Start with the hidden role of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, and immediately unleash 100,000 Yin Soldi

When Chu Jiang returned home, the smell of medicine was even stronger than before he left.

The moment the iron gate was pushed open, a bitter smell that permeated the entire room hit my nose and mouth.

The light in the inner room was on, and Dr. Zhang's footsteps echoed back and forth in the small space, his hurried steps making the wooden floorboards creak.

Chu Jiang took three steps to the door of the inner room.

Jiang Yingxue lay on the bed, the moisture on her breathing mask so thin it was almost invisible.

There was a layer of gray on her brow, not because of the lighting, but because it was a dead gray that seeped from under her skin, spreading along her forehead to her temples.

The poison has already reached the internal organs.

Dr. Zhang squatted by the bedside, adjusting the IV drip rate, his fingers clenched so tightly they turned white.

Hearing the noise, he looked up, saw Chu Jiang, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Chu, what's wrong with your mother—"

Chu Jiang didn't let him finish speaking.

He walked to the bedside, took his backpack off his shoulder, unzipped the innermost zipper, took out the specially made jade box, and placed it on the bedside table.

With a "click," the latch popped open.

A warm, blood-red light emanated from the gap in the box lid, instantly illuminating the dimly lit inner room.

Dr. Zhang's words caught in his throat.

He stared at the Ganoderma lucidum in the jade box.

It was entirely blood red, with fine spiritual patterns flowing across its surface. The medicinal fragrance was not strong, but with each inhalation, one could feel the spiritual energy vibrating slightly in the nasal cavity.

Grade B Blood Jade Lingzhi.

He had seen photos of it in the atlas, but he had never seen a living, real person right in front of him in his entire life.

Dr. Zhang's hands began to tremble.

He looked at Lingzhi, then at Chujiang.

Eight hundred thousand.

A product from the depths of a B-grade dungeon.

The eighteen-year-old boy in front of him, an F-rank Soul Guide, had remained silent just three days ago when he received the slip of paper with information about the medicinal herbs written on it.

Three days.

Dr. Zhang opened his mouth twice, but couldn't get anything out of him.

Saving lives is the priority.

He forced down the trembling in his hands, took a small silver knife from the medicine box, and cut off the purest piece of the Ganoderma lucidum core.

The moment the blade touched the surface, a few drops of crimson liquid seeped out, condensing into beads in the air without falling.

The spiritual liquid was poured into a specially made medicine bowl and mixed with the pre-prepared guiding liquid.

Dr. Zhang lifted Jiang Yingxue's head and fed her little by little.

The medicine enters the throat within three seconds.

Jiang Yingxue's body suddenly arched.

Spasm.

Intense, uncontrollable spasms throughout the body, as if an invisible hand were forcibly bending the spine upwards.

Her eyes darted rapidly beneath her tightly closed eyelids, and the deathly gray layer on her forehead, instead of receding under the stimulation of the drug, quickly spread across her entire face.

The readings on the simple bedside monitor started jumping wildly, and a piercing alarm blared.

Dr. Zhang's expression changed drastically.

"This is bad! The spiritual poison has been accumulating in my meridians for too long. Injecting the medicine is like waking it up! The backlash is happening faster than the medicine can integrate!"

He inserted a silver needle into an acupoint on Jiang Yingxue's wrist, attempting to use acupuncture to assist in guiding the medicinal effects.

But the moment the silver needle pierced through, a layer of grayish-black rust appeared on the tip.

The poison was so potent that it even corroded the silver needles.

Dr. Zhang inserted one silver needle after another, not even bothering to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead into his eyes.

"Xiao Chu, go get the Zhenmai Powder from my medicine box—"

Chu Jiang did not move.

He stood by the bed, looking down at his mother's convulsing and contorted face.

I didn't panic.

Chu Jiang reached out his right hand and pressed down on Jiang Yingxue's cold wrist.

A wisp of power probed in through the fingertips.

Extremely understated. So pure that it is devoid of any impurities.

It is not spiritual power, not battle aura, and not any energy that can be categorized within any awakened system.

The power of the underworld in Fengdu.

The moment this power seeped into Jiang Yingxue's meridians, the frantically retaliating spiritual poisons within her body all came to a halt.

Like a pack of wild dogs tearing apart their prey, suddenly sensing a dragon standing behind them.

It's not that they were suppressed.

It was crushed.

The essence of spiritual poison is a mutated product of death energy erosion, and ultimately it still belongs to the realm of the Yin and Yang.

What flows within Chu Jiang is the supreme authority of the Yin-Yang order.

Under the Emperor, all ghosts submit.

The spirit poison didn't even have the right to struggle.

Those gray-black toxins that had been entrenched deep within the meridians for over a decade crumbled and vanished into nothingness wherever the power of darkness swept over them.

The blocked meridians were reopened, and the medicinal power of the Blood Jade Lingzhi surged in like a tide, smoothly infusing into every organ and meridian that needed repair.

It took less than two seconds.

Jiang Yingxue's spasms stopped.

His arched body slowly slumped back onto the bed, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

The deathly gray that had spread across his forehead receded like the receding tide, and a trace of color began to creep up his cheeks from his lips.

The alarm on the monitor stopped, and the readings returned to the normal range, fluctuating steadily.

Dr. Zhang stood frozen in place, holding the seventh silver needle.

He served as a military doctor for forty years and had seen all kinds of wounded soldiers on the battlefield.

He had dealt with this kind of spiritual poison backlash no less than twenty times. Each time it was a tug-of-war with death, and the fastest time was still four hours.

two seconds.

From the moment the poison launched its furious counterattack to its complete demise, it took two seconds.

Dr. Zhang's gaze fell on the hand that Chu Jiang was using to hold his mother's wrist, then he looked up at Chu Jiang's face.

The boy's expression was calm, no different from usual.

Dr. Zhang swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

He couldn't find a reasonable explanation, and could only attribute it to the fact that the quality of this Blood Jade Ganoderma far exceeded his expectations.

After all, it's something worth 800,000.

……

Half an hour later, Jiang Yingxue's breathing became completely steady, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The moisture on the mask became even and stable. Although his face was still a little pale, it was completely different from the deathly ashen look he had before.

Dr. Zhang packed up his medicine kit and called Chu Jiang to the living room.

He sat down in the chair, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and remained silent for several seconds before speaking, his tone more solemn than Chu Jiang had ever heard before.

"The spiritual poison has been completely suppressed, but her internal organs have been damaged for too long, and the next two months will be a critical recovery period."

He held up one finger.

"She absolutely cannot be exposed to any high-level spiritual energy fluctuations during these two months."

"Whether it's an external shock or an internal shock, even the slightest one can cause the newly repaired organs to collapse again, at which point there will be no cure."

Chu Jiang nodded.

"I've got it."

Dr. Zhang patted him on the shoulder, said nothing more, and left with his medicine box.

The door closed.

The living room quieted down. The smell of medicine was still strong, but it had lost some of its musty, decaying odor.

Chu Jiang stood there for a few seconds, then went into the kitchen, washed the medicine bowl, turned it upside down on the stove, and returned to his room.

The room was small, with a bed, a desk, and an old wardrobe.

There are stacks of review materials on the desk, but they're no longer needed.

Chu Jiang opened the wardrobe, folded the Netherworld Cloak and put it at the bottom. When he took some odds and ends out of his pocket, his fingertips touched something hard.

He paused for a moment.

He pulled out a jade pendant from the deepest part of his pocket.

It's old, the edges are worn rounded, the jade is no longer translucent, and it's covered with a layer of grayish-yellow patina.

The only item left behind by his father, Chu Yuanzheng, before he disappeared.

Chu Jiang held the jade pendant between his fingertips and brought it close to the lamplight to examine it.

The surface was engraved with a circle of runes, which he had seen since childhood, but they had always been blurry, as if they were obscured by some force.

But at this moment...

The runes are now clear.

Not all of them, but only the outermost three or four characters, which had changed from indistinct engravings to recognizable strokes.

Chu Jiang's pupils contracted slightly.

He tried to mobilize the Netherworld power within his body, but only a very slight trace seeped into the jade pendant through his fingertips.

A resonance echoed from deep within the jade pendant.

Extremely faint, like an echo heard through several thick walls.

But that frequency is the same as the pulsation of the Fengdu bloodline in his body.

Chu Jiang stared at the jade pendant for a long time before carefully putting it back close to his body.

Father's matter cannot be rushed.

He turned off the desk lamp, lay down fully clothed, and needed to rest because he was mentally exhausted today.

My eyes had been closed for less than two hours.

A piercing air raid siren tore through the night sky.

Chu Jiang suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and pushed open the window.

A cold night wind blew in, carrying a pungent, burnt smell.

East of the city.

On the horizon, large swirling, distorted crimson lights surged, as if someone had lit a giant furnace beneath that sky.

The color and flow of the light were exactly the same as the dark red pillar of light on the altar at the bottom of the Bone Wasteland.

The distant roars of monsters echoed, deep and resounding.

Interspersed among them were the roar of military armor engines and the high-frequency buzzing of energy weapons firing.

The phone screen lit up.

The red notification pop-up window filled the entire screen.

"Jiangcheng Military Emergency Notice: The Class C Abyss Rift in the eastern part of the city has expanded abnormally. The entire city is on Level II combat readiness. All Awakened Ones are to remain in place and await further orders!"