Mad Doctor No. 9

Standing before Wang Tian, ​​Youming looked down at him and said, "Wang Tian, ​​it's over. I'll kill you first, then I'll go capture your mother. As long as I have enough of your blood, I can find other ingredients to refine a longevity elixir."

He raised his hand; his palm was pitch black and exuded an aura of death.

Wang Tian glanced at his hands and a smile appeared on his lips.

Youming frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Wang Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "You really thought I'd be waiting for you here?"

He took out a small remote control and pressed it.

A muffled thud came from the basement of the clinic.

It wasn't something like a bomb.

"This is... a bewitching incense? Seven-Step Fall! When did the Miao people ever learn the Seven-Step Fall technique?"

Wang Tian struggled to his feet. "Because I am the son of the Holy Maiden of the Witch Doctor Clan. Youming, how far have we progressed?"

Youming then realized that he had already taken six steps.

He felt his legs go weak and his vision started to go black.

"How is that possible? I'm immune to toxins..."

Wang Tian said calmly, "The Seven Steps to Despair isn't poison, but a type of Gu worm that specifically targets and breaks through the protective energy of internal martial arts. Have you felt any difficulty circulating your internal energy?"

Youming tried it, and sure enough, a needle-like pain came from his dantian, and his true energy dissipated.

"You tricked me!" he roared, ready to fight back.

However, Wang Tian was faster than him, and an Ice Soul Needle shot out from between Youming's eyebrows.

Youming's body stiffened, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

He hesitated, then collapsed to the ground.

The Lord of the Dark Palace, Youming, has fallen.

"The boss is dead! Retreat!" Upon seeing this, the remaining men in black immediately scattered and fled.

Xiao Hao led his men in pursuit, but only managed to catch some small fish and shrimp; the rest escaped.

Wang Tian sat down on the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

He was seriously injured by that blow.

Zhang Qingyun helped him up: "Go inside and get treatment quickly."

Wang Tian looked at the Medicine King Cauldron and said, "Wait." The cauldron was sealed by the nine needles and lay there quietly, but it still felt somewhat uneasy.

He stepped forward, intending to put the cauldron away.

However, the moment his hand touched the cauldron, something strange happened!

Suddenly, a beam of dark light shot out from the cauldron, heading straight for Wang Tian's brow!

Wang Tian groaned, feeling as if something had drilled into his brain, causing unbearable pain.

Zhang Qingyun called out, "Wang Tian!"

Wang Tian crouched on the ground, his hands covering his head, a jumble of chaotic images flashing through his mind: an ancient altar, a bloody sacrifice, the wails of countless people, and the face of a young mother, crying and struggling...

Wang Tian gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and murmured, "This is... a fragment of memory left by Youming in the cauldron."

After a while, the pain subsided, and he saw the key point:

More than 30 years ago, the Netherworld Cult attacked the Witch Doctor Clan. In addition to wanting to obtain the Medicine King Cauldron, they also wanted to seize the "Witch Doctor Bloodline". This was because the blood of the Witch Doctor Clan contained a special gene that could give people "Medical Heavenly Eye", a supernatural power that could see through the essence of diseases.

Wang Tian's maternal grandmother, the previous Holy Maiden, was captured by the Netherworld Sect and subjected to human experiments, which was utterly inhumane.

They extracted her blood and her genes, intending to create super soldiers.

Although the experiment failed, the data still exists.

Over the years, Youming has been searching for the descendants of the witch doctor clan, wanting to continue his research.

Only Wang Tian's mother, Li Xiulan, was spared from the consequences.

Wang Tian murmured, "So... they not only wanted to refine the elixir of immortality, but also wanted to continue that experiment..."

What shocked him even more was that behind the Netherworld Cult stood an even more powerful organization called the "Eternal Life Society".

The Dark Palace is just a branch of China.

The Immortal Society's goal is to research immortality, superpowers, and world domination.

"The Immortal Society... immortal and indestructible..." Wang Tian thought of Changsheng Pharmaceuticals and Pfizer, these two companies were the masterminds behind it all.

Zhang Qingyun asked with concern, "Wang Tian, ​​are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Wang Tian stood up from the ground. Although his injuries were severe, his eyes were firm.

The Underworld is dead, but the Eternal Society still exists.

They will definitely not let this go.

"The war is far from over."

Three days later, at Huichuntang's medical clinic in Tiancheng.

Thanks to Zhang Qingyun's meticulous treatment, Wang Tian's injuries have almost completely healed.

The Medicine King Cauldron was sealed within nine silver needles and then sent to the capital, where, under Elder Xu's arrangement, a specialized institution studied it.

The body of Youming was also taken away. The forensic examination results showed that the person was at least 120 years old, but his physical functions remained at around 50 years old—clearly the product of some kind of longevity experiment.

"The Immortal Society has established more than a dozen laboratories around the world." During the video conference, Old Xu said with a serious expression, "Among the computer data we obtained from Youming, there is a partial list. However, the core members have always been a mystery."

Wang Tian said, "Elder Xu, let me make the decision on this matter. Rather than waiting for them to come knocking on our door, it's better for me to handle it myself."

"Do you have a solution?"

"Yes." Wang Tian unfolded a world map: "According to Youming's memories, the Eternal Life Society has a very important laboratory in Southeast Asia, which specializes in genetic modification. I'm going there to destroy it and find my grandmother."

Zhang Qingyun said, "That's too dangerous. Your injuries haven't healed yet."

Wang Tian said, "It's precisely because their injuries haven't healed that they've let their guard down. Besides, I need to find clues about my grandmother. If she's not dead..."

Old Xu thought for a moment and said, "I can arrange a medical aid mission to Southeast Asia for you. However, you can only bring a few people in, and you must not reveal your identity."

"Qingyun and Guozi, I can handle it all by myself."

"I'll go too," Xiao Hao suddenly said. "I have a few friends there who can help."

Wang Tian nodded: "Okay, let's prepare to leave next week."

After the meeting, Old Xu was kept behind by Wang Tian.

"Elder Xu, I have a question for you," Wang Tian said. "How did Youming know we were in Tiancheng? How could he be so familiar with the layout here? Someone must have leaked the information."

Old Xu's expression was grave: "That's what I think too. We're investigating, but we don't have any evidence yet. It's best to keep this trip to Southeast Asia a secret."

"I understand," Wang Tian nodded.

Wang Tian left the conference room and returned to the clinic.

Zhang Qingyun was brewing a medicine.

She asked, "Wang Tian, ​​are you sure you want to go?"

"We have to go," Wang Tian said.

"Wherever you go, I'll go," Zhang Qingyun said seriously. "Besides, Longhu Mountain has connections with Southeast Asia and can provide us with some assistance."

"Thank you." Wang Tian held her hand, somewhat moved.