Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 102: Ghost Hand

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Ghost Hand

The things that were thrown out were all the severed limbs and arms of the disciples from the four major sects, and even a human head.

None of the eight disciples from the four major sects who entered the cave survived, and all of them were dismembered, dying gruesome deaths.

This was like poking a hornet’s nest, nearly a hundred martial artists outside the cave were inflamed with indignation, each of them shouting furiously at the cave, clenching their fists in readiness to rush in and avenge their fallen comrades.

Fang Bai, hidden not far in the small woods, was also secretly alarmed.

The eight Yellow Level Martial Artists had been torn apart and tossed out in the blink of an eye. If this was indeed the work of the Spirit Ape, it proved that what the disciples of the four major sects had said was correct; not only was the Spirit Ape powerful, but its methods were also brutal.

The small woods where Fang Bai was located were only two hundred meters away from the cave, which was not beyond the range of his senses.

When the eight disciples from the four major sects were killed, Fang Bai could sense a fierce and violent aura emanating, and after the limbs were thrown out of the cave, the aura returned to calm, leaving only the faint senses of breathing and heartbeat.

This indicated that the Spirit Ape’s control over its own bodily functions had reached an extremely high level.

Fang Bai thus deduced that the Spirit Ape’s strength had reached the level of a Profound Level Martial Artist and was comparable to his own, equivalent to a mid-tier Profound Level Martial Artist.

Just how terrifying a Spirit Ape with strength comparable to a mid-tier Profound Level Martial Artist and a ferocious nature could be, Fang Bai was very clear about.

Although the four major sects had over a hundred people, they would not stand a chance of killing the Spirit Ape and obtaining the treasure of a Heaven Level Martial Artist without paying a heavy price.

It seemed that not rushing to show himself and act hastily was a very wise decision.

Fang Bai secretly felt fortunate about this.

Fang Bai considered that even if he took action, he could not guarantee with certainty that he could kill the Spirit Ape.

However, if he really were to battle the Spirit Ape, by relying on his rich combat experience from his previous life and his extensive array of cultivation techniques, Fang Bai was confident that he could defeat the Spirit Ape. All he needed was time.

The hundred-plus martial artists from the four major sects, standing outside the cave, were screaming and yelling. Although they were all emotionally charged and thunderous in voice, not a single one dared to actually charge into the cave and fight the Spirit Ape.

After the martial artists had cursed at the mouth of the cave for a while without seeing the Spirit Ape appear, they grew bored and began thinking of other ways to force the Spirit Ape out and encircle and annihilate it.

Some martial artists continuously threw stones and other objects into the cave, while others set dry grass and wood on fire and threw them into the cave, but usually, as soon as anything was thrown in, it was immediately thrown back out by the Spirit Ape.

The disciples of the four major sects were both angry and anxious, yet could not think of any good plan.

Just then, a young male disciple from Myriad Medicine Valley stepped forward out of the crowd and said, "Stop throwing things at random, let me try."

"Ghost Hand, what can you do?"

Bian Xiqi, the leader from Myriad Medicine Valley, knew that his nephew was young, but full of cunning ideas, and couldn’t help but ask.

The disciple known as Ghost Hand smiled and said, "Uncle Bian, have you forgotten that I can control bees?"

"Control bees?"

Bian Xiqi was taken aback, about to say what use controlling bees would be, when a light bulb went off in his head, and he laughed loudly, "Haha, I know what you’re up to now, kid! Hurry up and use your trick. It’s up to you whether we can force out that Spirit Ape."

Ghost Hand grinned, took out a small jade bottle from his body, opened the stopper, and a rich fragrance of flowers immediately filled the air, extending in all directions with the mountain breeze.

A moment later, a buzzing sound arose; the martial artists in the valley looked up to the north sky to see a dark "cloud" drifting toward them.

"It’s bees!"

As thousands upon thousands of bees swiftly flew overhead, the faces of the martial artists in the valley slightly changed. They didn’t understand where so many bees had come from and worried that the swarm would plunge down to attack them.

With their strength, they were not afraid of ten or so bees, and they could handle dozens or even hundreds, but the concentrated attack of thousands upon thousands was indefensible. Once their True Yuan was exhausted, and the bees took advantage of that vulnerability, the consequences were unthinkable.

It would be a laughingstock if a esteemed martial artist were to be stung by a swarm of bees, leaving large red welts all over the body.

Fortunately, the swarm only circled over Ghost Hand’s head without attacking anyone.

The martial artists breathed a sigh of relief and turned their eyes towards Ghost Hand, wondering how he would control the swarm to flush out the ferocious Spirit Ape from the cave.

Ghost Hand’s expression was grave as he tightly clutched the medicine bottle in his hand, constantly shifting his position, and finally stood firm on a rock near the cave.

From his standing position, any mountain breeze would carry the rich floral scent from the bottle in his hand into the cave.

Some of the more astute martial artists had expressions of realization on their faces, faintly guessing what Ghost Hand intended to do next.

Hum—

Suddenly, Ghost Hand made a humming sound similar to that of bees. This sound started smoothly but soon took on an aggressive and murderous tone.

The bees circling over Ghost Hand’s head, as if receiving a command to attack, formed a long queue and followed the trail of the floral scent from the medicine bottle, rushing into the cave.

Soon after, a thunderous rumble echoed from inside the cave, accompanied by the sharp and piercing angry howls of the Spirit Ape; clearly, the swarm had brought considerable trouble to the ape and enraged it.

Seeing Ghost Hand reveal this skill to control bees, the disciples from Shaolin Temple, Qingcheng Temple, and Misty Rain Tower all displayed looks of vigilance on their faces.

Although Ghost Hand’s own strength was not strong, he could control a swarm to carry out the attack, which, in the eyes of the disciples from the three major sects, made him as threatening as a Profound Level Martial Artist.

After a burst of noise from the cave, a white figure flashed, and a giant white-furred ape, nearly two meters tall, shot out like an arrow.

The swarm of bees closely followed behind the White Ape.

After bursting from the cave, the White Ape, with human-like eyes, looked towards Ghost Hand holding the medicine bottle, then with fierce light in its gaze, it lunged at Ghost Hand.

"Ghost Hand, be careful!"

Bian Xiqi, the leader from Myriad Medicine Valley, knew that the White Ape was targeting Ghost Hand and immediately shouted a warning while also moving swiftly to aid him.

The White Ape was hulking and appeared clumsy, but its speed was exceptionally fast; in the blink of an eye, it had darted more than ten meters. By the time Ghost Hand reacted, the White Ape’s palm, large as a cattail leaf fan, was already swinging towards Ghost Hand’s head.

The White Ape’s strike was both swift and fierce, seemingly with the force of a thousand catties, and Ghost Hand even heard the sonic boom of its palm slicing through the air.

The attack strength of a Profound Level Martial Artist could break stone tablets and split rocks; Ghost Hand knew that if his head were to be struck by the White Ape’s palm, it would likely burst open like a watermelon on the spot.

In shock, Ghost Hand desperately dodged to the left while raising the one-foot-long Bronze Medicine Pestle in his hand, using all his might to block the palm strike from the White Ape.