The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 841 - Descendant of Xu Fu (Super-sized

Chapter 841 -841: Descendant of Xu Fu! (Super-sized Chapter)

Chapter 841 -841: Descendant of Xu Fu! (Super-sized Chapter)

Huang Xiaolong didn’t harm the man in the trench coat. After Yan Pianpian released his acupoints, he began to lead his wives out of the room.

As they stepped out, they witnessed a shocking scene.

They saw that most of the guests in each hotel room were walking out in nightclothes, their expressions numb. They staggered about as if controlled, like puppets, with ghostly qi swirling between their eyebrows.

“Little Long, this… these people are bewitched by ghosts. Nothing seemed amiss during the day when the yang qi was strong, but at night… they’ve actually started sleepwalking…” Ma Chuxia exclaimed in horror.

The people entranced by ghosts were all lined up, heading towards the elevator, then meticulously entered it as if they were meant to go somewhere.

“This is indeed a bit strange…” Huang Xiaolong pondered for a few seconds, then said, “For now, don’t clear the ghostly qi from these people. Well, Miss Hanyan, you, Aoshan, and Pianpian, follow these people and see where they are going.”

“Okay!” Although the situation was eerie, Feng Hanyan, Yan Pianpian, and Ying Aoshan were all accomplished ancient martial arts grandmasters with strong courage, so they weren’t scared off.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.” Huang Xiaolong smiled, took out several amulets, and injected them into Feng Hanyan and the other two’s bodies before letting them follow the creepy crowd.

“Yay~~ fun!” Shirley danced and celebrated with her hands.

“Then you go too~” Huang Xiaolong glared at Shirley.

Shirley stuck out her tongue and gave Huang Xiaolong a seductive wink, “Master, I’d rather stay with you.”

Before long, all the guests from every room on this floor had taken the elevator downstairs.

Suddenly, the elevator opened again!

Boom~~~~!

An icy blast of yin wind hit them in the face!

Dense masses of ghosts surged out from the elevator, tilting their heads and laughing foolishly, some even spitting yin blood, completely ignoring Huang Xiaolong and the others and entering each room on this floor.

“My god, Little Long, it’s like these ghosts are blatantly coming to stay at the hotel…” Xia Ying said in utter disbelief.

Huang Xiaolong reached out and grabbed a ghastly pale female ghost from the air, chuckling, “So, what are you doing here?”

“Eh~~~” The female ghost, with eyes void of pupils and only showing whites, looked surprisingly innocent, “Let me go… please let me go… I haven’t harmed anyone, I’m just here to sleep…”

“Sleep?” Huang Xiaolong was a bit baffled.

“Yes, we all came here looking for a place to sleep. Living people have occupied our houses, so we had no choice but to lodge in the houses of the living. Is there anything wrong with that? Is it a mistake for us to sleep too?” The female ghost began to sob pitifully, as if she had been greatly wronged.

Huang Xiaolong released the female ghost and muttered, “Living people have occupied the houses where ghosts reside…”

At that moment, Huang Xiaolong’s cell phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID, it was a call from Yan Pianpian.

He answered the call.

“Little Long… it’s terrifying… The streets are full of people and ghosts. People in L County have gone mad, leaving their homes one by one and walking towards the suburbs. And the ghosts have taken to the living’s homes. Everything’s in chaos! We followed a group of people to a nearby cemetery. Those people, upon reaching the graveyard, lay down in front of the graves and immediately fell into a deep sleep… oh my god! It’s so creepy!” Yan Pianpian’s voice was full of disbelief.

“Hmm, I understand. Pianpian, you guys come back to the hotel now, wait downstairs.” Huang Xiaolong hung up the phone.

“Let’s go downstairs.” Huang Xiaolong led his wives to take the elevator down.

“Little Long, have you figured out what’s going on?” Ma Chuxia asked, her face full of confusion.

“Someone has tampered with the feng shui of L County and set up an evil formation. It’s caused the entire L County to fall into a state of yin and yang chaos, with the living going to sleep in the ghostly dwellings and the ghosts with no other choice but to sleep in the living’s sunny houses. Probably just in the morning, the living and ghosts will switch back. At first, this might seem harmless, but over time, as the living absorb more and more ghostly qi, they will eventually die suddenly,” Huang Xiaolong explained. “Before long, L County will be completely bereft of life, thoroughly becoming a ghost town.”

The group went down to the ground floor.

The scene downstairs was indeed as Yan Pianpian had described over the phone: the streets were full of people and ghosts, but there was no conflict between them. Everyone was clearly divided into two lines, with the people walking towards the cemeteries on the outskirts and the ghosts entering each home one by one.

“If this continues, it won’t be long before L County truly becomes a ghost town,” Huang Xiaolong said, his face filled with confusion. “Who could have done this? They’re far too brazen, aren’t they? Even those malevolent Taoists I’ve encountered before, the disciples of Master Zhang, despite their crooked hearts and criminal deeds, have never committed such monstrously evil acts.”

Indeed, before this, the disciples of Master Zhang whom Huang Xiaolong had encountered were only secretly doing misdeeds. But what he witnessed today in L County was a demon boldly turning the entire county into a ghost town.

This was outright audacity to the extreme.

“Little Long, could it be the work of a Ghost King or something of that sort?” Ma Chuxia speculated.

“To say it’s a Ghost King also seems unlikely that they would openly commit such heinous acts that court divine retribution…” Huang Xiaolong frowned. “Never mind, once we find the central point of this geomantic formation, the truth will become clear.”

Not long after, Yan Pianpian, Feng Hanyan, and Ying Aoshan ran over to regroup with Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong looked around, then headed towards the southeast. “Follow me!”

His wives quickly followed behind.

After making their way through several streets, Huang Xiaolong stopped.

In front of them was a business district, but it was completely devoid of people’s presence, with only some wretched ghosts fleeting about. A gust of wind blew, sending scraps of paper whirling up from the ground, making a ghostly wailing sound.

Huang Xiaolong looked up, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes. “Found the evil Feng Shui formation that’s disrupting the Feng Shui of L County—the formation’s core.”

In this commercial district, a building stood out like a crane among chickens.

The building was about 30 stories high, and its entire structure astonishingly resembled a Dongying katana, thrusting straight into the heart of the commercial district.

This move had severed the Feng Shui and fortunes of L County.

The whole building was steaming with ghostly and Yin energy like dragons and serpents, appearing under the moonlight like an unfathomably deep ghostly spider.

Atop the building, a Dongying national flag bearing the image of the rising sun fluttered in the wind.

“Ah, Little Long, I know this building. I saw information about it on the internet a few days ago. It is the headquarters of a Dongying-owned enterprise. It was completed about half a year ago, they claim it was an investment of several billion RMB…” Xia Ying said rapidly.

“Little Long, could it be the work of a Dongying Onmyoji?” Ma Chuxia frowned, a flash of anger in her eyes. “This is too rampant! Do they think Huaxia has no one to stand against them?”

Taoists and monks from Huaxia, Onmyoji from Dongying, Nanyang sorcerers, as well as wizards from South America and Africa… These were all beings who possessed supernatural powers.

“Heh, whatever it is, I’m going to show them today why flowers are so red!” A playful look flashed in Huang Xiaolong’s eyes, “Let’s go, let’s take a look inside that building.”

With that, Huang Xiaolong led his wives into the commercial district and arrived at the base of the building.

No lights were on in the entire building, the doors were wide open, and the inside was pitch black, like the mouth of a demon ready to devour everything.

Wuu wuu wuu~~ wuu wuu~~ wuu wuu wuu wuu~~~~

A series of Yin winds mixed with the odor of blood rolled out, sending chills down one’s spine.

Huang Xiaolong showed no fear, stepping into the doorway.

Feng Hanyan and the others protected their bodies with True Qi, following Huang Xiaolong closely. Shirley Bai’s body also surged with a special power, and from her backpack, she took out some metal parts, clicked and snapped them together in a few moves like magic, assembling a Desert Eagle pistol complete with a silencer and magazine.

The lobby on the first floor.

Winds howled, the coldness piercing straight into one’s neck, causing uncontrollable shivers.

Huang Xiaolong smiled suddenly and waved his hand casually.

“Ahhh~~~~~!”

A scream sounded as if something had been struck and sent flying by Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong took out several incense sticks from his canvas backpack, lit them, chanted the fire bell curse, and in an instant, holy firelight spread, illuminating the entire lobby.

Against the wall, a pale ghostly shadow embedded into the surface, oozing Yin blood. It wore orange clothes, the garments of an orange-robed fierce ghost, though the style was strange, resembling a Dongying kimono.

“You’re just a little ghost, and you dare to ambush me?” Huang Xiaolong sneered.

The orange-robed fierce ghost cursed in a low voice.

It wasn’t speaking in Chinese, but in—Dongying language!

“Little Long, it’s a Dongying ghost,” Ma Chuxia said with a slight frown.

Just then!

Wuu wuu~~ wuu wuu~~ wuu wuu~~~

The sound of a flute arose.

A figure, seemingly like a phantom, emerged from nowhere.

This individual was human, not a ghost, but his aura was eerily cold.

He held a flute in his hand, playing a drifting melody.

He was dressed in a moon-white sacrificial robe with a pointed black hat on his head, blowing on a white, bone-chilling flute, obviously made from human bones, and a fan made of some bird’s feathers was tucked into his waistband. With each gust of wind, his robe rustled, giving him an incredibly eerie appearance.

In the sound of the flute, Dongying fierce ghosts clad in kimonos approached from all directions, screaming greedily with their claws extended, as if they wanted to drag Huang Xiaolong and the others into the bottomless hell.

“It is indeed an Onmyoji from Dongying!” Ma Chuxia exclaimed angrily. “Daring to run wild in our Huaxia land, wanting to turn an entire county into a ghostly spider… Such monstrous ambition! Today, you will not be spared!”

As soon as Ma Chuxia’s words fell, Shirley Bai’s hand rose slightly, and the Desert Eagle fired two consecutive shots!

Bang! Bang!

One shot aimed at the Onmyoji’s forehead, the other at his heart.

Her shooting was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

However, when the bullets were just inches away from the Onmyoji, they suddenly stopped in their tracks. An invisible barrier of energy materialized around the body of the Onmyoji, blocking the bullets.

Clang~ Clang~~

The bullet fell to the ground.

“Hehehe~~” the Dongying Onmyoji stopped playing the flute and let out a sinister laugh, squinting his eyes and speaking in extremely fluent Chinese, “You gentlemen must have recognized the formation we set up… ah, it turns out you are Huaxia Taoists…”

“Oh, didn’t expect your Chinese to be so fluent…” Huang Xiaolong stretched his limbs a bit. “So tell me, how do you want to die?”

“Hahaha~~~ Since we have returned to our homeland, naturally we should speak Chinese.” The Dongying Onmyoji said with a grave tone. “The Taoist arts of Huaxia have declined, today I shall let you witness the true abilities of us Dongying Onmyoji!”

The next second, the Dongying Onmyoji started playing the flute again, and more and more Dongying fierce ghosts started to pounce towards Huang Xiaolong and the others from all directions, bringing a sweeping chill, like mad tigers!

Huang Xiaolong’s lips twisted into a mocking smile, casually grabbing a talisman and throwing it out.

Boom~~~~~~!!!!

The talisman turned into raging flames, all of them being Taoist Samadhi True Fire, which in a moment enveloped and burned those Dongying fierce ghosts amidst loud crackling, with blue smoke rising and pus splattering, their screams incessant.

The Dongying Onmyoji instantly looked serious and blurted out, “The Taoist arts of Huaxia have long declined, how can you have such Taoist arts? You… are you a disciple of Master Zhang?”

“Hahahaha~~ What is Master Zhang? He doesn’t even deserve to be compared to me!” Huang Xiaolong scoffed coldly.

The Dongying Onmyoji took the fan from his waist, backed up a few steps, and began to mutter an incantation.

Right after that, with a wave of his wide sleeves, a stream of cutouts flew out from within.

These cutouts were all shaped like tigers, with densely inscribed runes covering them.

The Onmyoji waved his fan and a gust of wind blew past. He shouted in Chinese, “Transform! Tiger! Talisman! Curse!”

Roar~~ Roar~~ Roar~~

A miracle occurred!

The cutout tigers actually transformed into real fierce tigers, roaring through the forests with a menacing presence!

In an instant, Huang Xiaolong and the others were surrounded by a large group of fierce tigers, at least thirty or forty of them!

“Mere beasts, what’s there to speak of!” Feng Hanyan exclaimed sharply, her palm erect, and she sent out a sword strike of True Qi in the air, slashing towards one of the fierce tigers.

Splat~~~~~

The sword strike hit the tiger, making a sound like tearing fabric, and the tiger was split in two, but it quickly reassembled itself, completely unharmed!

“Hmm? A technique that was lost during the Qin Dynasty?” Huang Xiaolong thought to himself.

The next second, Huang Xiaolong quickly took out a few yellow papers from his canvas bag and casually tore them into strips.

Muttering an incantation, Huang Xiaolong threw a handful of the torn strips, blew out a breath and said softly, “Transform into a serpent curse!”

Ssss~ Ssss~ Ssss~~

Each strip of yellow paper that Huang Xiaolong threw out suddenly turned into a huge python, flicking their tongues and eyes emitting a bloodthirsty, dim light!

Each python wrapped around a tiger, and soon the ground was strewn with bits of torn paper, and all the tigers and pythons vanished from sight.

“How come you know our techniques?” the Dongying Onmyoji roared in shock, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

“How foolish, this is not your technique, this is a technique created by magicians in our Huaxia during the pre-Qin era,” Huang Xiaolong sneered coldly.

“I didn’t expect there to be such experts in Huaxia! Well, I will not accompany you any further!” The Dongying Onmyoji saw that the situation was bad, and he recited another string of incantations, “Earth Escape Technique!”

Suddenly, the Onmyoji’s figure shrank and he turned into a beam of yellow light and drilled into the ground! Just like ‘Earth Traveling Sun’ from the Investiture of the Gods!

The Onmyoji burrowed into the ground, about to escape in an instant.

Huang Xiaolong sneered coldly. “Such insignificant tricks dare to be performed before me?”

Huang Xiaolong made a grabbing motion with his hand, “Inverse the Five Elements! Earth into Metal!”

Boom!!!!

The ground suddenly solidified, emitting a metallic luster.

Huang Xiaolong had forcibly converted the “earth” of an area into “metal” from the Five Elements, and in an instant, the Dongying Onmyoji who had burrowed into the ground was crushed and exploded, his body turned to mere dregs.

With a casual grab, Huang Xiaolong pulled out the Onmyoji’s ghost and pinched it in his hand.

“Spare me! Don’t destroy my soul! I don’t want to be obliterated!” The Onmyoji’s pale ghostly face contorted, his eyes flickering with boundless terror. “You… with your vast divine skills, effortlessly invert and confuse the Five Elements, your command becoming reality, I’m no match for you… I surrender! Spare me! If you spare me now, I might still reclaim a body and save my life!”

“Hehe, tell me, what conspiracy do you have? Why turn L County into a ghost town?” Huang Xiaolong said, with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

An invisible pressure emanated, deeply gripping the Onmyoji’s soul, and with just a slight movement from Huang Xiaolong’s thoughts, it would instantly be obliterated.

“I’ll speak, I’ll speak!” the Onmyoji dared not hesitate, “This time, we are following the orders of our ancestors, coming here to retrieve certain things, items which rightfully belong to our ancestors!”

“Who is this ancestral figure, and what are you trying to take?” Huang Xiaolong demanded.

“The ancestral figure…our progenitor…after slumbering for a thousand years, has finally awakened…he instructed us to retrieve some items! These include elixirs, as well as other things the progenitor had left behind…” the Onmyoji chirped.

“Elixirs?” Huang Xiaolong’s mind stirred, “What kind of elixirs?”

“That…that is…” the Onmyoji stammered.

“Hmph!” Huang Xiaolong snorted coldly, and in an instant, his oppressive aura covered the area, causing the Onmyoji’s ghostly form to start showing cracks, on the verge of shattering!

“Ah~~ Please don’t kill me! I’ll speak! It’s the Immortal Pill of everlasting life! It’s the Immortal Pill of everlasting life! Initially, our ancestor offered it to Emperor Qin, but it was mistaken for a fake, and Emperor Qin never took it… However, a small part of that batch of elixirs remains, buried within the underground imperial city… We came to retrieve those elixirs, to take back those few Immortal Pills of everlasting life!”

Hearing this, Huang Xiaolong couldn’t help but be moved. “What is your ancestor’s name?”

“Our ancestor is called…Nakata Kuro…he also has a Huaxia name, his surname is Xu, and his given name is a ‘Fu’ character!” the Onmyoji screamed.

At this moment, Ma Chuxia, Ying Aoshan, Shirley Bai, and the others all screamed in unison, “Xu Fu?”

“Xu Fu…is still…still alive…” Ma Chuxia murmured as if in a dream. “The Immortal Pills of everlasting life, they are real… they are… they are real…”

“No wonder this guy can speak fluent Chinese and even said he was returning to his homeland…” Huang Xiaolong’s eyes flickered several times. “So, you’re the descendents of Xu Fu… Where are your people?”

“They have… already entered the underground imperial city! Our people have entered the underground imperial city! We aim to retrieve the Immortal Pills, as well as the Divine Artifact cast by our progenitor for Emperor Qin!”

“The national treasures, the Twelve Gold Men! So, the Twelve Gold Men are still within Emperor Qin’s mausoleum! They weren’t taken away by Xu Fu!” Huang Xiaolong’s gaze sharpened. “Your men have already entered the underground imperial city?”

“Yes, yes, tonight…tonight’s operation… I’m the only one left to guard this high-rise building…turning L County into a ghost town was also to gather souls for our ghost ninjas’ cultivation…” the Onmyoji had no choice but to divulge everything he knew, praying for his life.

“Furthermore, our ancestor also instructed us to look for a black knife among the burial objects in the underground imperial city… I’ve told you everything, everything I know… Please spare me! Please spare me!” the Onmyoji cried out.

“A black knife?” Huang Xiaolong felt increasingly shocked in his heart.

Immortal Pills! The Twelve Gold Men! A black knife!

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Damn, Xu Fu is reaching for the heavens!

“Little Long, ghost ninjas are a branch of the Dongying ninjas, the most mysterious and powerful of them, practicing their ninjutsu with souls, truly wicked…” Ma Chuxia immediately said.

“Onmyoji, ghost ninjas…what a Xu Fu!” With that, Huang Xiaolong crushed the Onmyoji’s soul in his hand.

“Ah~~~~ Our ancestor will not let you off! You’re dead for sure~~~ Ah~~~~~~”

“Little Long, what do we do now?” Huang Xiaolong’s expression was solemn.

“We need to move immediately to Xiahe Village. We must also make haste to enter the underground imperial city. We can’t let these Dongying bastards beat us to it! The Immortal Pills, the Twelve Gold Men, the black knife, they’re all mine! Xu Fu? Heh heh…” Without hesitation, Huang Xiaolong, along with his wives, promptly left the building.

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Mount Li.

Woo~~!!!!

A cold wind blew over the ridge.

Leaves were whipping into a frenzy.

Suddenly, atop the ridge appeared a large group of people.

The leader was a man with a lean and muscular build, but he was shrouded in black attire, with a headgear that left only his cold, merciless eyes visible.

His gaze was chilling to the bone.

At his waist on his back were two oddly shaped swords, one long and one short, emitting a fearsome sharpness at all times.

He resembled not a human, but a lifeless statue!

Behind this man knelt a large group of people.

Some wearing black clothes like him, with headgear and a long and short sword at their backs.

And then there were Onmyoji in ceremonial robes, holding fans.

“This mission can only succeed, not fail!” the leader in black held a map in his hand, and besides, there was a piece of parchment depicting a black knife!

“Back then, Emperor Qin was ungrateful and even conspired against our ancestor, who then stole Emperor Qin’s national fortune and fled to Dongying… Hmph! Now, Emperor Qin has turned to ashes, yet our ancestor lives on, such is what they call fate! Alright, let’s go down!” The leader in black gave a cold laugh.

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PS: 1, This chapter cost more because I combined several chapters into one for this update, resulting in more words, hence the additional cost.

2, I’ve increased the update size; previously it was 2000 words per chapter, but now I write more in one go and upload directly.

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