The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 901 - Awakening of the Bloodline

Chapter 901: Chapter 901: Awakening of the Bloodline

Chapter 901: Chapter 901: Awakening of the Bloodline

Hearing the sinister chant of “Amitabha,” Huang Xiaolong and the others turned around to look.

They saw a bald monk standing at the temple gate.

The monk looked to be only in his teens, very young, wearing a purple monk’s robe, with his hands joined together in prayer. Yet, a ghostly aura swirled around him like smoke, and the yin and resentful energy contained within his body was immense.

At the same time, the wailing sounds of numerous wronged souls surged into the monastery from the outside.

The corner of the monk’s mouth twitched, revealing a particularly vicious and cold smile.

“Oh… I thought it was Monk Yizhen who had come. I didn’t expect it’s just a purple-clad vicious ghost,” Huang Xiaolong chuckled. “Little Monk, where’s Monk Yizhen? Has he gone to Shanghai?”

“Amitabha~~ I am a disciple of Master Yizhen… My Dharma name is Yidian.” The little monk muttered. “Benefactor, how did you know that my elder brother went to Shanghai? This time, my elder brother took the other senior brothers and junior brothers to Shanghai for an important grand gathering. Hee hee~~~ After I’ve converted you benefactors, I too shall set off for Shanghai immediately.”

As he spoke, the expression of Little Monk Yidian became increasingly ferocious, baring his teeth as though he intended to tear Huang Xiaolong and the others to pieces.

“Sigh~~ The big fish really isn’t here, just a small fry, no fun at all… truly no fun…” Huang Xiaolong said listlessly, shaking his head.

Just then, Yidian the purple-clad specter flipped his right hand, and suddenly he was holding a sacred knife.

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The entire knife was pitch black, with fresh blood still dripping from the blade, thick with ghostly energy swirling like vortexes!

It was apparent that the sacred knife in Monk Yidian’s hand was also a formidable magical treasure, but there was a gap in rank compared to the Thousand Soul Banner refined by the Qing Dynasty female ghost!

In the blink of an eye, Monk Yidian raised the knife and slashed towards Huang Xiaolong, his ghostly eyes filled with a crazed and bloodthirsty expression.

Boom~~~~!

The slash of the knife was imbued with monstrous ghostly energy, within which densely packed wronged souls cried out, gnashing and clawing as they spun and attempted to burrow into Huang Xiaolong and the others’ brains.

Clearly, this sacred knife had slaughtered many living people, and the souls of those victims had been collected within the blade. With each slash, thousands of souls and spirits lunged forward; before the knife light even arrived, the yin souls were already burrowing into the enemy’s brain, a truly vicious and formidable technique.

However, such despicable tricks were all too boring for Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong didn’t wish to waste time, casually throwing a punch.

This punch erupted with unmatched golden light and explosive yang energy, dazzlingly bright.

Bang~~~~!!!!

The wave of golden light obliterated the oncoming knife light and yin souls, reducing them to ash, and immediately swept over Monk Yidian.

Monk Yidian’s ghostly body exploded instantly, disintegrating into pieces of flesh, which were wrapped in the golden light and continually melted away.

“Ah~~~! You! You! My elder brother won’t let you off! You… you won’t be able to escape!” With a deeply resentful curse, Yidian vanished into smoke.

His magical treasure, the sacred knife, was also blasted to smithereens.

“Giggle giggle giggle~~ So weak, yet daring to challenge the son, truly clueless,” Qingqing clapped and cheered from the side.

“Master is mighty, Master is invincible~~” Ming Kuan rushed to sing praises. Admiration for Huang Xiaolong spilled out from his eyes.

“All right, let’s go. Without King Yizhen of ghosts at Kongshan Temple, there’s no fun at all,” Huang Xiaolong said indifferently.

Thereupon, the group left the temple.

Looking back, Huang Xiaolong released a handful of Samadhi True Fire, wrapping around and setting the temple ablaze.

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The crackling sounds rang out, as ghostly auras billowed out like black smoke during the incineration process, where if one listened closely, they could faintly hear the whining of some lesser ghosts.

“Inside this deserted temple, some ghost formations were set up, and quite a few lesser ghosts were raised, all burned together. Although we didn’t encounter that ghost king Yizhen this time, at least we took care of his lair in one fell swoop,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile, then threw out a talisman.

The talisman swelled in the breeze, turning into a “magic carpet.”

Huang Xiaolong took everyone on the talisman, shooting back toward the city center of Fozhou City like a flying sword.

Ming Kuan sat on the talisman trembling, looking at the various scenes retreating in the night. He said in a daze, “Master… you really are a living immortal… I don’t know… I don’t know how many more mysterious methods you have… I, Ming Kuan, can actually make the acquaintance of such an immortal like you, this life is truly fulfilled!”

Hearing her man praised, Feng Hanyan smiled ever so sweetly.

Qingqing pouted and said, “What’s so great about that? The young master has many more amazing skills. You really are frogs in a well.”

The talisman quickly flew back to the city center of Fozhou City.

It wasn’t too late, so Huang Xiaolong decided to find his newly accepted disciple—Meng Jingling.

“I will be leaving Fozhou City tomorrow for Shanghai. Tonight, I’ll sort out Jingling’s matter,” Huang Xiaolong said with a slight smile.

The Meng family, the wealthiest family in Fozhou City.

Inside the villa.

Huang Xiaolong sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Qingqing and Feng Hanyan also came, sitting on either side of Huang Xiaolong.

“Master, please have some tea,” Meng Jingling obediently poured tea and handed water to Huang Xiaolong.

“Hehe~~ Young Master, you’ve even taken a beautiful disciple while in Fozhou City?” Qingqing giggled teasingly from the side.

Feng Hanyan coyly glanced at Huang Xiaolong and said with a hint of annoyance, “You, always flirting here and there.”

Meng Jingling, very obediently, started to explain for Huang Xiaolong. “Sister, you are so beautiful, while Jingling is like a frail willow. When Master took Jingling as a disciple, it wasn’t for… for that kind of thing…”

Feng Hanyan laughed helplessly and said, “Xiaolong, your disciple is quite obedient. She’s already making excuses for you, a child who can be taught, indeed.”

Tucked to Meng Jingling’s forehead today still was a yellow talisman paper, and her parents, Meng Jiansheng and his wife, had told her about what had happened to her.

“Well, enough idle chatter. Jingling, you surely know by now that you are the unique ‘fallen head tribe’ of today,” Huang Xiaolong said with a slight smile.

Meng Jingling nodded and said, “Master, your disciple is aware.”

“However, your bloodline has not yet awakened, so every time when you fall asleep, your head will fly off without you knowing or being conscious of it,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. “This is very dangerous. Now, I will help you awaken the bloodline of the fallen head tribe.”

With that, Huang Xiaolong waved his hand, blowing away the talisman paper stuck to Meng Jingling’s forehead.

The next moment, Huang Xiaolong extended his right index finger, pressing it directly onto Meng Jingling’s forehead.

Boom~~~!

A warm current surged directly into Meng Jingling’s brain.

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