The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter 189 One Palm

This hall is much larger than the previous one, with a long table in the center that extends to the very end.

A quick glance reveals that the long table is at least seven or eight meters long, with nine chairs arranged in two rows on each side, stretching from the entrance to the main seat at the far end of the hall.

The layout clearly indicates that this is a council chamber.

The council chamber was quiet at the moment, with only Mr. Du sitting at the head of the table, his face solemn.

A sound came from the doorway; it was the same butler from before. He quickly approached Mr. Du, glanced at the pale-faced man, and bowed, saying, "Mr. Du!"

"Hmm." Mr. Du looked up at the sound of the voice, glanced towards the door, and frowned. "Nothing happened, right?"

"They wouldn't dare to act recklessly here, but just now, before they left, Hong Zhen even threatened us..." The butler's face was very unpleasant.

"Ahem!" Mr. Du's brows furrowed even more. He slowly stood up, supporting himself on the table. His face flushed slightly, and he coughed softly.

"Mr. Du, how are you..." The butler's expression changed when he saw her condition, and he reached out to help her up.

Mr. Du waved his hand, slowly stopped and turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked up at the three big characters "Youth Society" above his head in silence.

"Mr. Du, judging from their appearance, they probably won't let this go. They'll definitely cause us trouble. Should we..." The butler's eyes flashed coldly when he saw Mr. Du's injuries.

How could Mr. Du not know this himself?

In Huang Tingfu's eyes, she is now a traitor who has betrayed her sect. They will never let this go. Don't think that just because the Daoist sect is wary of the Qi people, they can ignore their massacre of our people.

However, they would never ignore matters such as cleaning house, which are related to the prestige of their mountain.

But he still slowly shook his head and said, "Hong Zhen is a martial arts grandmaster. If we really fight to the death, we will pay an extremely heavy price. Moreover, that group of younger generation is even more troublesome. Each of them has an extraordinary background. If we really fight, the entire Daoist sect will immediately come out in full force to deal with us! We are not like Bai Changqing. Apart from that clinic, we have no other entanglements and can hide at any time. The Youth Society is spread throughout Mingzhu. If they want to force us out, they have plenty of ways."

Upon hearing this, the butler could only remain silent.

The barbarians are wary of Mr. Du because they don't want Mr. Du to ruin Mingzhu, so they are hesitant to act rashly.

However, the Daoist sect might be different. The steward was no stranger to their temperaments; Xiao Dao was proof of that. Apart from Mr. Du, no one in the entire Youth Society was taken seriously by him.

To achieve their goals, they won't care whether Mingzhu is in disarray or not; if that's the case, things will be very bad.

"Fine, let them be. We don't have time to deal with them right now." Mr. Du stopped thinking about it. Although he had turned against them, it wasn't enough to provoke a full-scale attack from the Huang Ting Mansion. He turned around, his gaze fixed on the doorway, his expression sharp once more: "These barbarians have slaughtered our entire street with impunity. We cannot remain indifferent. Issue my personal order: summon the twelve hall masters and the six district heads of the Youth Society to this place immediately for a meeting."

"Yes!" The butler bowed in response, but did not leave immediately. He straightened up, his face showing some hesitation, and said, "Mr. Du, now that you have turned against the Daoist sect, it's hard to say whether they will retaliate at any moment. Our top priority is to handle this matter properly. Should we consider the matter with the barbarians more carefully..."

He hoped Mr. Du would remain calm and not act impulsively, lest he find himself in danger.

Mr. Du's eyes were sharp as knives as he said firmly, "The dynasty is gone, the officials and soldiers are gone, and now only our Youth Society is left in Mingzhu. If even we can't make them understand that Mingzhu is not a place where they can do whatever they want, then tomorrow two streets, three streets will be slaughtered."

At this point, Mr. Du looked at the steward: "There is no other choice. The dynasty is gone, the officials and soldiers are gone, the powerful and wealthy are gone. We are all alone here. No one will come to our aid. We have to take action ourselves. So this time, even if the Youth Society is crippled, we must make the barbarians pay a bloody price so that they will never dare to raise their butcher's knives so recklessly again. You must remember, as long as Mingzhu lives, the Youth Society will not fall."

The butler took a deep breath: "Yes!"

Is the Pearl Society really all that's left?

Whether it is true or not, no one will remember that the King of Mingzhu was the King of Ming!

The sun is westward.

The house remained as quiet as before.

But the silence at this moment sent a strange chill down one's spine!

Lin Suyin, dressed in white and who had been practicing martial arts in the room, has now opened her eyes, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

She felt as if the air had become heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

Finally, she couldn't help but stand up and walk step by step toward the window. As if by instinct, she felt that everything was unusual coming from outside the window.

Of course, there was also a gut feeling that opening the window might reveal that person.

She hesitated; having witnessed the scene of the King and the young lady sitting and drinking tea together, she didn't want to see it again.

Standing at the window, I glanced back at the porch, but there was no movement at the doorway.

Normally, Ning'er would have already brought the meal by this time, but today, after Ning'er left, she never returned.

She slowly exhaled, feeling uneasy about the inexplicably oppressive atmosphere, and pushed open the window.

Looking outside, she was right.

At a glance, I could see that person standing far away downstairs.

Lin Suyin instinctively wanted to close the window, but then paused, sensing that something was off.

Mo Bai stood silently downstairs, surrounded by A Jiu, Ning'er, and a group of young people.

In front of them was a stretcher, and on the stretcher lay a person who was not moving.

Beside the stretcher was another man, dressed in black short clothes, similar to the young men in the courtyard. He was kneeling on the ground, bent over, with his head touching the ground.

No one spoke; the silence was eerily profound.

Mo Bai stood there quietly without moving. A Jiu beside him had already reddened her eyes, and Ning'er was in tears.

The men around him gritted their teeth, their eyes were red, and their fists were clenched.

"A-Jiu!" After a long while, Mo Bai's voice rang out softly.

"Sixth Master!" Ah Jiu bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.

"How many people died in total?" Mo Bai raised his head and looked up at the sky.

"One hundred and nineteen people!" Ah Jiu knelt down with a thud, tears finally streaming down her face.

"Waaah..." Ning'er couldn't hold back any longer and knelt down on the ground, crying loudly.

The men around him immediately knelt on one knee and remained silent.

At the window, Lin Suyin couldn't hear the distant sounds, but this scene made her heart skip a beat: "Has something happened?"

"One hundred and nineteen people..." Under the setting sun, Mo Bai gently raised his hand: "What are you waiting for?"

"Yes!" The group of men stood up abruptly, and in an instant, their killing intent surged like pillars of light.

As the sun set, a sudden gust of wind howled, followed by churning clouds and a change in the sky's color.

Lin Suyin looked up, and the weather had changed!

Mo Bai finally turned around, and only then did he realize that Mo Bai's face was once again as dull as when he first arrived in Mingzhu, and his eyes were devoid of all emotion.

He looked up and saw Lin Suyin at the window.

Lin Suyin lowered her head and closed the window.

Mo Bai lowered his head and raised his hand: "Everyone, let's go!"

"Yes!" Without hesitation, the group of men darted away in a flash.

There were only four people left on the scene: Ajiu, Ning'er, the kneeling man, and Mo Bai.

Mo Bai looked at the kneeling person: "It's not your fault, get up!"

The kneeling man slowly straightened up, his eyes red with tears, and trembled as he said, "Sixth Master, I was right here..."

Mo Bai remained silent for a moment: "Living is harder than dying. Go!"

"Yes!" The kneeling man stood up, turned and left, but after a few steps, he turned back and knelt down again, kowtowing three times to Mo Bai.

Mo Bai looked at him, closed his eyes slightly, but did not speak again.

The man rose again, his figure soaring into the air. In the instant the clouds obscured the sky and raindrops began to fall, he leaped into the distance, an boundless sharpness emanating from him...

"Sixth Master, Zhang Zhan, he..." Ah Jiu murmured, tears mingling with the torrential rain as she gazed at the departing figure.

Mo Bai opened his eyes, his hair wet from the rain. He didn't make a sound, but his eyes were even darker than ink. He turned to Ning'er and said, "You go too!"

Ning'er, who was crying loudly, paused.

"Sixth Master..." Ah Jiu suddenly realized what was happening and quickly kowtowed, "Sixth Master, Ning'er, she..."

"The people who died today were all implicated by me. Everyone in my household will offer their blood as a sacrifice." Rain streamed down his pale face, but could not soften his features. His voice was unusually cruel.

"Sixth Master! Ning'er, Ning'er, she..." Ajiu's body trembled as he pleaded. Although Ning'er was skilled in martial arts, she had never truly fought a life-or-death battle.

"Bang!" Mo Bai kicked A Jiu hard, sending him flying several meters away before he crashed to the ground. Ignoring the pain, A Jiu tried to get up and kneel again, but Mo Bai's voice made his face turn deathly pale: "If you don't want to be my person, then get out of here!"

"Sixth Master, please calm down, please calm down..." Ah Jiu kowtowed desperately.

"Ah Jiu!" Ning'er finally reacted and quickly looked at Ah Jiu. Then she kowtowed to Mo Bai and cried, "Sixth Master, I'll go! I'll go kill the barbarians right now and avenge the neighbors..."

Mo Bai turned around, looked up at Lin Suyin's window, and then walked into the attic with a sullen face.

Behind him, Ajiu and Ning'er turned and ran away.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

As footsteps approached, Lin Suyin, who had already sat back down on the prayer mat, felt a sudden jolt in her heart.

These footsteps don't belong to Ning'er.

She lowered her gaze silently, waiting for any movement at the door.

The room was dark, and the sky outside the window was gloomy, so the lighting was poor.

But as Mo Bai pushed open the door, he could still clearly see the quiet figure sitting cross-legged on the futon.

This was the first time Mo Bai had stepped into this house since arriving at this small courtyard.

He walked slowly to Lin Suyin's side.

Wet water droplets fell in front of Lin Suyin's eyes, but Lin Suyin remained sitting silently and motionless.

Mo Bai didn't say anything, and directly placed a palm on her shoulder.

"Hmph!" Lin Suyin immediately let out a muffled groan, then abruptly looked up at Mo Bai: "You..."

Without uttering a word, Mo Bai turned and walked away step by step under her angry gaze.

Only when there was no more sound did the tingling and numbness in Lin Suyin's body subside slightly. She stood up weakly, but staggered back a few steps and fell back onto the bed.

Having no idea what was happening, this man suddenly ran over and slapped her without saying a word...

She tried to sit cross-legged on the bed to regulate her breathing, but her inner energy seemed to be suppressed by a heavy stone, and she remained completely still.

She opened her eyes again and looked at the open door, gritting her teeth in silence.