My Professions Have Too Much Personality - Chapter 215 - 141: Surging Undercurrents, The Power of the [Holy Hand]

Chapter 215: Chapter 141: Surging Undercurrents, The Power of the [Holy Hand]

According to Bu Siqi’s speculation, when Zhu Xuan died, Wei Yinsuo was likely overwhelmed dealing with the blood sacrifice. He lost contact afterward and never had the chance to learn about it.

“What’s his condition now?” Su Chen couldn’t help but ask.

“No idea. Probably undergoing emergency treatment. He’s a Chief Judge, after all.” Bu Siqi shrugged. “The Chief definitely won’t let him die.”

At this, he remarked with some emotion, “That’s a Chief Judge for you. Even after his mistake led to two cities being blood-sacrificed, he probably won’t face any serious consequences.”

“When is Teacher coming back?” Su Chen asked again.

Bu Siqi shook his head. “I heard those Chief Judges found a lot of leads and are tracking them down. They probably won’t be back anytime soon.”

Su Chen frowned, unable to hide his disappointment.

’Wei Yinsuo…’

…

The Judicial Court’s medical department was located in a rather remote spot in the southeastern corner.

Thanks to various Potions, the formidable regenerative abilities of Professionals, and the general safety within Ying Feng, it was rare for the main force of Judges to suffer major injuries.

It didn’t have a significant presence within the Judicial Court, and few people visited on a typical day.

But today was different. Judges from the Punishment Department were standing guard at the entrance.

In a medical room on the top floor, Wei Yinsuo’s body was suspended in a pale green liquid inside a cylindrical medical tank. Countless tiny bubbles drifted upward along his ravaged torso.

His injuries were horrifying. There was barely an inch of intact flesh on his entire body, and black blood continuously oozed out.

The regeneration fluid formed whirlpools around his wounds as new granulation tissue visibly wove itself back together. A circulation system on the side of the tank constantly replaced the discolored liquid.

Whenever the green liquid grew too murky, a filtration unit would light up with a blue glow, extracting the fluid and simultaneously injecting a fresh supply of the regeneration fluid.

On either side of the tank stood four medical-type Professionals, drenched in sweat. Green light streamed from their hands, weaving through the liquid and converging on Wei Yinsuo’s mangled limbs to rebuild them.

Suddenly, Wei Yinsuo’s injuries, which had just begun to improve, took a sharp turn for the worse. Wounds that had seemingly healed burst open again.

A large amount of black fluid gushed out, staining the regeneration fluid a dark brown.

BEEP—BEEP—

The real-time monitoring device outside the tank continuously refreshed its data stream, while Wei Yinsuo’s eyelids twitched. It seemed he was finally regaining consciousness.

“Stop…” the medical supervisor shouted urgently. The four Professionals ceased their actions at once. A mechanical arm suspended from the ceiling lifted Wei Yinsuo out of the tank and placed him on a nearby bed.

“Thank goodness… thank goodness…” He wiped away his sweat, watching as Wei Yinsuo’s eyes gradually opened.

“How is he? How’s the recovery going?”

The moment he stepped out, he was met with Chong Jingtian’s question. Behind him stood Jiang Shu Mo and You Shan, who was pinching the bridge of her nose.

Nearby, several Senior Judges watched with anxious expressions, Xue Fei among them.

“He’s awake…” Facing the Chief Judges, the supervisor was under immense pressure. “Judge Wei’s injuries are extremely severe. Plus, a highly corrosive Deceptive Divine Power still lingers in his body.”

“He was unconscious before. Forcing the repairs would have just turned his body into a battlefield and harmed him instead.”

“Fortunately, Judge You just repaired his Spirit Body. Now that she’s awakened him, we can use more advanced methods.”

Hearing this, Chong Jingtian breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that Wei Yinsuo was able to communicate, he led Jiang Shu Mo and You Shan inside.

“Chief…” Upon seeing Chong Jingtian enter, Wei Yinsuo, still somewhat dazed, tried to prop himself up, but the effort only brought a sharp stab of pain.

“Just stay lying down.” Chong Jingtian gestured with his hand, asking with concern, “What on earth happened? How did you get injured this badly?”

A bitter smile appeared on Wei Yinsuo’s long, gaunt face. “It’s all my fault. Because of a personal grudge, I paid no mind to Xia Hanshi’s warning, which led to this disaster.”

“Two cities were blood-sacrificed by the Black Tuo Followers. I was gravely injured and had to flee for months before I barely managed to escape.”

Chong Jingtian’s eyes flickered. He was already aware the cities had been blood-sacrificed; what he needed were the details. He pressed on, asking:

“Black Tuo typically favors twisted Spirit Bodies. However, according to the information we’ve gathered, it seems the Black Tuo Followers didn’t engage in much torture before conducting the blood sacrifice.”

“That’s right…” Wei Yinsuo’s expression turned grim. “That’s precisely why it caught me off guard. This blood sacrifice was very strange. It seems they stored up all the malevolent substances gathered from the flesh and Spirit Bodies, instead of offering them directly to the Deceitful God as they usually do.”

“They stored it up.” Chong Jingtian’s expression darkened.

Jiang Shu Mo then asked, “Old Wei, where did you run from?”

“…Black Tuo’s High Priest hunted me the entire way. I didn’t dare approach any cities along the route and just fled blindly.” As he said this, Wei Yinsuo’s face paled, and he began to cough dryly, black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“His Spirit Body nearly shattered. I’ve managed to stabilize it, but it will take a long time for him to fully recover,” You Shan explained.

“Chief, the Deceitful God Sect is planning something big. We can’t let our guard down,” Wei Yinsuo said urgently.

“I know. For now, just focus on resting.” Chong Jingtian sighed. He turned and saw the Senior Judges standing at the door. They were all Wei Yinsuo’s students, their faces etched with concern.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, his gaze grew distant. He turned back with a look of resignation. “Old Fourth, there’s something you need to prepare yourself for.”