Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 474: A Thought of Greed, Boundless Slaughter.

Chapter 474: Chapter 474: A Thought of Greed, Boundless Slaughter.

All two hundred disciples of Qingcheng Temple who were present were martial artists, the backbone of Qingcheng Temple in the Ancient Martial World of Huaxia. If they were slaughtered or disabled, Qingcheng Temple would fall into a state of utter decline and eventually become nothing more than an ordinary Taoist temple.

When Taoist Priest Qingxuan asked this question, it was directed at Fang Bai. He knew that although Fang Bai was the youngest, his strength was the greatest, and he was the backbone of the three.

"How things turn out isn’t up to me, it’s up to him!"

Fang Bai pointed to Ghost Hand, who was in the midst of cultivation, and said indifferently, "Wait until he finishes his cultivation, then let him tell you himself!"

Ghost Hand was sitting cross-legged, completely lost in his practice. His True Yuan flowed through his limbs and bones, rapidly strengthening and expanding his meridians and blood vessels under the constant impact of the True Yuan. The sphere of True Yuan within his Qi Sea was also growing more robust.

The fluctuations of aura emanating from Ghost Hand became increasingly intense, and his momentum climbed higher and higher. Except for Fang Bai, the martial artists nearby were secretly astonished by the changes coming from Ghost Hand. They had not expected such commotion from a martial artist who was just a junior at the Profound Level.

Wu De had already ascertained that the cultivation technique Ghost Hand practiced was at least of Heaven Rank, and possibly even higher.

Suddenly, Ghost Hand’s body trembled slightly. After reaching a peak state of the martial artist’s aggressive and offensive aura, it rapidly receded and finally returned to calmness.

At this moment, Ghost Hand appeared just like an ordinary person, not at all like a martial artist possessing extraordinary skills.

Even someone as powerful as Wu De found it harder to see through Ghost Hand at this time, feeling that both Ghost Hand and Fang Bai were shrouded in a mist that made them seem profound and elusive.

"If Ghost Hand advances another minor realm, he might even be able to fight on par with me! It’s hard to believe unless seen with one’s own eyes! Goodness! These master and disciple are each more monstrous than the other!"

Wu De, looking at Ghost Hand who had successfully advanced and was about to leave his cultivation state, sighed inwardly.

Before meeting Fang Bai and Ghost Hand, Wu De originally thought he was the unparalleled talent of the Martial Dao in this world. But he was surpassed by Fang Bai, and even Fang Bai’s disciple Ghost Hand was almost at his level.

When Ghost Hand opened his eyes again, there was a significant change in his aura, his eyes sparkled like lightning, and he exuded an intense Killing Qi all over his body. With his blood-soaked clothes, he resembled a god of slaughter.

Even Taoist Priest Qingxuan, a high-ranking expert at Profound Level Perfection, felt an oppressive force when facing Ghost Hand, who was two minor realms below him. This was beyond his comprehension.

"The battle of life and death is indeed a good way for martial artists to improve their strength. It’s just too bad that in this Secular Ancient Martial World, it’s too hard to find a worthy opponent!"

Watching Ghost Hand stand up, Fang Bai also sighed silently, thinking that for the time being, his cultivation could only rely on a large number of cultivation resources for support. If he wanted to continuously temper himself through life and death struggles, he would have to go to the Hidden Sect World, where there were Heaven Level martial artists.

After Fang Bai had reincarnated, perhaps because he inherited some of the original owner’s thoughts, he found that he couldn’t quite let go or part with his family, friends, and beauties from the Secular World.

At least until his dear friends and beauties became martial artists and possessed enough ability to protect themselves, Fang Bai would not consider leaving the secular mortal world for a long time.

In Fang Bai’s view, the Hidden Sect World and Minor World of this plane should be quite similar to the Cultivation World and Immortal Realm of his previous life’s plane. There were numerous sects and martial artists, all adhering to the survival rule of the jungle: where the strong prey on the weak and the powerful are respected.

In such a world, one has to vigorously cultivate to gain dignity and status, hence it offers incomparable benefits to a martial artist’s strength improvement.

But for Fang Bai, who cultivates with a heart full of emotions, such a world with its scant regard for personal relationships paled in interest compared to the Secular World he currently resided in.

The word "affection" could sometimes hinder cultivation, but at other times it could also become a significant aid in a martial artist’s path of cultivation.

In his past life, Fang Bai wouldn’t have been able to stride vigorously along the path of martial dao and ultimately achieve the status of Immortal Emperor if he hadn’t had friends by his side and a favored consort to accompany him.

"Elder Taoist Qingxuan, do you remember the massacre at Myriad Medicine Valley?"

Ghost Hand, clad in blood-stained garments, marched up to Qingxuan with large steps and demanded loudly.

"You... who are you...?"

Upon hearing this, Taoist Qingxuan was greatly surprised and immediately thought of the recent event where all the Profound Level experts of Misty Rain Tower in Jiangnan had been slaughtered. He stared at Ghost Hand as though seeing a ghost, with eyes full of horror.

Could this man be the Myriad Medicine Valley disciple who had fortuitously escaped back then?

Could the downfall of Misty Rain Tower in Jiangnan be his masterpiece?

"That’s right, I am that disciple from Myriad Medicine Valley who miraculously escaped from under the slaughter of your three major sects!"

Hate surged from Ghost Hand’s chest as he spoke vehemently, "Heaven has pitied me, allowed me to survive by chance, and find a master to teach me this strength. Today, I will take the lives of your three major sects’ disciples to appease the souls of my perished fellow sect members from Myriad Medicine Valley!"

His gaze swept across the disciples of Qingcheng Temple who were silent as cicadas in winter, and he bellowed, "Those who took part in the massacre of Myriad Medicine Valley, stand forth and accept your death!"

Around them, silence prevailed, with none stepping forward voluntarily. However, desperation was already apparent in the eyes of some Qingcheng Temple disciples, and many glanced towards Taoist Qingxuan.

"Alas..."

Taoist Qingxuan sighed, his face pained as he said with a smile, "Back then, a single thought of greed led to endless killing. Whenever I reflect upon it, it is always too late for regrets!"

Seeing Taoist Qingxuan beating his chest and stamping his feet in an ostensibly remorseful manner, Ghost Hand simply sneered coldly.

Had you known this day would come, why did you do it in the first place?

Since you created this slaughter back then, you must face the consequences today.

Ghost Hand’s desire for vengeance was as firm as iron, and no matter how pitiful Qingxuan acted, it wouldn’t waver his resolution at all.

With a pallid face, Taoist Qingxuan gazed sadly at Ghost Hand and lamented, "The great mistake has been made, and regrets are now useless. Now that the Temple Master is dead, let all the blame fall upon me alone! If you seek vengeance, just kill me!"

"Just kill you? Hah... dream on!"

Ghost Hand scoffed, "I, Ghost Hand, do not kill the innocent indiscriminately, but I will also not spare a single butcher! There were twenty-six Qingcheng Temple disciples involved in the massacre of Myriad Medicine Valley, all Profound Level Martial Artists; that much is correct, isn’t it? Do not deny it, for I extracted this information out of Wen Shiba of Misty Rain Tower!"

Looking around, he continued, "And now, here we have, neither more nor less, exactly twenty-six Profound Level Martial Artists. It seems all the butchers who killed the disciples of Myriad Medicine Valley are present! Very well, this saves me the trouble of having to find each of you."

Taoist Qingxuan was both shocked and angry as he bellowed, "Do you intend to slaughter all the Profound Level Martial Artists of Qingcheng Temple just like you did to Misty Rain Tower?"

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