What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Then he began to speak:

"Qi Yuan, immediately notify all groups."

Qi Yuan's expression turned solemn, he abruptly brought his feet together, and loudly replied, "Yes!"

"Using this location as the center, we will conduct comprehensive surveillance of all mountains, forests, towns, and major transportation routes within a radius of fifty kilometers."

"Activate the Skynet system, mobilize all available resources, and conduct a comprehensive search for all fugitives."

At this point, Po Jun paused for a moment, then uttered the last few words:

"If there is any armed resistance, kill them on the spot!"

"Understood! Kill them on the spot!"

Qi Yuan repeated the order without hesitation, then immediately turned around, took out a tactical terminal, and began sending top-secret instructions.

Just then, Qingyunzi, who was standing aside preparing to leave, reached out and patted the ash off his robes, then turned his gaze to Pojun.

"By the way, Captain Shen."

Upon hearing this, Po Jun immediately turned around and looked at Qing Yunzi.

Qingyunzi tucked his hands into his wide sleeves and slowly began to speak:

"If you want to make a move against that old madman Shi Jing, you'd better hurry up and seize the opportunity."

"Once you miss this opportunity, you might not get another one."

Po Jun's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Does the Daoist mean that Shi Jing's current state has hit rock bottom?"

"It's more than just hitting rock bottom."

Qingyunzi chuckled and said.

"This old madman is in very bad shape right now."

When we just sparred, I could see it clearly, old man.

He not only had strange knife wounds inflicted by that kid, but also lingering traces of fire poison.

I reckon that when he attacked that kid earlier, he forcibly borrowed some underground ley line fire to enhance his strength, just to be on the safe side.

The earth's vein fire is a violent force naturally generated by heaven and earth; how could a flesh and blood body easily contain it?

Now, with the backlash from the fire poison, coupled with the conflict from the bloodthirsty energy, his body is like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

At this point, Qingyunzi, without waiting for Pojun's reply, smacked his lips and muttered to himself:

"And yet we still haven't managed to kill this kid... It's fucking weird."

"In all my years of wandering the world, this is truly the first time I've seen a young man with such a resilient life."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Po Jun's eyes.

This intelligence is crucial.

The cauldron master, who had suffered from the backlash of fire poison and the erosion of evil energy, was now only one-tenth of his former strength.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to execute someone.

Po Jun nodded, clasped his hands together again, and said with a touch of solemnity:

"Thank you for the reminder, Taoist priest. This information is crucial for our upcoming operation."

Qingyunzi waved his hand casually, looking completely unconcerned.

He then turned his gaze to Qi Yuan, who was sending out instructions.

Looking at this younger man dressed in modern special forces uniform, Qingyunzi's eyes softened with the gentleness of an elder, and he said:

"Little Yuan, cultivate diligently, lest you tarnish the reputation of Maoshan. This old Taoist is leaving now."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan immediately stopped what he was doing.

He looked up, his eyes filled with obvious reluctance, and hurriedly took two steps forward, calling out:

"Grandmaster Uncle, when will you return to the mountain?"

Master and several senior disciples miss you very much and often talk about wanting to hear you give a sermon.

Qingyunzi didn't turn around, but instead, with his back to Qi Yuan, he laughed heartily twice.

His figure began to appear somewhat erratic in the breeze, as if he were blending into the surrounding dilapidated jungle.

With just a few seemingly casual leaps and bounds, it had already covered a distance of dozens of meters, its speed so fast that it was secretly alarming.

Qingyunzi's figure grew farther and farther away.

Only a single, ethereal word, carried by the wind, echoed slowly above the ruins:

"We'll meet again if fate allows..."

……

dark.

The boundless darkness enveloped my entire being.

I don't know how long I've been floating here; time seems to have lost its meaning in this space.

Here, I can't feel my hands and feet, I can't feel my breath.

Even their thinking became as sluggish as a rusty gear.

Just when I thought I would be forever lost in this void, a faint ray of light, like the dawn breaking, barely tore open the veil of chaos.

As this ray of light arrived, the first thing I felt was a faint yet exceptionally resilient coolness.

It resides deep within my brow, like a lighthouse standing firm amidst raging storms, radiating a calming power and guiding my consciousness slowly back to its source.

As consciousness gradually returned, my five senses began to recover slowly, like a thawing river.

The first thing to recover was the sense of smell.

A familiar smell of disinfectant slowly entered my nostrils.

Although the smell was somewhat pungent, it gave me a sense of grounded reality.

Next comes hearing.

I heard a steady, rhythmic "beep...beep..." sound coming from some kind of electronic instrument.

Apart from that, the surroundings were very quiet, with only a faint hissing sound similar to that of an air conditioner blowing air.

Finally, the sensations of touch and pain, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed my entire body.

"hiss……"

Suddenly, I gasped in shock.

My body felt as heavy as if I had been soaking in a swamp for over a decade.

Every muscle and every bone seemed to be groaning in despair.

The malevolent energy within his body had completely dried up, leaving his meridians empty.

Especially the meridians in my arms and chest cavity that I connected using the Self-Sewing Technique.

The pain, as if I were being pierced by countless steel needles and burned by raging fire, made me wish I could faint again immediately.

But I know I'm still alive.

I used all my strength to try to open my eyes.

But my eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The glaring light made me immediately close my eyes again.

After several attempts to get used to it, I was finally able to see the scene before me clearly.

The first thing you see is a snow-white ceiling, with several IV drip bottles hanging overhead.

The clear medicine was flowing, drop by drop, into the veins on the back of my hand through the thin tube.

I turned my somewhat stiff eyeballs and found myself lying on a large hospital bed.

The ward was spacious and very clean, even luxurious.

Various advanced vital sign monitoring instruments, whose names I don't know, flashed indicator lights beside the bed, and several potted plants with vibrant greenery were placed in the corner.

I turned my neck with difficulty and looked to the right side of the bed.

A chubby, familiar figure came into view.

He was lying on the edge of my hospital bed, with most of his body pressed against the chair and his head resting on his arm, fast asleep.

It even emitted a soft snoring sound.