Chapter 93 Someone Has Already Been Infected

Cao Bin’s heart tightened. It seemed the First People’s Hospital of Heyue City was far stricter than the 168th Middle School.

“Hello, may I ask your name?” Cao Bin took the credentials from his pocket and handed them over with composure.

Seeing the credentials, the burly man’s expression immediately eased, and he lowered his gun and slung it back over his shoulder...

It was a bowl with a yellow base, edged with circling clouds, and at the bottom, two pairs of peonies faced each other. Inside the bowl, four large characters—“Longevity Without End”—were inscribed at the cardinal points, marking it unmistakably as an object of imperial heritage.

The group entered Siyun Pavilion together. As soon as they stepped into the front courtyard, Han Xiao paused in surprise: in the center of the yard lay a thick quilt, with Jiang Qiao and Yun Qiuli standing guard on either side.

No wonder the Ancestor of Ming Tian had warned him, and his attitude had grown less humble than before. So, this Azure Cloud Training Ground was indeed formidable to such a degree.

Although Ye Lei felt some familiarity with the cauldron, he couldn’t recall exactly how he had come by it.

Upon arrival, Lin Tian rented a boat and, together with Xiao Su and Ke Miaomiao, set out toward the center of Thousand Island Lake.

After so long climbing, Ye Lei’s hands were beginning to bleed, yet his shoes showed not the slightest damage.

Moreover, the older these trees grew, the higher the concentration of their sap, and the more potent its effect in restoring primal energy. This delighted Lin Mu—primal energy was a martial artist’s most prized possession, and such a natural elixir was of immense value.

Lin Tian was not one to stand on ceremony with Lord Zhou, and gave him a clear answer: if you want a person, there’s no way.

Arriving at the arena, a breathtaking scene unfolded—not a circular platform as he’d imagined, but a colossal ancient tree piercing the clouds, each branch serving as a combat platform, with tens of thousands of contenders battling simultaneously. It was clear: anyone knocked off a branch lost the match.

That wild, chaotic blade intent surged even more overwhelmingly, flooding the fighting stage with boundless murderous energy—fierce, domineering, and violent.

Jiang Ming couldn’t understand a word the other spoke, and even if he could, he would have ignored it—he was quite frustrated at the moment.

Dou Qing’s haughty expression finally crumbled; beneath her thick makeup, her features twisted, making her look both unsightly and frightening. Cheng Lingzhi turned away and looked at Situ Haoyu.

“I understand,” Li Jinghua replied, then forcefully parted Xiao Jiuniang’s long, shapely legs.

When Yue Rushan saw the purple aura emitted by the Black-robed Demon Lord, he had previously assumed the man was merely at the Martial Immortal level, no stronger than himself, and hadn’t taken him seriously. Who would have predicted that the opponent’s true energy would turn blue? How could he not be astonished?

“Hit him in the head—hard—left hook, right hook, aim for his glasses!” Handsome, having sneaked out of the cave, hid atop a leafy tree, excitedly waving his arms as he watched two hulking beasts battle below, eagerly coaching the unlucky black bear with tips.

The terrifying energy anomaly struck the immortal rays with immense force, erupting in blinding flashes of light again and again, until finally, the two forces canceled each other out.

There were two possible outcomes to this approach: with luck, they’d kill the zombie outright; if not, and luck turned against them, the cornered zombie would reveal itself in desperation.

“Who are you?!” Gao Jie barked, reaching for her gun—only to find nothing. She recalled that upon returning to the bureau, her weapon had been taken for examination. After all, she had fired it.

The players of the Great Yan Guild were already charging across the iron suspension bridge, howling as they came. With the firefight now unavoidable, Cang Lang surveyed the situation and issued his commands in a low, steady voice.

“Thank you, Dragon Emperor. You have saved my life; Longhou Sect can never repay such a debt.” Leng Houzong still knelt on the ground, bowing three times to Chu Moshang.