Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 414: Waste Utilization

Chapter 414: Chapter 414: Waste Utilization

On the windswept hillside,

Yamamoto Ichiro’s mouth was stained with fresh blood.

His face was deathly pale as he stared at the silent night sky.

"Mr. Yamamoto, you... are you alright?"

Having regained consciousness, Ning Bingcai, supported by Ning Changfeng, came over.

He looked at him with a worried expression.

Just now, a gush of fresh blood had sprayed out.

The sight had given both father and son a shock.

In the wilderness full of desolate graves,

the scene seemed even more eerie.

"Damn it, my Shikigami has been injured... Which blind fool dare harm my Shikigami!"

Yamamoto Ichiro clenched his fists and roared furiously.

As an Onmyoji, he was one with his Shikigami.

Therefore, he could fully empathize with the pain his Shikigami was suffering.

"Could it be Meng Yao’s lover? That kid can really fight; he took out several of my men."

Ning Changfeng immediately thought of Lin Fan.

The thought of his horrifying combat abilities sent chills down his spine.

"Nonsense, my Shikigami is a divine beast, how could ordinary punches and kicks injure it? It must have been those damned practitioners of your country’s mystic arts interfering with my cultivation!"

Yamamoto Ichiro glared blood-red eyes at the father and son.

The twisted look frightened both of them into trembling.

"Mr. Yamamoto, perhaps we should leave first. If someone really does come after us, that would be quite troublesome."

Ning Bingcai simply wanted to flee as quickly as possible.

After all, he knew if the pursuers caught up, none of them would survive.

"I must wait for my Shikigami to return; it has been seriously injured... It needs to absorb enough Yin energy to survive."

Yamamoto Ichiro clenched his fists.

Though he did not know the extent of the Shikigami’s injuries,

as long as its inner core wasn’t destroyed, it wouldn’t die.

Being linked in life with the Shikigami, he wouldn’t die either.

"Then... then Mr. Yamamoto, you get busy. We can’t help you here, and we’ll only get in your way. I’ll help my dad down the mountain to wait for you."

Ning Changfeng was quite shrewd.

Now that Yamamoto Ichiro had been seriously injured,

whoever had hurt the terrifying monster,

if that person actually did come after them, they likely wouldn’t survive.

So at a time like this, running away was the best way to stay alive.

"Right, right, I’ll head down the mountain now."

Ning Bingcai naturally understood the danger.

He hurriedly agreed and turned to leave.

Fearing being implicated by Yamamoto Ichiro.

"Cowards... merely lowlife that knows only how to run away..."

Watching the father and son flee clumsily,

Yamamoto Ichiro cursed furiously.

But at this moment, he couldn’t contact his brothers for help.

After all, Hino Hiroshi had instructed that during this period, they must not overuse the Shikigami.

If he found out that he had disobeyed his orders,

even if he survived,

he wouldn’t escape punishment within the sect.

So he had to wait for his Shikigami to return and then figure out how to heal and treat it.

As time went on,

an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The sudden appearance of a crack in thin air brought a hint of joy to Yamamoto Ichiro’s face.

However, when he saw the diminished form of the dark beast, his face grew even paler.

Because he understood the situation all too well,

the dark beast’s inner core must have suffered heavy damage.

"It’s okay, as long as you’ve returned, I’ll tend to your injuries right away."

Yamamoto Ichiro quickly stumbled over to the black beast, which lay weakly on the ground, unable to move.

Blood continued to seep from its wound.

Seeing the dire situation, Yamamoto Ichiro immediately went back to the ritual altar.

He dipped his finger in the blood that was dripping from the corner of his mouth and started tracing symbols on it.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose.

Countless ghostly green flames shot out from several hundred grave mounds.

This is the last energy left by the corpse, the yin energy.

As he burned the yellow talisman paper,

it surged over from all directions towards the dark mass.

"Ao..."

Groups of yin energy rushed into the body of the dark mass.

The intense pain made it raise its head and howl ceaselessly.

"Hey, why waste time? Without the inner core, all this yin energy is useless."

Suddenly, the appearance of a figure made Yamamoto Ichiro startled.

Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Lin Fan standing nearby with a cold smirk on his face.

"What are you here for?"

Yamamoto Ichiro glared at Lin Fan with disgust.

From their first meeting, he had never liked him.

"Of course, I’m after this beast. I had no idea it was one you were raising?"

Lin Fan, with his hands behind his back, walked up to the ritual altar.

"You... it was you... you injured my shikigami and stole my inner core!"

Hearing this, Yamamoto Ichiro’s eyes went wide with shock.

The inner core is where the Primordial Spirit of the shikigami resides.

No wonder, even as a yin creature, it could suffer such severe injuries.

It was all this guy’s doing.

"That beast of yours wanted to swallow me first. Did you really think I’d let it consume me without a fight?"

Lin Fan looked at the dark mass sprawled on the ground.

Even though the yin power continued to surge from the surroundings,

without the inner core, it could not transform.

Now, it didn’t even have the strength to lift its head.

"Return the inner core to me, quickly!"

Yamamoto Ichiro, without the time to argue with Lin Fan,

knew that without the support of the inner core, the shikigami would quickly turn to nothingness.

And by then, his own death would be certain.

"To kill at a moment’s notice, to return something just because you say so, do you really think this is your own house?"

Lin Fan squinted his eyes, looking at Yamamoto Ichiro opposite him.

This guy with the mustache looked sleazy and annoying.

"Hurry and return it... if my shikigami dies... I’ll have your entire family buried with me..."

Seeing the shikigami no longer moving, Yamamoto Ichiro furiously lunged at Lin Fan.

But just as the words left his lips, a flash of cold light passed by.

His head flew off from his body, soaring into the air.

The headless body collapsed powerlessly onto the ground.

A gush of blood sprayed onto the dark mass.

But it still lay motionless on the ground.

It gradually turned into a pile of white bones.

"Little devil, you got off easy this time. Go to hell first and save seats for your brothers and sisters, and say hello to the King of Hell. I’ll be sending the main forces over soon."

Lin Fan kicked over the ritual altar that stood there.

The jars and bottles that had been placed on the table scattered all over the ground.

Also falling were a few items that looked like spirit tablets.

Lin Fan stepped forward to look and saw some foreign characters written on them.

"You were even worshiping a fox spirit?"

He crushed the spirit tablets underfoot.

Lin Fan picked up the bones of the dark mass and started walking away.

Though evil, the creature surely had medicinal value.

This is the theory of traditional medicine.

All things can be used in medicine.

Blasts of the night wind whistled through the mountains and fields.

Until the sun was about to rise,

a few figures arrived at the hillside.

Hino Hiroshi, frowning, looked at the body lying on the ground.

"Who allowed him to set up a ritual altar on his own!"

"It was... he insisted on setting up the altar... I couldn’t stop him!"

The woman who had followed Yamamoto Ichiro lowered her head, not daring to meet Hino Hiroshi’s eyes.

Hearing this, Hino Hiroshi’s brows furrowed even more.

"Clean up the scene. Yamamoto Ichiro had considerable strength before his death; take his body to Beitiao Qian Naizi, have him refined into a yin corpse, and perhaps he can be of some assistance in the matter of seizing the dragon bones!"

"Yes!"