Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 657: Death Is Not the Final Form

Chapter 657: Chapter 657: Death Is Not the Final Form

"Ah!"

He saw the gaping maw advancing.

The apocalyptic scene made the three women completely abandon any thought of counterattack.

After all, being devoured by such a monstrous Jiao, with their strength, they didn’t even have a chance to fight back.

Ning Mengyao hugged Lin Fan in desperation, who still had no reaction.

If they couldn’t grow old together, then dying together might not be a bad outcome either.

"Fickle-hearted, wake up..."

Zhao Jiaqi also hugged Lin Fan’s arm from the other side.

At that moment, the only solution she could think of was Lin Fan.

Unfortunately, her final cries still couldn’t awaken his consciousness.

The unmoving Lin Fan continued to be like a statue, without even the intention of opening his eyes.

"Lin Fan!"

The tremendous maw struck, wreaking havoc.

Xu Zhi Rou, who held a knife, had no intention of escaping either.

Even though she was the only one here who had a chance to avoid this lethal strike.

Dropping the knife, Xu Zhi Rou turned her head and hugged Lin Fan’s neck from behind.

Perhaps she could escape, perhaps if Lin Fan died, the demon summoned by the Onmyoji’s life sacrifice would also stop attacking.

But she didn’t want to waste that thought.

If Lin Fan were to die, what meaning would her life have?

Thus, the three women ultimately chose to use their bodies to shield the lifeless Lin Fan until death arrived.

"Bang!"

As the evil Jiao’s mouth viciously smashed onto the ground.

Everything within a ten-meter radius was encompassed in its mouth.

The spraying river sand left the area in complete disarray.

"Pfft!"

Just as the four were being swallowed by the evil Jiao, a silver light suddenly shot through the sky.

Accompanied by the sound of tearing through the air, the light instantly passed through the evil Jiao’s neck.

It directly severed its enormous head.

Following that, a similarly gigantic white crane flew in, and its sharp claws directly grabbed the severed head.

It flung it forcefully to the side.

Only then did two figures drift down from mid-air.

Despite both being covered in stains of blood, their transcendent aura remained unmistakable.

"That was close. I almost lost my three daughters-in-law!"

The elder walking in front led, carrying a wine gourd on his back, was none other than Lin Fan’s master, Mr. Zhao.

He smiled and waved his sleeve, sending a strong gust of wind that parted the pile of dirt in the middle.

The three women were still maintaining that protective posture around Lin Fan.

Their eyes tightly shut, they were unaware of the events that had transpired outside.

"Brother, don’t just care about your disciples’ wives, it seems your precious disciple is also in big trouble."

Mr. Zhang, holding a horsetail whisk, his expression serious, looked at Lin Fan.

He had already sensed that the latter’s life force was so weak it was nearly negligible.

And upon hearing the two elders’ voices, the three women finally snapped back to reality.

"Old Heavenly Master... please save Lin Fan!"

Zhao Jiaqi looked despairingly at the Old Heavenly Master, while Ning Mengyao spotted Mr. Zhao on the other side.

"Master, Lin Fan seems to have suffered soul damage... please help him."

The three women, faces covered with tears, looked pleadingly at the two elders.

However, their hearts felt somewhat more settled at this moment.

"Don’t rush, don’t rush; we aren’t missing any parts, are we?"

Mr. Zhao stepped forward, glanced at Lin Fan, and then stretched out his hand to grip his wrist.

Mr. Zhang walked over as well, his face serious as he looked at his senior brother.

Indeed, as Mr. Zhao’s expression turned increasingly ugly, everyone felt as though their hearts were being squeezed.

They almost forgot to breathe, staring intently at Mr. Zhao.

"Lin Fan is in big trouble this time!"

Finally, Mr. Zhao shook his head with a grim expression.

He looked at Mr. Zhang with a particularly complex gaze.

"Master...is there really no way to save him? Please think of something... whatever the cost."

Ning Mengyao covered her mouth, struggling to control the tears that flowed.

He was Mr. Zhang’s senior brother, Lin Fan’s master.

His abilities were definitely formidable.

"His body is actually fine, his meridians are even more robust than before, but his soul has entered the Chaos Period... It’s like it’s been stirred into a pot of porridge, beyond what human effort can save!"

Mr. Zhao frowned, walking up to Ning Mengyao, "But don’t worry, I have only one disciple. Even if I have to search through all the famous mountains and great rivers, I will definitely find a way to restore him. However, before that, he will probably have to continue on foolishly. If you can’t take care of him, I’ll send him back to Wudang Mountain."

"I can... I’m his wife, I can certainly take care of him... But Master, how long will it take for you to find a way?"

Ning Mengyao spoke without hesitation.

With Lin Fan turned into this state, how could she possibly feel at ease leaving him in someone else’s care?

"This... if quick, three to five years... if slow, maybe ten to eighteen years... or perhaps even forever!"

Mr. Zhao sighed deeply.

With the soul turned into this mess, whether there is a way to save him in this world is still unknown.

Thus, he couldn’t guarantee anything to anyone.

"No problem, Master, rest assured, whether it’s three to five years, or ten to eighteen years, or even a lifetime, as long as Ning Mengyao still breathes, I will never forsake him, until you return."

Ning Mengyao wiped the tears from her face.

This wait could sustain her for a lifetime.

"Right, right, I can help take care of him too!"

"Me as well!"

Zhao Jiaqi and Xu Zhi Rou also quickly raised their hands, they would help no matter what.

"Alright, Lin Fan will be in your care then. The current plan has already been broken, but the losses for Dragon Tooth were not small, so my senior brother and I have to go elsewhere to provide support. You guys go ahead and regroup at the camp."

The Heavenly Master, his hands behind his back, watched as a blood-covered white crane flew in from afar, the two of them promptly leapt into midair.

The next moment, they stepped onto the flapping white crane and flew into the distance.

"Senior brother, was what you just told Meng Yao true?"

Mr. Zhang couldn’t help but look towards Mr. Zhao.

Everyone knew that once a soul was damaged, it was a hundred times more severe than physical injuries.

Lin Fan’s condition had gone beyond simple injuries; he had fallen into chaos.

It was as if his three souls and seven spirits were shattered and mixed together.

In this world, is there truly the capability to separate them?

"Half true, half false."

Mr. Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, his usually jocular face now intensely serious.

"Which half?"

Mr. Zhang asked anxiously.

"The soul falling into chaos is true, but finding a method is false. Since there is no method in this world for treating a damaged soul, how could there be a way to cure a soul that has fallen into chaos? Therefore, whether he can awaken also depends on whether he can break free from the bonds of chaos. However, if he does wake up, he will likely not be the Lin Fan we know."

Mr. Zhao stroked his beard, his expression solemn.

"What would he be then?"

Mr. Zhang’s question made Mr. Zhao fall silent again.

It was only after a long while that he finally uttered a few words.

"The Ancestor of the Five Corpses, the Great Catastrophe of All Things!"