-aged man replied as if it were only natural, like sleeping when tired or eating when hungry.
"I wonder why you seek me? Is it because I disrupted your plans?" I unceremoniously replaced 'senior' with 'fellow,' not hiding the sarcasm in my words.
"Disrupted my plans? You certainly have ruined my good work." The middle-aged man still did not open his eyes, his hands remaining behind his back. "Which sect are you from? Who is your master?"
Master? I didn't even know what my master's name was; I only knew that his surname was Zhen.
"The Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave, inheritor of the Bodhi Patriarch," I stated without looking away.
I brought up the Bodhi Patriarch. Although I was not his disciple, he had taught me a few techniques. I intended to use his name to intimidate the middle-aged man in front of me.
To my surprise, upon hearing the name of the Bodhi Patriarch, the middle-aged man showed no reaction. Instead, he nodded slowly and asked, "Do you know your crime?"
Know my crime? What crime?
"I do not know what crime I have committed," I replied firmly.
"You have already released Ba, and you still do not know what crime you have committed?" The middle-aged man said sarcastically. "Do you know that Ba has already awakened beneath the Ritual Platform? Do you know that there is no longer any Qingshi to suppress it? Do you know what kind of disaster bringing Pixiu into this world will cause? Do you understand?"
The middle-aged man's tone grew increasingly severe, his words faster, until he was nearly shouting by the end.
"Relying on your meager knowledge, you dare to act so recklessly. Has the student of the Three Stars Cave become so self-deprecating?"
Finally, the middle-aged man opened his eyes.
However, there was no unusual phenomenon. As I followed his gaze into his eyes, I saw only two empty black holes!
So it turns out that the reason he hadn't opened his eyes before was that he had lost his eyeballs!
Who exactly is this person?
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