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Chapter 389. Cultists

"Uh--"

Jiang Jianxin was already weak from her illness, and the sight before her made her stomach churn. She immediately bent over and began to dry heave.

But her stomach was empty, and only sour juice rose to her throat, choking her until her eyes turned red and her breathing trembled.

Summers quickly pulled a tissue from his pocket and handed it over, then looked down and rummaged around inside his pocket for a moment before pulling out a small medicine bottle.

"Wow..."

He poured out a white pill, examined it in the dim light, and frowned slightly.

After a brief pause, he used his fingernail to break the pill along the groove in the middle and handed the smaller half to Jiang Jianxin.

"A tranquilizer can temporarily stabilize your condition."

His voice was deep, but he spoke quickly:
"But taking too much is bad for your health, so I'll give you half a tablet. The effects will last about an hour."

Jiang Jianxin suppressed his nausea, took the half-pill, and swallowed it with water.

As the bitterness spread across his tongue, Summers returned to his original position, his back straight, listening intently.

"Da da……"

Behind him, footsteps approached from afar, neither hurried nor slow, yet each step seemed to punctuate the gaps in his heartbeat.

The reason we were in such a hurry to help Jiang Jianxin recover was because the real trouble was already upon us.

Hello, ma'am.

The man who had just placed the order was now standing a few steps away, his gaze passing over Summers and landing directly on Jiang Jianxin's pale face.

A slow smile crept onto his lips, a hint of deliberate concern in his expression.
"I think I heard you gagging just now... What's wrong, are you not used to the local customs?"

He was followed by more than ten men and women, all of them strong and muscular, their fiery red robes as striking as blood.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Jiang Jianxin, and their lips curled into similar smiles.

A woman with exceptionally muscular physique took half a step forward, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Jianxin's waist, and she laughed in a rough, hoarse voice:
"Look what's hanging next to her? Oh, a sword—and a flat, shabby one at that! Only the lowest of the low use such a piece of junk!"

Jiang Jianxin kept his head down and didn't say anything.

Only the Tangguang sword at his waist emitted a low, suppressed hum.

As soon as the woman finished speaking, a thin man beside her chimed in with a high-pitched voice:

"By Vulcan, carrying something like this, could it be that you're a beggar who crawled out of the slums?"

"He didn't even have a token on him."

Another person chimed in with a chilling tone:
"I think they are probably cultists who sneaked in from other realms."

“Cult members…”

Someone, drawing out their words, leisurely laid down their conclusion.

In an instant, all the men in red robes burst into laughter.

The flickering firelight made their oily faces shine even brighter, and their eyes gleamed in the shadows like beasts eyeing their prey.

"Aren't you all drawing your conclusions a bit too hastily?"

Summers stood up and silently blocked Jiang Jianxin's path.

He raised a hand, his face still bearing a gentle smile, but his tone left no room for argument:
"This is my friend, and also a full-time employee under the God of Wealth."

He took his work ID out of his pocket; the leather of the card holder gleamed coldly under the light.

When opened, the inside prominently displays the pink rose emblem of the Rose Group. The black and gold card is of exquisite quality, exuding a low-key yet noble style befitting someone under the wing of the God of Wealth.

"We are all affiliated with Rose Healthcare."

The thin man taking orders tilted his head and grinned.
“Young master, you are certainly one of the God of Wealth’s men… but the ‘friend’ behind you might not be so, right?”

His gaze bypassed Summers and pierced directly at the white-robed girl who kept her head down, his voice drawn out and lingering:
“Little sister, your friend even showed his work ID, so—what about yours?” Summers’s gentle smile vanished instantly.

His expression darkened slightly. He closed the card holder with his left hand and slowly raised his right hand.

The hand with its distinct knuckles froze in mid-air, a tiny glimmer of light emerging and flickering from its palm, like a candle flame about to be lit in the night wind.

However, before the energy could coalesce into a cohesive form, Summers heard a buzzing sound coming from behind him.

"Om..."

At first, it was just a low, trembling sound; the next second, the sound suddenly rose in pitch, transforming into a magnificent, sharp, long cry—

"Om————"

The air seemed to be torn open, and blinding white light burst out horizontally, condensing into a solid shock wave that swept across like an invisible moon.

The three or four men and women in red robes who were standing closest didn't even have time to react. Before the mockery on their faces had faded, their bodies were severed in an instant.

The crisp crack of bones breaking, the muffled sound of flesh tearing apart, and the sound of fabric ripping were all mixed together, but were mostly swallowed up by that sharp shriek.

The bright red liquid gushed out in an instant, then condensed into a thick mist in mid-air before slowly falling down.

Blood gushed across the ground, forming winding streams that flowed all the way to the edge of Summers' black leather shoes.

The light that had been dancing in his palm went out silently.

The air was filled with the stench of rusty blood, which mingled with the refreshing breeze carrying a faint scent of pine brought by the sword energy.

Summers slowly turned his head and looked at the girl behind him who was still looking down.

Her wisps of hair fluttered gently in the aftershocks of the impact, and she coughed twice, sounding somewhat unwell.

For the first time, a clear look of astonishment and shock appeared in his deep blue eyes.

"you……"

The word "you" rolled halfway in his throat, but in the end it just condensed into a short, breathy sound.

The surroundings were deathly silent, except for the sound of blood dripping, pattering, pattering, echoing in the empty hall.

The girl in white slowly raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the wrecked bodies and blood scattered on the ground, but her face remained expressionless, only as indifferent as a deep pool.

"Dr. Sa".

Her voice was soft, yet every word was clear:
"Did Jun Yunqi not mention this to you?"

She paused, gripped the humming longsword at her waist, and slowly stood up.

The hem of the white robe brushed against the pool of blood, yet remained completely unstained.

"Before I was confined to my bed with a serious illness, I once single-handedly slaughtered a sea of ​​corpses stretching for thousands of miles."

Jiang Jianxin raised his eyes, his gaze piercing like an icy blade as he looked at the remaining red-robed men frozen in place:

"Before the sea of ​​corpses was destroyed, I had also slaughtered the demons of eighteen cities."

"It's been a long time since I've encountered something so...inhuman."

She gave a very slight twitch at the corner of her lips: "Perfect, let Tang Guang drink some blood too."

"Om——"

The white light reappeared.

This time, the sword energy was wider and sharper, slicing through the air without hindrance, slicing through frozen, horrified faces, slicing through hastily raised arms and throats that wanted to scream—

"Wow..."

Then, everything fell silent.

Severed limbs and mangled bodies lay scattered on the ground, and a mist of blood slowly dissipated in the dim light.

Only the figure in white robes, wielding a sword, stood amidst the crimson, like a grim reaper emerging from an ancient legend.