A day later, Mr. Yuan, Mr. Yu, and Yin Yang arrived at the front lines.
As soon as they arrived, Yin Yang noticed a shift in the atmosphere.
It was oppressive. Extremely oppressive.
Everyone within his sight was expressionless, moving like mindless puppets.
Seeing his reaction, Mr. Yuan thought Yin Yang was stunned by the sight. He stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.
“Strictly speaking, this isn't the actual front line yet.”
“How about it? Can you handle it?”
“No problem,” Yin Yang replied. As they spoke, a young man in military uniform ran toward them.
He came to a halt in front of the three and stood at attention, saluting.
“Mr. Yuan! Mr. Yu!”
“General Chen is currently arranging tactics and asked me to receive you first!”
Mr. Yuan waved a hand dismissively.
“Old Chen and I have been friends for many years; there's no need for such formalities. I understand. Take us to our quarters to drop off our luggage first.”
“Yes, sir!”
The young soldier complied and called over two soldiers to help carry the bags as they headed toward the residential area.
Yin Yang observed his surroundings as they walked. Even without using his Perception skill, he could tell the morale here was extremely low.
Yet, this was the perfect place for him to utilize his strengths!
The young soldier led the three of them to a private residence.
It was a three-bedroom house, more than enough for the three of them, but the soldier still looked a bit embarrassed.
“Mr. Yuan, I'm truly sorry. The accommodations aren't great. You'll have to make do for now.”
Mr. Yuan waved it off.
“The lodging doesn't matter. I won't be staying here for long anyway.”
“Alright, leave the bags here. Come, take us to see the patients.”
“Yes, sir.”
After handing the keys to Mr. Yuan, the young soldier led them to the rear medical area.
As soon as they entered, Yin Yang was hit by the pungent smell of disinfectant.
The air was filled with muffled groans of pain and unconscious whimpers.
“Sir, this is the place.”
“Mhm.”
Mr. Yuan nodded, and his divinity erupted. A small emerald-green gourd spun out from him.
Ripples of green energy radiated outward in all directions.
The waves possessed a strong penetrative power, passing through even the walls.
As the ripples spread, exclamations of surprise rang out from the hospital rooms.
“This—this is healing?”
“What's happening?”
“The bleeding has stopped! Wait, the effects of the toxin are gone too!”
Yin Yang turned to look at Mr. Yuan and saw that his face had turned slightly pale.
He was consuming his own divinity to treat these soldiers. The more fatal the injury, the more divinity was consumed.
Several doctors who had noticed the green ripples walked out curiously. When they saw Mr. Yuan, they couldn't help but shout in surprise.
“It's Mr. Yuan!”
“Fantastic! Mr. Yuan is here!”
The doctors were ecstatic. Very few medical practitioners in Great Wei didn't know of Mr. Yuan; he had even written the content for some of their textbooks.
Mr. Yuan’s expression remained stern.
“Now is not the time to stand around watching. There are many more patients outside waiting for us!”
“My divinity is limited and there are too many patients. Most of the work will still depend on you!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Understood!”
The doctors agreed one after another, though their expressions remained joyful.
After all, with Mr. Yuan here, it meant they finally had a safety net.
...
Yin Yang stayed there for half a month, performing over a dozen surgeries during that time.
At first, Mr. Yuan stayed by his side to supervise, worried he might make a mistake. However, once he realized Yin Yang’s hands were steadier than a machine and his diagnoses were exceptionally precise, he stopped hovering.
Since arriving at the camp, Mr. Yuan and Mr. Yu had been acting quite elusive.
Often, one would stay behind to watch over things while the other disappeared. They were almost never seen together.
Sometimes, both would vanish at once, only to reappear the next day.
Meanwhile, Yin Yang was contemplating how to get closer to the battlefield.
Sequence 6, Grand Celebrant.
The abilities were Invoking the God and Dismissing the God.
The way to accumulate spirituality was by performing rituals for heroic spirits!
And where were the most heroic spirits found?
The battlefield, of course!
Staying in the rear during this period, there weren't many heroic spirits for Yin Yang to ritualize, and his spirituality growth was extremely slow.
At this rate, he felt he might die of old age before he ever made a breakthrough.
That was why he was so desperate to get closer to the front lines or even participate in the war.
If possible, he even wanted to set up an altar on the battlefield!
That wouldn't just make it easier to ritualize heroic souls; it could even help provide buffs to the soldiers.
Bang!
The door was kicked open from the outside. An officer covered in blood walked in, his eyes bloodshot and his expression predatory. His gaze swept the room before landing on Yin Yang.
“Are you a doctor?”
“Yes.”
“Can you perform surgery?”
“I can.”
“Come with me!”
The man stepped forward and grabbed Yin Yang’s wrist, dragging him out without a word.
The nearby nurses saw this and hurriedly cried out, “Let go of Dr. Zheng! Who are you? What do you think you're doing!”
Seeing people blocking his path, the man pulled out a handgun.
“Everyone, get back! Our captain is wounded and needs surgery immediately! I'll shoot anyone who tries to stop me!”
At the sight of the gun, the young nurses didn't dare to step forward anymore.
Yin Yang quickly tried to de-escalate the situation. “Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I'll go with you to perform the surgery. But you have to let me take my surgical equipment, right?”
“Get it, fast!” the man roared, his eyes hyper-vigilant.
Yin Yang laughed inwardly, thinking that he finally had a chance to slip away.
He picked up a surgical kit containing some temporary medical supplies.
On a battlefield, one couldn't expect a perfectly sterile environment; close enough was good enough.
After gathering his things, Yin Yang took the initiative to walk over.
“I'll go with you. Don't hurt them.”
Hearing Yin Yang say this, the nurses were deeply moved.
As he walked away with the man, Yin Yang said, “Tell my teacher not to worry. I'm just going to perform a surgery and I'll be back.”
With that, he and the man walked out of the medical area. Under the worried gazes of the nurses, they boarded a vehicle.
As soon as they were in, the man floored the accelerator. The tires screeched against the ground, and the car shot out like an arrow from a bow!
Sitting in the back seat, Yin Yang asked softly, “What kind of injury does your captain have? Tell me ahead of time so I can plan a procedure.”
Hearing this, the burly man’s eyes grew moist. “Our captain fell into a trap. His abdomen was pierced by a black line as thick as a child's arm.”
“Where in the abdomen?”
“Right here.”
The man gestured on his own body. Yin Yang frowned; the man was pointing at the area of the small intestine.
Given the nature of the wound he described, infection would be a major concern.
The car sped forward for over half an hour before reaching their destination.
It was a makeshift encampment that looked very hastily put together.
As soon as the car skidded to a halt, the man jumped out and shouted, “Vice Captain! Vice Captain! I brought a doctor back!”
“How is the captain?”
No one responded. The camp was deathly silent.
“Vice Captain! Vice Captain!”
The burly man was too overcome with emotion to notice the abnormality around them.
Yin Yang, however, looked solemn and instinctively activated his Perception skill.
As the Perception skill activated, the world before him underwent a drastic transformation.
The tent in the center looked like a massive hairball, with countless black threads extending from it and swaying in the air.
Some of these black threads were interwoven on the ground, resembling a black spider web.
“Vice Captain!”
As the burly man spoke, he walked toward the central tent. Yin Yang didn’t even have time to shout a warning.
“Vice—”
Just as he opened his mouth, a black thread as thick as a child’s arm instantly pierced the man’s head.
It entered through the mouth and exited through the back of the skull.
The burly man was killed instantly.
Seeing this, Yin Yang knew he no longer needed to worry about their captain’s infection.
Screeeech—
With a series of ear-piercing grinding sounds, the central tent was pushed open, and a writhing meatball crawled out from within.
The meatball’s appearance was grotesque, as if countless wax figures had been fused together.
Currently, the meatball was expanding and contracting like a beating heart.
From the mouths of those “wax figures” grew black threads, which supported the meatball’s movement like tentacles.
Furthermore, there were almost transparent black threads swaying in the wind all around, making the scene extremely eerie.
The evil god’s aura emanating from this thing was completely undisguised.
If it were any other Sequence 6, solving this would certainly take a great deal of effort.
After all, while dealing with it, one would also have to worry about being contaminated.
But Yin Yang had no such concerns; he only lamented his poor luck in encountering such a thing while out.
“Dismissing the God!”
As those words left Yin Yang’s mouth, a wave of spirituality lunged toward the meatball.
The meatball had no time to resist before it was struck by the spirituality.
In the next instant, a blurred phantom flew directly out of the meatball.
The flailing black threads rapidly withered, and the fused corpses fell apart. The smell of blood and rot filled the entire area.
“Though the body dies, the spirit remains divine; the soul is resolute, a hero among ghosts.”
Following Yin Yang’s voice, spirits rose one by one from the corpses.
They had no faces and their bodies were blurred, yet they all turned their heads to “look” at Yin Yang.
Yin Yang pressed his right palm downward, and his spirituality transformed into phantoms of sacrifices.
“Depart after you have enjoyed the sacrifices.”
The spirits stepped forward to consume the sacrifices, quickly devouring them completely. After nodding to Yin Yang, their figures slowly vanished.
“Sigh.”
Yin Yang let out a sigh. In war, it was always ordinary people like these who died in the greatest numbers.
He packed his things and prepared to drive away, but just as he started the car, the sky turned dark.
Clouds!
Dark clouds that blotted out the sun!
They were spreading outward at a terrifying speed!
Yin Yang stared at the scene in a daze.
‘What’s happening? A formation? A ritual? A sealed object? Or a Sequence 4?’
The dark clouds instantly covered the area he was in and then continued to spread into the distance.
Without a second thought, Yin Yang drove directly toward the edge of the dark clouds, attempting to escape the covered area.
To achieve this, he even used Spirit-Bestow on the car to increase its speed.
But the clouds were too fast—so fast that he couldn't outrun them no matter what.
Finally, the sky turned completely pitch black.
Yin Yang turned on the car’s headlights and continued racing toward the camp.
However, just as he rounded a curve, black tentacles lashed out, flipping his vehicle over.
The airbags deployed, pinning Yin Yang so he couldn't move.
Just as the car was about to roll across the ground, a giant black hand caught it firmly!
The lantern-carrying ghost!
Vwoom—
A flash of cold light passed through, and the car was sliced clean in half from the middle. The blade-wielding ghost stepped forward to help Yin Yang out.
Yin Yang turned to look and saw that many black tentacles had appeared in the woods at some unknown point, just like the ones that had attacked the soldiers earlier.
They were swaying back and forth, searching for nearby life forms.
Yin Yang looked up at the sky.
“Is this... an evil god?”
...
“Hahahaha! It’s started, it’s started! The True God Birth Plan has begun!”
A black-robed elder danced with excitement, while the person behind him was in a state of panic.
“Elder, Great Qi... Great Qi’s people are also inside.”
The black-robed elder said dismissively, “So they’re inside. What of it?”
“Aren’t we allies?”
“So what if we’re allies? Allies can’t be killed?”
The black-robed elder looked at him as if he were an idiot, leaving the man stunned.
“Hehehe, as long as the True God can descend, does my Shadow Lotus Church need to care about Great Qi?”
“Never mind them—even Great Wei is included. They are all just bait!”
The man was completely bewildered. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his lower back.
He looked back in disbelief only to see another elder staring at him with a cruel grin.
“Now is the time for you to sacrifice yourself for the church. I’m sure you won’t refuse, right?”
“You...”
Before he could finish, he was stabbed again from behind.
Then a third time, a fourth time.
He was hacked to pieces by the blades. His bones were arranged into a strange shape, and his flesh and blood were used as paint to draw a lotus on the ground.
The black-robed elder sang and danced, his voice rising and falling as he chanted prayers left over from ancient times.
Wooo wooo wooo—
A sound like sobbing and wailing echoed, making them even more excited.
The others also began to dance. With their voices and movements, the arrangement of white bones began to burn.
The lotus pattern grew increasingly crimson!
“The Shadow Lotus descends, all hearts return!”
“The Shadow Lotus descends, all hearts return!”
“The Shadow Lotus descends, all hearts return!”
...
“Dark clouds! Dark clouds!!!”
In the camp, before the dark clouds could even get close, alarms blared throughout the entire area.
Chen Ang flew directly into the air, looking at the dark clouds with an incredibly serious expression.
Whoosh.
Mr. Yuan also flew over, and his first words were, “Have you seen Xiao Yang?”
“Huh?”
“My student.”
“What kind of time is it to be looking for a student! Worry about what's in front of us first!”
As Chen Ang spoke, he waved his hand. A building in the camp exploded, and a golden coffin flew out.
The coffin lid opened, and a stone totem pole shone brilliantly, crashing down to the ground. Ripples of light undulated, protecting the entire camp within.
Mr. Yuan said solemnly, “Has it come to this?”
“Of course!”
The moment he finished speaking, countless black tentacles surged forward like a tide!
Boom!
The tentacles slammed into the barrier, causing ripples to race across it.
Seeing this, Mr. Yuan’s face turned pale.
Chen Ang narrowed his eyes. “With no movement for so long, I knew they were up to no good!”
“The aura of the evil god is so thick. I wonder if it’s the True Knowledge Society or the Shadow Lotus Church.”
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