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"What exactly are you pushing into the operating room?" I stood up from the ground and asked the soldier who had been monitoring me, "If you don't want everyone in this city to end up like your comrades, you'd better not lie."
Concentrating all the moisture and blood from a person's body is something that can be done by an Evil Cultivator. Injecting Evil Energy into a person's body will cause the Evil Energy to drain them to the point of becoming a mere husk, and it can also spread through contact between two individuals.
This method has a rather mundane name: Blood Cultivation! When the blood in a person's body is concentrated, the Evil Cultivator will then absorb the gathered fresh blood in one go to enhance their own cultivation.
However, Blood Cultivation is an Evil Technique that is not widely known even among Evil Cultivators and is often resisted by them. This is because Blood Cultivation can not only drain ordinary people's blood but also poses a more deadly temptation for Evil Cultivators who practice the same Evil Techniques. Therefore, practitioners of Blood Cultivation are hunted by both righteous and evil forces alike. This is why, despite its extreme wickedness, few people know about or practice Blood Cultivation.
But once an Evil Cultivator reaches a certain level of mastery in Blood Cultivation, there are few who can stop them. Such an Evil Cultivator can drain a living person into a husk from hundreds of meters away!
Ancient texts have recorded several incidents involving Blood Cultivation and Evil Cultivators, all of which caused unimaginable disasters at the time. Once, an Evil Cultivator practicing Blood Cultivation nearly overthrew the ruling Dynasty; if it weren't for the Court Faction sending Soldiers to eliminate him, the world would have turned into a hellish existence.
So upon seeing this soldier who appeared to have been drained by Blood Cultivation, I immediately understood the severity of the situation.
"What do you want?" The soldier quickly pressed his gun against my chest. "This is classified information; you shouldn't ask about it. If you keep pushing, I won't hold back."
Damn it, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin; this is what you call nonviolent resistance!
With a flash of sword light, a Flying Sword sliced the gun in half, then floated slowly behind me.
"I'm not joking with you," I said as I looked into the soldier's eyes.
"An anomaly! You’re an anomaly?" The soldier suddenly exclaimed.
I'm not an anomaly, I thought to myself, but it doesn't matter; I'm too lazy to explain.
"Tell me what’s going on!" I was tired of beating around the bush; if the soldier really refused to cooperate, I would have to use a Clear Mind Talisman to force him to tell the truth.
“Ancient Corpse.” The guy lying on the ground, nearly turned into a skeleton, said, “We blew up an Ancient Corpse during training, and then a few people went down. When they came back up, they were all like dried corpses.”
Ancient Corpse? Could it be the work of an Evil Cultivator? Or was this a body of a previously suppressed Evil Cultivator that was accidentally unearthed?
“Are there still people outside infected?”
“There are.” Before I could ask for more information, the soldier on the ground fainted. Well, although I really didn’t want to get involved in this Trouble, it seemed I was already in too deep.
“You stay here and lock the door from the inside. Don’t open it for anyone.” I grabbed the gun from the soldier on the ground and handed it to the soldier who had been watching me: “Protect my brothers; they are soldiers too!”
With that, I turned and left the intensive care unit. Time was of the essence; I had just seen a living person turned into a dried corpse in mere seconds. If I delayed too long, who knows how many people would die.
Sure enough, after stepping out of the intensive care unit, I found several dried corpses lying in the corridor, their skin barely covering their bones. These people were beyond saving. Although the soldier who had barged into the intensive care unit was also turned into a dried corpse, I had dispelled the Evil Energy from him before he breathed his last, which is why he hadn’t died. But now, those lying in the corridor had ceased to breathe and lost all signs of life.
“Damn.” Suddenly realizing something, I hurried toward the elevator. I thought about how this place was basically isolated by soldiers, but what if someone managed to escape? After all, Blood Cultivation can spread through skin contact.
Fortunately, it seemed no infected soldiers managed to reach the elevator. The soldier who had blocked me at the elevator was still standing there with his gun, seemingly unaware of what had happened in the operating room. However, they had noticed me and were preparing to fire.
“Who goes there?” The leading soldier shouted with his gun raised.
“Don’t shoot! It’s me!” I shouted back: “There’s no time to explain; you must not let anyone in.”
But my call seemed to have no effect; the leading soldier still charged toward me with his gun raised, trying to apprehend me.
I pivoted on my toes to dodge his incoming attack and pushed him back against the wall while swiftly disarming him.
Throwing the gun aside, I pulled the leading soldier close to me: “Look at your comrades; they’ve already turned into this. If you don’t want everyone else to die, you’d better listen to me. No matter who comes down from above, don’t let them in—not even those going to the operating room.”
Regardless of whether that person understood me or not, I let go and rushed straight into the operating room. I hadn't received much information beforehand, so I had no idea what the situation inside the operating room was like, whether it was an Ancient Corpse or the first batch of soldiers drained of their essence by Blood Cultivation. The only thing I could do now was to stop the losses caused by Blood Cultivation here; I absolutely could not let it spread any further.
"Slide!" I pushed open the door to the operating room, and at the entrance lay a corpse that appeared to be a Nurse. Like the soldiers outside, only a thin layer of skin remained clinging to the bones, and the bloodshot eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets. My Sister looked on in disbelief; she probably never imagined she would meet her death in such a way.
As I moved further inside, I encountered several more corpses of nurses and doctors, all in similar states of death, sending chills down my spine. Fortunately, I had been to hell enough times that these sights couldn't scare me.
"Rustle! Rustle!"
Before I even entered the operating room, I heard sounds coming from within; it seemed there were still things moving around inside.
"Bang!" I kicked open the last Taoist Sect door, but what lay beyond was completely different from what I had imagined. I had expected to find an Ancient Corpse awakening in the operating room, but instead, there were two soldiers in Uniform lying down, and next to them stood a person holding an Oiled Paper Umbrella.
Who is this? I wondered as I looked at the Oiled Paper Umbrella. Is this an Evil Cultivator practicing Blood Cultivation?
Upon hearing someone enter, the person with the Oiled Paper Umbrella tilted it slightly, revealing a handsome face that could drive countless girls crazy. For a moment, I even doubted whether this person was a Sister. However, I quickly confirmed that the one under the umbrella was a man—not because of his height or Adam's apple, but simply because I sensed a strong yang energy emanating from him.
Just like the earth, humans have yin and yang; specifically, everyone has both within them. There is no one in this world who is purely yin or purely yang. If a person's total yin and yang count is ten, then a woman's ratio is typically six to four—slightly more yin than yang. Conversely, for men, it's four to six—slightly more yang than yin. Of course, this applies to ordinary people. My own yin and yang ratio is seven yang to three yin; after becoming a Judge, it returned to an ordinary six yang to four yin. However, in front of me, the Oiled Paper Umbrella exuded an overwhelming amount of yang energy—at least seven or above! Among those I know, Red Boy has the highest ratio at nine yang to one yin due to his True Fire ability. Yet here was someone with an astonishing eight yang to two yin ratio!
In an instant, not only did I confirm the Oiled Paper Umbrella's gender but also that he could not be an Evil Cultivator. It was absurd—how could someone with such high yang energy possibly practice Evil Techniques? No, it was impossible for him to even learn Evil Techniques! Those with a ratio below seven yin and yang cannot cultivate Evil Techniques. So I was certain he could not be an Evil Cultivator.
(If a woman were to practice Evil Techniques, she would need at least eight yin; as for someone with only yin attributes—without any yang—they would be dead.)
"Who are you?" Although I had confirmed he wasn't an Evil Cultivator, it was still difficult to determine whether he was friend or foe.
"Laoshan, Li Su!" The one with the Oiled Paper Umbrella replied.
"Nice to meet you, Yin Zheng'an." I extended my hand toward Li Su.
"Are you Yin Zheng'an?" Li Su reached out and touched my hand.
"You know me?" I asked in surprise.
"My master found me a job and told me to go for an interview. Later, I was internally recommended by someone named Yin Zheng'an, and I didn't expect you to be the one they were referring to." Li Su put away the Oiled Paper Umbrella.
I was speechless.
"Why are you here?" Li Su asked.
"I was about to ask you the same thing. What's going on?"
"This is Blood Cultivation, you should have noticed it too, right?"
"Yeah, more or less, but I don't know what its source is."
"That's a Zongzi."
"Zongzi?"
"It's an Ancient Corpse, a corpse that has been drained by Blood Cultivation."
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