Super Medical Genius

Zhou Zihan immediately asked, and the words that he wanted to say were blocked off. He could only look at Zhong Wentao, and wait for his answer.

He took out three thousand yuan from his pocket to prove that he had gone to treat Feng Chen. He did not mention anything about him going to Vastheaven Sect yesterday.

It was best not to mention murder to them.

Besides, he still hadn't recovered from his heartache and wanted to be alone.

Seeing through his thoughts, Bai Shiyun tugged at Zhou Zihan a little, preventing him from asking any further. Zhong Wentao was very mysterious, and it wasn't the first day this happened.

The two of them stepped aside the door to allow Zhong Wentao in, and since they were not standing at the entrance, they might as well go back to their rooms.

As for the Bai Enterprise, they were all being handled by Huang Rulong. Instead of going back with Cheng Yang, she agreed to Huang Rulong's wishes, and would not chase after her.

However, she also had her own plans, and had only told Cheng Yang about it temporarily.

Zheng Yu quietly entered the room and smelled an unusual odor off Zhong Wentao's body. He had felt this smell before, that from the people who were chasing and killing him, it might be because he had gotten Zhong Wentao involved in some strange matter.

"What's going on?"

Zheng Yu immediately opened his mouth and started to sniff around him like a puppy. He was sure that this smell was undoubtedly coming from those people.

Zhong Wentao only shook his head, and his mood had not calmed down yet.

The death of his Third Martial Uncle had been quite a torture to him. After having done this, he naturally knew what had happened.

If he stabbed the dagger into the thirteenth spine, he would be completely immobilized. Fresh blood slowly flowed out of the dagger until his blood dried up.

Judging by the time, he must have been tortured for a few hours.

During the process of bleeding, he could feel everything around him. The most important thing was the suffocating pain all over his body.

However, he was still not satisfied with his revenge. When his junior sister died, she was definitely in a more painful situation than this.

"Don't scare me …"

Zheng Yu said softly, feeling terrified.

Zhong Wentao's eyes were too calm, so calm that it seemed as if he had died.

It had only been one night, how could it be like this?

It was just that no matter how much he asked, Zhong Wentao did not reply.

This kind of feeling had been going on for a very long time. No matter who asked, they wouldn't be able to find an answer … That night, Tian Yuan brought his disciples back to the heavens. The Third Martial Uncle's corpse was still being kept in his room, so no one rushed to check it out.

After asking the disciple to stay outside, Tian Yuan brought Tian Qi inside the room and came to the side of the Third Martial Aunt. When he saw the strange corpse, his expression turned ugly.

If it wasn't for such a huge grudge, he wouldn't have been able to kill such a nice person after torturing him.

The ones who attacked were not the people of the Vastheaven Sect, but their enemies.

It had been a few hundred years, and the enemies in Vastheaven Sect were all dead already.

"Master, Martial Uncle bled to death."

Tian Qi spoke with a heavy expression.

To be able to find the thirteenth piece and accurately insert the dagger into it was not something an ordinary person would do. If one did not have a certain amount of time, they would definitely not be able to refine it to such an extent.

Even he might not be able to accurately penetrate the gap in his spine. He was an expert.

"It seems like we've met some powerful characters."

Tian Yuan chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

To dare to challenge the Vastheaven Sect, and have such a good method, aside from a Zhong Ming who appeared a hundred years ago, this was only the second person.

He closed his eyes and started calculating in his mind.

Tian Qi carefully checked and did not disturb them, so the two went their separate ways.

"Dang, dang, dang, dang …"

Suddenly, a string of voices sounded.

When Tian Qi was inspecting the third master's corpse, a bead fell out of his mouth and bounced a few times on the ground before rolling far away.

"Master?"

Tian Qi asked softly.

Tian Yuan immediately opened his eyes. When he saw the pearl on the ground, his entire body was like a bolt of lightning, completely stiff.

The black gas surrounding him made his expression turn ugly. He recognized this bead!

"Impossible!"

Picking up the bead, Tian Yuan couldn't believe it.

This thing should have disappeared five hundred years ago. Why would it appear here?

Tian Qi naturally understood what the Tai Yi Sect was.

As the most prized disciple of the Vastheaven Sect, the Tai Yi Sect was once their match and was completely annihilated. The moment he entered the Vastheaven Sect, he had heard of this matter.

Why was this pearl here?

"Could it be that the descendants of the First Great Sect have done it?"

Tian Qi guessed that this was the most likely scenario.

"Impossible!"

Tian Yuan immediately rejected it, the people of the Tai Yi Hall had already died, other than Zheng Yu, they all knew of Zheng Yu's capabilities, it was just a Little Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor, they did not even have any internal energy, how could they kill him?

"But this pearl …"

Tian Qi asked softly. He still could not believe, that if they were not members of the Tai Yi Sect, who would have such a pearl?

It was something from five hundred years ago. Who would have preserved it until now?

"Bead, my bead …"

A voice came from outside. It was the strange old man.

Looking at the pearl in Tian Qi's hand, he quickly rushed in and snatched it away.

"Seventh Martial Uncle?"

Tian Qi was a little surprised. Could it be that the pearl belonged to Seventh Martial Uncle?

If that was the case, was the killer the martial uncle who was still unconscious?

"Seventh Brother, stop messing around."

Tian Yuan said coldly. He took out his Senior Brother's posture, but the old man didn't even look at it. He just happily looked at the pearl in his hand.

With this old man disturbing him, the killer was even more confused. No one could guess who did it.

After bringing the old man out of the room, Tian Yuan instructed the disciples to bury the third master deeply. He then brought Tian Qi to the old man's room, planning to look for some clues.

This bead definitely didn't belong to the old man, but the old man recognized it. This meant that Seventh Martial Uncle must have seen the murderer before.

Tian Qi searched the room seriously for a long time, but he could not find any traces of his. He helplessly looked at Seventh Martial Uncle who was still playing with the pearl, shook his head, and could only leave quickly.

Tian Yuan was in his room, thinking about everything he had seen, but he had a clear understanding in his heart.

"The Great Yi Sect, will you appear again after five hundred years?"

No wonder he disappeared without a trace. If the people from the Tai Yi Sect were to make a move, it would indeed be possible.

But those people were all killed by him personally. Seeing them die, who else remained in the Tai Yi Sect, and who was it that was still alive?

That pearl was Dong Yun's, his son had been killed by the third brother, and it was impossible for him to appear. So who was it that wanted to take revenge for Dong Yun?

"Damn it!"

Unable to figure it out, he slammed the table with all his might, his expression turning grim.

After so many years of peace, someone was finally going to break it.

"Master, master!"

The disciples outside were shouting. As they were moving the corpses, they discovered a pale white totem on the ground. It only existed for a few seconds before it disappeared.

The totem was a pale white lotus, but it was somewhat different from the lotus.

The disciples didn't understand what it was, but Tian Yuan did. It was a totem that belonged to the Grand Yi Sect, a totem that only women possessed.

It seemed that this was really the doing of the Yi Family, to avenge Dong Yun.

Five hundred years. This enmity had come too late.

"Master, perhaps their goal is only the Third Martial Uncle?"

Outside, Tian Qi asked softly, feeling very worried.

His sect was controlled by his master, Tian Qi. If someone were to do anything to the Vastheaven Sect and his master was unable to protect his sect, they would all be punished.

"Hehe, you all are too naive."

The door opened, and Tian Qi walked out with a smile.

"This is a declaration of war, we have been declared war!"

Using blood as a sacrifice and totem as proof was a signal to keep on dying. Someone was trying to get rid of the entire Vastheaven Sect, just like five hundred years ago.

"Ridiculous!"

Tian Qi said coldly, in disbelief.

"Go and investigate, investigate everything that's wrong with him, follow Zheng Yu, maybe even what he did is unknown."

After giving out instructions, Tian Yuan entered the room again, not allowing anyone to disturb him.

Tian Qi stood at the door and hesitated for a long time before turning to leave.

The entire Vastheaven Sect was enveloped by a heavy atmosphere, even the third master's funeral wasn't held. It was just a matter of rushing and had the monks in front recite a few Buddhist scriptures.

It had been a few days since he had left the Chinese Medical Association, and it was finally time for Yang Hao's parents to meet his second brother, Yang Guozhong.

In the Yang family's mansion, the atmosphere was very tense.

This kind of atmosphere had never appeared before.

Even if Yang Guozhong was almost beaten to death by Yang Hao the last time, no one would be this worried.

As the Patriarch, Yang Hao sat on the sofa and looked at the man who was silently reading the newspaper on the sofa opposite him.

This was his second brother, the person he had always wanted to surpass.

Yang Guozhong stood at the side, feeling very depressed.

When meeting with his parents, no one actually told him anything, as if he was some kind of invisible stranger.

"Uncle?"

Perhaps Yang Hao should be the one to speak first.

"So noisy!"

Yang Guozhong's father coldly said. A fierce gaze caused Yang Guozhong's legs to go limp.

This man still looked the same as he did a dozen years ago.

"Second Brother, what instructions have you come here this time?"

Yang Hao said softly, as though he was helping Yang Guozhong out. He was's nephew, and was raised in his house, so if Yang Guozhong continued to scold him, it would only slap his face.

After looking at him gratefully, Yang Guozhong found an excuse and immediately headed to the kitchen. He did not plan to come out again.

"Yang Hao, I heard that you were bullied by a little kid, it really broadens my horizons, you lost all the face of our Yang family."

After putting down the newspaper, Second Master Yang spoke softly, his tone full of mockery for his younger brother.

"Second brother, he's not an ordinary child. He's ten thousand times smarter than a child like Yang Guozhong. He looks young, but he's just looking at him!"

Yang Hao was very anxious, and hoped that his words would be heard.

Zhong Wentao was not an ordinary person, and more importantly, he was not an ordinary child!

Otherwise, how could he have lost so miserably?