Invincibility starts when I see the BOSS health bar.

Chapter 994 Only One Survivor Remains
"Opportunity? What opportunity?" Fang Yu stared at the words on the note, his mind racing.

What exactly is this "once-in-a-lifetime opportunity" that Lulu mentioned? What could possibly make her set aside such deep-seated hatred and even be willing to cooperate with her, the "traitor," once again?
He suddenly thought of last night.

Last night's turmoil was no ordinary event.

Could it be that the "opportunity" Lulu mentioned is related to the dramatic events that occurred last night?

Has she, or rather the forces behind her, already learned the truth about last night's events?
Curiosity, like a hundred claws scratching at his heart, made Fang Yu restless.

He needs to know exactly what happened last night! It concerns the entire situation in the capital, and also Qingyao's safety!
With such a commotion last night, did Qingyao escape unscathed? What exactly is he planning to do in the capital? Is he safe? Did he achieve his goal?
Moreover, Hei Ao and Zuo Lü are still in Lulu's hands.

Although these two people belong to the same clan, they are his own people, and he cannot sit idly by.

And... Elder Yan Jin.

Elder Yan Jin was one of the few high-ranking members of the Absolute Sect who had shown goodwill towards Fang Yu, and even considered taking him as a disciple.

Lulu said, "For Elder Yan Jin's sake," which implies that Elder Yan Jin might also be involved.

Or is Elder Yan Jin protecting him?

Lulu's connections are deeply rooted in the imperial court.

Her eagerness to seek cooperation, even at the cost of setting aside hatred, suggests that this "opportunity" might actually be related to a dramatic change in the court's upper echelons.
Thinking back to the widespread chaos of last night... Fang Yu's guess became clearer and clearer.

"A trap, huh..." Fang Yu muttered to himself, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

Lulu's invitation is bound to be a trap.

Given her cunning, there's no way she'd genuinely cooperate.

but……

For Qingyao's sake, he must uncover the truth of last night.

He couldn't ignore it for Hei Ao and Zuo Lü's sake.

He also wanted to see what that "opportunity" might be, one that could help Lulu let go of her hatred.

Even if it's a den of dragons and tigers ahead, or an ambush from all sides, he has to go and brave it!
Fang Yu took a deep breath, crumpled the paper in his palm, and the powder fell through his fingers.

His gaze regained its firmness and sharpness, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

He glanced at the address left at the end of the note—it was a seemingly ordinary teahouse in the western district of Beijing.

Without hesitation, Fang Yu's figure blended into the shadows, silently leaving the dilapidated City God Temple and stealthily heading towards the unknown "Feast at Hongmen".

The waters of the capital were deeper and more murky than he had imagined.

And the eye of the storm seemed to be sweeping towards him.

……

Deep underground, far from sunlight and noise, there is only eternal darkness and oppressive silence.

This is one of the organization's core strongholds.

The air was thick with a pungent odor, a mixture of the stench of blood and the bitter aftertaste of herbs, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

The cold stone walls reflected the light from the pale blue crystals embedded in the ceiling, barely illuminating the makeshift medical room.

Shadow Monkey, known among the Twelve Generals for his ghostly movements and deadly assassinations, now resembled a broken rag doll, barely managing to sit up from the cold wooden hospital bed.

Every slight movement was accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain in my chest and abdomen, as if my internal organs were being repeatedly ripped apart by invisible claws.

His pale face was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his lips were cracked. Only in his deep-set eyes did flames of resentment and anxiety still burn.

He looked around.

In the small medical room, several identical hospital beds were placed side by side.

On the bed closest to him lay Shouma, half of his body wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, one arm twisted unnaturally, his heavy breathing punctuated by phlegm, clearly indicating severe lung damage.

Next was Chiji. His severed hand was wrapped in a thick layer of ointment. Although he was conscious, his eyes were empty, and his former ruthlessness had vanished.

In the corner, Qian She curled up. Although she had no presence in last night's operation, she had still forcibly participated.

Already injured, she was forced to participate in the battle, and now Mi Tu has only been able to keep her alive by using the most precious bone-healing ointment. She is still in a deep coma and her vital signs are weak.

As his gaze swept over the pale, pained, or unconscious faces, Shadow Monkey's heart sank deeper and deeper.

The Twelve Generals, the organization's twelve sharpest blades, withered away overnight.

He endured the excruciating pain and made plans in his mind.

Fire Dog and Pang Pig, among others, have all perished, and Bone Tiger's fate remains unknown...

As for the others, including him, many of their meridians were damaged, and their combat strength was reduced to less than one-tenth.

As for the Grave Sheep and the Secret Rabbit, these two non-combatants are naturally excluded.

After all the calculations, there are very few people left who can still be considered to have the ability to act and carry out tasks!
This also includes the Grave Sheep and the Secret Rabbit, which have almost no melee combat ability, as well as the Floating Dragon, which is equivalent to losing its combat power.

After all, last night's operation involved the seventh prince of the Great Xia Dynasty! Even with meticulous planning and swift action, their capabilities could only reach this level.

What's more troublesome is that the Seventh Prince also brought many experts with him, which greatly reduced their combat strength.

Even so, they were not strong enough to defeat the Seventh Prince; they relied entirely on His Majesty's intervention...

That fleeting glimpse of power was like the descent of a demon god from the netherworld, instantly suppressing the Seventh Prince.

That is His Majesty's... true strength!

Having witnessed all of this, the Shadow Monkey was filled with confidence in the organization's future.

Although the current situation is not very good.

I remember that after the Venerable One dealt with the Seventh Prince, he surveyed the battlefield and instructed me to have the organization send more men.

Shadow Monkey understood perfectly well that with the grand plan imminent, manpower issues couldn't be a hindrance.

This heavy burden fell on Shadow Monkey's shoulders, firstly because he was one of the few who had sustained relatively minor injuries and remained relatively clear-headed during last night's operation, and secondly because of his strength, which was almost top-tier within the organization, second only to Floating Dragon.

but……

Murder? The Shadow Monkey is an expert; it can find its target's most vulnerable throat even with its eyes closed.

Recruiting people? For him, that was even more troublesome than breaking the ancient magic array.

When an organization recruits, it values ​​qualifications, character, and loyalty—all are indispensable. Where can one find suitable candidates who can be immediately put to use in a short time?

He leaned against the cold headboard, his brow furrowed, feeling the pain in his chest intensify.

"Tsk, you barely escaped death, instead of lying down properly, you're here pretending to be all gloomy and deep?"

A cold, slightly impatient female voice rang out.

It was MiTu who came over carrying a tray.

She wore a simple white medical coat, her long hair was simply tied up, revealing her smooth forehead and a pair of bright eyes.

But his eyes were now filled with weariness and displeasure.

She missed the opportunity to participate in the frontline operation last night and witness the unparalleled prowess of the Venerable One, which fueled a nameless anger within her.

To make matters worse, almost all of the "Lord's Slaves" who participated in the mission last night were wiped out.

The heavy responsibility of retraining a new batch of loyal slaves naturally fell to her, requiring a great deal of her effort and time.

Adding to the burden was a room full of seriously injured patients, each requiring her meticulous treatment and medication... The workload was overwhelming, leaving her almost breathless.

The appointment with Fulong had to be postponed.

She walked to the shadow monkey's bedside and, with not-so-gentle movements, lifted the bandage on his abdomen.

The wound was gruesome, with the skin and flesh turned inside out. Secret Rabbit examined it carefully, her brow furrowing slightly: "The recovery is slower than expected. If you move around any more, this wound will never heal."

As she skillfully cleaned the wound and applied a turquoise ointment with a strange, pleasant fragrance, she couldn't help but complain, "None of them are any good! That big idiot Shouma, I told him to rest, but he insisted on showing off and almost dislocated the set bone again! And Zhenji too, he just stares at his broken wrist all day and doesn't even take his medicine properly..."

Shadow Monkey endured the cool, stinging sensation of the ointment, but his gaze followed Secret Rabbit's complaints and fell on his colleague groaning in pain on the hospital bed next to him.

Secret Rabbit's words were like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog in his mind.

The shortage of manpower... is rooted in the fact that everyone's injuries are too severe!

Even with the organization's treasured, priceless elixirs, it could only barely keep him alive and alleviate his injuries.

For someone as seriously injured as Zhenji and his group, it would be impossible to recover their fighting ability in less than three to five months.

While Mi Tu's medical skills were undoubtedly superb, arguably among the best in the world, she was, after all, only one person. She had to treat so many seriously injured people at the same time, as well as train her lords and slaves, so her energy was limited.

"Everyone has their own expertise..." the shadow monkey murmured to itself.

Secret Rabbit is strong in cultivating the special "creatures" of the Venerable Slave, as well as in researching other things.

But in terms of purely treating external injuries, reconnecting meridians, and accelerating healing, perhaps... there are people who are even more skilled in this area?

If we could find a miracle doctor specializing in healing and prolonging life, and combine that with the secret rabbit's medicine, could these seriously injured colleagues recover much faster? Even if it's just a month or even half a month earlier, it would be a huge relief given our current manpower shortage!
The moment this thought arose, the shadow monkey's mind became active.

However, he glanced at the rabbit who was carefully re-bandaging him.

This old lady was known for her pride and arrogance, and she had an almost obsessive confidence in her medical skills.

If you suggest finding another doctor to help in front of her, it would be tantamount to slapping her in the face and questioning her abilities.

The consequences... Shadow Monkey shuddered as he thought of the torture methods the Secret Rabbit used to make people wish they were dead.

Within the organization, Shadow Monkey, aside from maintaining absolute reverence for His Excellency, has always been unruly and even somewhat reckless towards his colleagues, including other members of the Twelve Generals.

But later, he accidentally learned some "secrets" about the Secret Rabbit, which made Shadow Monkey realize that you should never offend anyone, especially not the logistics personnel in the organization, particularly those who hold the power of life and death. They may not be able to kill you with one punch on the front lines, but they have a thousand ways to make you regret ever being born.

"It's nothing," Shadow Monkey said, forcing a stiff smile. "I've just been lying down for too long, and my bones are a bit stiff."

Secret Rabbit glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't press the matter further. She simply finished tying the bandage neatly and went to treat the injury of the guard horse next to her, still muttering under her breath, "Stiff bones? I think your brain is stiff! Save your energy. If you keep messing around, your martial arts path will be over, and you'll never be able to return to your peak condition in this lifetime."

This was originally just a habitual warning from the Secret Rabbit, but to the Shadow Monkey, it was like adding fuel to the fire, further solidifying his thoughts.

While the Secret Rabbit was facing away from him, focused on treating the rock's troublesome wound, the Shadow Monkey took a deep breath, endured the excruciating pain, and silently slid off the bed.

His movements still carried the sluggishness of a seriously wounded person, but the agility of a top assassin remained.

"Where are you going?" The rabbit asked without turning its head, but its voice came clearly, carrying a hint of barely perceptible wariness.

Shadow Monkey paused, inwardly cursing that this woman's senses were still so sharp. "I'm feeling uncomfortable lying down, I'm going out to stretch my muscles and get some fresh air." He tried to make his voice sound calm and natural.

"Stretch your muscles?" The Secret Rabbit finally turned around, staring coldly at him. "Shadow Monkey, I'm warning you, your meridians are as fragile as dried spider webs, and the injuries to your internal organs haven't fully healed. If you dare to fight again, or force yourself to circulate your internal energy, causing your wounds to reopen and your internal injuries to worsen... leaving irreversible health problems, your life will truly be over! At that time, even if the Venerable One himself comes, I will be powerless to save you!"

Her tone was resolute, and her eyes were sharp as knives.

Shadow Monkey felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that she was not exaggerating.

He nodded: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll just walk around nearby." After saying that, without waiting for Secret Rabbit to speak again, he leaned against the wall and walked out of the medical room with a slightly unsteady gait.

The rabbit's warning did not deter him; on the contrary, it was like a shot in the arm.

He had to find that miracle doctor as soon as possible! For his own sake, and for the organization's!
Stepping out of the medical room, which reeked of medicine and pain, one enters a wider passageway leading to the Ghost Spring stronghold.

The stone walls on both sides of the passage were also inlaid with dark blue crystals, and the light was dim, making it difficult to see anything.

The air was filled with the smell of damp earth and an indescribable, metallic rust-like odor.

The shadow monkey, supporting itself against the cold stone wall, slowly moved forward.

Every step aggravated his abdominal wound, but he endured it, trying to regulate his breathing and allow his body to adapt to this level of movement as quickly as possible.

He needs to find the Floating Dragon.

He remembered that a renowned physician accompanied Fu Long, whose medical skills were extremely superb. Fu Long was currently spending all his time at the Ouyang residence, hoping to use this physician to break the seal on himself!

If we could get this legendary doctor to help us...

Just as he turned a corner, preparing to head to the area where Fulong was recuperating, he caught a glimpse of a furtive figure out of the corner of his eye.

On one side of the passageway, there is a huge room separated by a transparent crystal wall.

Inside the room, dozens of transparent culture tanks, each about half a person's height, were arranged in rows and filled with a pale green liquid.

Each jar contained a naked, humanoid creature with its eyes closed, which was the new generation of "Slaves" being cultivated by the Secret Rabbit.

They are like sleeping fetuses, with tubes of varying thicknesses connected to their bodies, delivering substances that sustain life.

At this moment, a figure dressed in a gray robe and with a slightly hunched posture was pressed against the crystal wall, almost touching his face. His eyes gleamed with an unusual light under the dim blue light as he intently observed the Venerable Slave in one of the cultivation tanks.

It is indeed a "grave sheep".

(End of this chapter)