Chapter 1205 - 399: Daoist Sect’s Bai Ziqing, Life-Ferrying Combat Technique

The injured man at Su Yue’s feet had fainted from excessive blood loss. Su Yue checked his pulse; he wasn’t dead yet.

Su Yue probed the injured man’s body with his Qi Blood to see how much of the evil presence remained, hoping he could attempt a rescue.

However, Su Yue immediately despaired. If the evil presence in his own body was like a single grain of rice, then the evil in the injured man’s body was a whole pot of rice. He could work himself to death and still never clear it out entirely.

Turning around, Su Yue saw that the ground of the aid station was already dyed red with blood. The stench of blood permeated the air, and all the medical personnel were acting like madmen. They changed their medical plans, attempting various methods to stop the bleeding. But it was useless.

Whether it was sutures, hemostatic sprays, direct pressure, or even extreme methods like cauterization and freezing—none of it worked. Everyone’s blood coagulation seemed to have completely failed.

The injured wailed. Some fell unconscious, and some even died. The medical personnel were frantic; superiors cursed at their subordinates, who in turn scurried around like ants on a hot pan. Two young medics broke down, kneeling on the ground and weeping. Having worked in the Divine Land their entire careers, they had never witnessed a scene like this.

It was absolutely futile.

They used an ice gun to freeze a corpse. Yet, even though the person was dead and the wound frozen, blood continued to ooze out. Not even death could make the blood coagulate.

The once orderly aid station had plummeted from chaos into outright despair.

Su Yue looked back. Wuteng Feng lay on the ground, his face as white as a sheet of paper. Although he had only sustained minor injuries, the continuous massive hemorrhage was something his body simply couldn’t withstand.

SWISH!

Su Yue flickered and rushed to Wuteng Feng’s side, hastily using his Qi Blood to stabilize the wound.

Meanwhile, the injured man he had just been tending to had died. There was nothing he could do. That man was an ordinary person, and the injury was to an artery, resulting in more blood loss than the others. Coupled with his older age and weaker vitality, Su Yue was completely powerless to save him.

In that brief moment, Su Yue felt a profound sense of helplessness.

"Teacher Wuteng, hold on. You must not pass out," Su Yue said through gritted teeth, frantically pouring his Qi Blood into Wuteng Feng’s body. He had to save whoever he could. If Wuteng Feng died from a few minor injuries, Su Yue would never forgive himself.

"My surname is Wu, not Wuteng!

"Su Yue, what exactly is happening? Why won’t the wounds stop bleeding?"

Supported by Su Yue’s Qi Blood, Wuteng Feng finally regained a sliver of energy.

Although the Martial Artists of the Zhenqin Corps wanted to imitate Su Yue, their control over Qi Blood couldn’t compare to his. A few Martial Artists tried to help using their Qi Blood, but their efforts backfired, accelerating the injured’s blood loss. Ultimately, the Zhenqin Corps strictly forbade Combat Martial Artists from using Qi Blood for first aid. As for Su Yue, he was an exception not worth dwelling on.

"I don’t know, but I suspect it’s a trick by that old beast in the sky," Su Yue said, gritting his teeth. He turned his gaze toward the sky.

"Hahahaha, I, Fei Ningxiao, said that the sinners of your Divine Land Research Institute must die, and they will definitely die! No one can escape! Hahahaha!

"This land of sin is stained with the blood of the Wet Realm warriors! Every sinner here deserves death!"

Fei Ningxiao’s maniacal laughter shook the heavens and the earth. The earthquake at the Research Institute continued, even showing signs of intensifying.

"Fei Ningxiao, what exactly did you do?" Nie Haijun roared. Although he couldn’t see the situation at the aid station with his own eyes, he had already heard the reports from the Zhenqin Corps through his earpiece. This was Earth, their home turf, allowing them to utilize the convenience of technology.

"Hahahaha, I, Fei Ningxiao, said I would ruin your Divine Land Research Institute, and I will definitely plunge this place into a massacre!

"This is just an appetizer. Wait for it! Wait for Yuan Longhan to come clean up this mess! Wait for Yuan Longhan to be powerless to save the day! Hahaha!"

Fei Ningxiao’s gigantic head twisted constantly. He only laughed wildly, completely ignoring Nie Haijun’s question.

In the distance, the aid station was thrown into further chaos upon hearing Fei Ningxiao’s manic laughter.

The medical team came up with several more hemostatic plans, but none of them worked. Su Yue’s brute-force method of stopping Wuteng Feng’s bleeding yielded some results, but it exhausted him immensely. And this was just for a minor injury. Wuteng Feng was moved to tears and wanted to become sworn brothers with Su Yue to repay this life-saving debt.

"This is a curse toxin from the Blood Boiling Race. Its source lies within the body of a Peak expert, and its effect is to strip the human race of their blood coagulation functions.

"The medical team should stop using technological methods. It will only increase everyone’s suffering."

As these words were spoken, a group of long-haired young men in uniform attire walked in. The leading young man had thick eyebrows and large eyes. He exuded an awe-inspiring aura of righteousness, providing a sense of security as comforting as the eaves of a house on a rainy night.

"Who are you?" The Zhenqin Corps Legion Martial Artists defending the perimeter quickly moved to intercept them.

"Let them in.

"Mr. Bai Ziqing, does the Daoist Sect have any solution?" A major general of the Zhenqin Corps stepped forward and asked with deep concern. With the arrival of the Daoist Sect, there might be a way to resolve this crisis.

"I will try my best, but I cannot guarantee it will work." Bai Ziqing nodded. With a grave expression, he walked into the center of the crowd, simultaneously inspecting the wounds of the injured.

"He is the Daoist Sect’s Bai Ziqing?" Su Yue turned his head in curiosity.

He was quite handsome, but not in a vulgar way. It was an awe-inspiring, righteous kind of handsome that was hard to put into words. He was like a traditional landscape painting—effortlessly and undeniably handsome.