Chapter 1614: Refining Poison in the Human Body

Tianxue Domain.

Inside a remote and hidden residence.

A blood-stained palm tremblingly placed a sharp scalpel onto an iron tray on the table, scarlet blood dripping onto the floor...

Chu Muyun’s chest heaved violently, his face pale as paper. He struggled to wrap bandages around the wound below his chest, layer by layer. Blood seeped from beneath the bandages, as if a flower of blood were blooming on his body.

Only after finishing the final dressing did Chu Muyun finally relax, collapsing into his chair, beads of sweat the size of beans falling like raindrops from his forehead.

After resting for a full ten minutes, his lips finally regained a hint of color. He looked up at his reflection in the glass, his blood-stained hands gently rubbing the bandages on his body, his gaze filled with complexity.

The reflection in the glass flickered slightly...

A figure like a ghost was already standing behind him.

It was a figure wearing a white peaked cap, a pair of snake-shaped earrings swaying silently. The sharp, blade-like gaze beneath the brim was fixed intently on Chu Muyun in the reflection.

"You... are courting death."

Seeing Bai Ye appear, Chu Muyun froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly:

"How did you find me?"

"I am the current leader of the Thief God Path. Is finding you really that hard?" Bai Ye snorted coldly.

Chu Muyun just looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to continue.

"Fine... I stole the memories of Heart 8."

"Was that necessary?" Chu Muyun said with some helplessness.

"Everyone knows what the situation is like outside. All the Medical God Paths are trying their best to stop the plague, yet you are the only one whose whereabouts are unknown... This isn't your style." Bai Ye glanced at his bandaged chest.

"I knew you were secretly up to something shady."

"The way you put it... someone who didn't know better would think I'm the villain." Chu Muyun shrugged. "[Blood Butcher] has always been an outlier in the Medical God Path. It's only reasonable for an outlier to use outlier methods, right?"

Bai Ye narrowed his eyes:

"So your method is to turn yourself into a petri dish for the virus?"

Chu Muyun closed his eyes and did not answer.

"Speak."

"...Using humans as vessels, planting curses, refining poison with flesh and blood, gestating serum... This is an old tradition of our Chu family." Chu Muyun smiled self-deprecatingly. "I'm just inheriting my father's mantle."

"But your father was a beast!"

"No matter how beastly the method, if it can save people, why not use it?"

Bai Ye was speechless for a moment, finally spitting out five words:

"But you will die."

"You said it yourself, all the Medical God Paths are trying to stop the plague... Although my [Blood Butcher] is unconventional, I am still part of the Medical God Path." Chu Muyun looked at Bai Ye in the reflection and chuckled lightly.

"If I didn't have the resolve to sacrifice myself to save others, how could I have been favored by the Divine Path in the first place?"

Bai Ye was stunned.

He stared blankly at Chu Muyun in the glass reflection. Behind the silver-rimmed glasses were eyes that were calm and firm... He was Spade 7 of the Twilight Society, but he was also one of the many in the Medical God Path.

"You Medical God Path people, really..." Bai Ye struggled for a long time, unable to find a word to describe them.

"You came at the right time."

Chu Muyun interrupted him directly. "Right now, seven different viruses are fighting and merging within my body. Soon, they will slowly devour my organs and flesh... The further it goes, the weaker I will become."

"Before I get the final result, I need someone to protect me. Otherwise, any ordinary person could take my life."

Bai Ye frowned at him: "Are you sure that using this method... will really yield a 'result'?"

Chu Muyun was silent for a moment. "Not sure. When my father used this method to get results, I wasn't by his side during the critical period... And this time, I've merged seven viruses at once. I'm not sure if I can succeed in the end."

"Then why are you still..."

"People always need some hope, don't they?"

Bai Ye shook his head helplessly. Things had reached this point, and he couldn't stop Chu Muyun... Chu Muyun had even started implanting the virus into his body before entering the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury. From the very beginning, he hadn't left himself a single path of retreat.

"Fine." Bai Ye stopped trying to persuade him.

"Let me, a thief, be your bodyguard for a while... And when needed, I can help you steal away your 'pain'."

Chu Muyun, slumped in his chair, raised an eyebrow and smiled:

"Thank you."

……

In a haze,

Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the white ceiling above, Chen Ling was briefly confused, then slowly recalled what had happened, letting out a long sigh...

Good, it seems his life was tough enough; he had survived.

When he instructed Wu Yi in the Gray Realm, Chen Ling seemed calm and collected, but in truth, he didn't know if he would survive such severe injuries... He only knew that going anywhere else would be too late, and if Wu Yi had charged into the Cangyun Domain with such fanfare, he would likely have been surrounded and wiped out by humans.

Therefore, Chen Ling had no choice but to let Wu Yi dump him into the domain, then use his last bit of strength to change his face. If he was lucky, he might have a chance to get treatment; if he was unlucky, he would have to rely on his [Blood Garment] and regenerative abilities to try and tough it out...

But looking at it now, he seemed to be in a medical clinic. Had he been saved by someone?

Chen Ling staggered to a sitting position, discovering that his previously mangled body had grown back for the most part, with only his lower legs yet to regenerate. At the same time, a wave of intense dizziness washed over him.

The [Blood Garment] could indeed achieve regeneration from a drop of blood, but the consumption of mental energy was not small. Chen Ling had already consumed a massive amount of mental energy to regenerate from half a skull and half a chest to his current state... coupled with the series of battles before, he was already somewhat overdrawn.

Even so, if Chen Ling rested and regenerated slowly, growing back his lower legs would only be a matter of a few hours.

Gusts of breeze drifted in through a crack in the window, causing the clinic's curtains to flutter silently and bringing with them the faint sound of conversation from another room... Chen Ling looked around, grabbed a wheelchair by the bed, and sat down lightly.

No one would have expected that the dignified World-Ending Calamity, the Red King of the Twilight Society, would actually end up in a wheelchair one day...

Fortunately, he had changed his face before entering the Cangyun Domain. Otherwise, if this news got out, the "fearsome reputation" of the Twilight Society would be diminished by a large margin.

As Chen Ling pushed the wheelchair through layers of curtains, the conversation in the distance became clearer.

……

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Chen Ling, the great King of World-Ending, the respected Red King of the Twilight Society... I've hit a writer's block, can you stay in that wheelchair for another day? (Hands pressed together) (Humble face)