Chapter 205 - 67: Witching Hour (Part 2)

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In the Forbidden Palace, everything was chillingly silent, and the blind Ye Beiming could only fumble his way, exhausting his strength to push open that heavy door. The sound of the door opening was so dull it was spine-chilling. Although he could not see, to this day, Ye Beiming still remembered the scene of that night vividly. When he pushed the door open, a gust of wind, carrying the stench of rotting flesh, brushed his cheeks. His hearing, heightened by his blindness, picked up a familiar moaning sound. "Empress Dowager?" The only response to Ye Beiming was a moan. Ye Beiming hesitated, but he couldn’t help stepping into the Forbidden Palace due to his longing for his birth mother. He groped his way, knocking over several tables and chairs, until he reached the bedside of Empress Li. Circling around the moldy silk curtain, his tender fingers touched the woman’s hands and feet. Empress Li’s limbs were all broken. Healed, then broken, healed again, then broken again. In Consort Qi’s domineering harem, with Emperor Zhou’s indulgence, Empress Li, imprisoned in the Forbidden Palace, was living a life worse than death. When he touched the wriggling maggots crawling on his mother’s body, he was so frightened that he almost screamed. "Ming’er..." Empress Li, now delirious, let out a feeble call. She only said one sentence: "Ming’er, kill me, please." Bang-- A surge of moisture filled the air, and the scene before Yun Sheng’s eyes fluttered. In the tub, Ye Beiming’s body was surrounded by fighting spirit like dense fog, lingering and pervasive. At this moment, Yun Sheng noticed something appearing on Ye Beiming’s back. On his back, a tattoo appeared. The pattern of the tattoo was like a Demon Beast, but not like any Yun Sheng had ever seen before. Its head resembled a lion with a pair of horns on the forehead, and its skin was covered in scales. The totem was also enveloped by a murky aura, which was continually spreading. Under the influence of the black aura, Ye Beiming’s eyes turned black, and he looked like an evil spirit from Hell. Yun Sheng wanted to move closer for a better look when Vice Hall Director Zhan Li arrived. "Beiming!" Zhan Li was shocked to see him so lucid and moved quickly as lightning, holding down Ye Beiming’s arms to prevent any harm. "Jiuxiao, Cheng Bai, protect the exchange student!" While Zhan Li was restraining Ye Beiming, he also sensed the astonishing fighting spirit within him. Ye Beiming’s strength was incredibly immense, so much so that even Zhan Li found it hard to handle. Looking again at the black tattoo on Ye Beiming’s back, the color was growing increasingly intense. "Don’t touch him!" Yun Sheng initiated Wind Magic from beneath him, dodging Cheng Bai and the others while the Magic Scepter in his hand shone brightly. A chill yet mysteriously soothing magic element enveloped Zhan Li and Ye Beiming. Under the effect of Cloud Dream Ice Sleep, the boiling beast blood in Ye Beiming’s body briefly cooled down. Yun Sheng stepped forward in a flash, holding the Four Seasons Glazed Glass Needle imbued with magic elements, inserting four needles simultaneously into the beast head tattoo on Ye Beiming’s back. As the Bone Needle penetrated his body, four streams of black beast blood spurted out with a hiss. Ye Beiming’s expression relaxed, and the black tattoo totem on his back also disappeared. Inside the Medicine Hall, there was dead silence. Yun Sheng’s face turned deathly pale. She put away the Four Seasons Glazed Glass Needle and looked again at Ye Beiming’s back, where the tattoo totem had vanished from his skin. "Beiming, are you alright? Just now, what exactly happened?" Cheng Bai couldn’t help but sigh. "Magical Beast Blood... just now, after I fused several types of beast blood, my inner fighting spirit became chaotic, and the beast bloods conflicted with each other. Shangguan Tuo’s condition is likely similar to mine," Ye Beiming looked deeply at Yun Sheng not far away, his eyes filled with depth. Elder Zhang next to them also had a face ashen with shock. "Just as you all saw earlier, the cause of the inner fighting spirit turmoil in Shangguan Tuo and Ye Beiming, which nearly rendered them beyond help, was the beast blood. The beast blood itself might not be problematic, but the combination of the first three types of beast blood happened to conflict with the fourth type," said Yun Sheng, word by word. Ye Beiming’s Beast Blood Fusion had just proved her initial thoughts. Elder Zhang’s face shifted from bluish to purplish hues. "Absurd, I have never heard of beast blood conflicting with each other, and what’s more, Shangguan Tuo had already completed several beast blood fusions previously. There’s no way any residual beast blood could be left in his body. You sent us all out earlier, who knows if you did something else secretly," Elder Zhang refused to believe Yun Sheng’s discovery, as his medical logic never mentioned the possibility of beast blood conflict. In his view, only what is stated in the Medical Book constitutes medical theory. A mere girl with only a few years of studying medicine dares to challenge his authority. He’s recognized as a Four-direction Wanderer Doctor of the Medicine Emperor Pavilion, only a step away from being an Imperial Physician; how could he be defeated by her. "Just because you haven’t heard of it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. So let me ask you, if Fog Grass and Red Stone Powder are consumed together, will they conflict?" Yun Sheng completely disregarded Elder Zhang. The doctors of Wuji Continent love to be self-righteous. What nonsense about magic not mixing with medicine, or about beast blood not causing conflict, do they not understand that each person has different conditions, leading to different individual symptoms? Conducting Beast Blood Fusion blindly without even understanding the basic individual physical constitutions. For the Wuxuan Wuji Hall to have only one case of Shangguan Tuo going mad is already extremely fortunate. "Fog Grass is Yin, while Red Stone Powder is Yang. Yin and Yang not harmonizing is the most basic medical theory, any Medicine Gathering Boy in the Wuji Continent would know this truth," Elder Zhang vehemently argued, his neck flushing as though he was a rooster fighting by blooding its eyes. What Yun Sheng did today was a clear provocation to the traditional medical knowledge he had received. "In that case, if a martial artist used beast blood from a magical beast that likes Fog Grass, and from an Earth Bear that likes Red Stone Powder for Beast Blood Fusion, couldn’t the lack of Yin-Yang harmony potentially cause the martial artist to deviate and enter a frenzy?" Yun Sheng fired off rapidly, each word like a heavy punch leaving Elder Zhang defenseless. "This, this... such a coincidence is impossible..." Elder Zhang muttered, but he had lost his confidence. Whether such a situation could actually affect a martial artist was something he wasn’t sure about either. "The so-called doctor is someone who seeks to cure all sorts of puzzling and complex diseases, constantly facing different medical cases and prescribing the right remedies. You, who only knows to adhere blindly to the rules, how are you worthy of the four words ’saving lives and aiding the injured?’ In my opinion, someone who just follows the rules of our ancestors is at best a mediocre physician," Yun Sheng stated decisively. With undeniable evidence, Elder Zhang was pressured by Yun Sheng to the point of being speechless. The chastened Elder Zhang, who had gone from flushed red to iron blue and then to pale, unexpectedly held his breath in his chest and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Chapter 205 - 67: Witching Hour (Part 2)

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