Super Medical Genius

The eccentric old man suddenly said as he rushed over from behind, pulling Zhong Wentao's hand to try and wake him up.

Actually, the old man wasn't stupid. It was just that the world was too smart.

Zhong Wentao shook the old man off and a long sword materialized in his hand. It blended together with his finger and flashed with a yellow light, pointing straight at Tian Yuan.

"This is impossible!"

Tian Yuan turned pale with fright. This was a fusion of gods and devils; it was impossible for anyone to succeed just by training it.

A few hundred disciples looked at Zhong Wentao and felt that it was inconceivable.

Zhong Wentao's entire body was covered in black Qi, but the sword in his hand was glowing with a yellow light, it was a very contradictory existence, it should not appear on a single person at the same time.

This meant that Zhong Wentao was a true evil, whether he was a god or a demon, a god and a devil was actually a person!

"Die."

Tian Yuan picked up the blade in his disciple's hands and swung it with both of his dual blades, blocking Zhong Wentao's attack, without any chance to retaliate at all.

Not long later, countless wounds appeared on Tian Yuan's body. Blood constantly dripped from his wounds, the rate at which he bled from them was even faster than from the huge wound.

It only took three seconds to go from pain to numbness. Tian Yuan didn't even notice that his body was in a very serious condition. The surrounding disciples were very worried, but Tian Yuan didn't know it.

Not long after, Tian Yuan's face became ashen, unable to withstand Zhong Wentao's attack.

He still thought it was strange. He slowly turned around, intending to use his ultimate move, but his body was too slow. It was like a slow movement in a movie. His body directly went limp on the ground and died in a half-kneeling position.

"Master?"

"Great Master Uncle!"

The disciples called out softly, but Tian Yuan's body did not move an inch.

Tian Yuan was the only Martial Uncle that still existed, but Tian Yuan's meaning was that these disciples did not have a leader.

Zhong Wentao was like a killing machine, not stopping even after killing Tian Yuan. He started to kill from the point of view of the people closest to him, one after another.

The strange old man looked at this scene calmly and did not try to stop it.

For a whole three hours, other than Zhong Wentao and the strange old man, no one else in Vastheaven Sect was breathing.

The thick smell of blood wafted into the air with the wind. Everyone was curious as to where this smell came from, but no one wanted to investigate.

Zhong Wentao stood on the stage, looking at the many corpses on the ground, he slowly squatted down and experienced the pain he experienced all those years ago.

After five hundred years, his path to revenge had finally taken another step forward.

"Young disciple."

The old man's voice was soft and his expression was a lot more normal.

Zhong Wentao slowly raised his head, returning to normal long ago.

By the time he killed the one hundred ninety-second person, he had already regained his rationality. However, he was already tired of killing and could not stop.

"Just who are you?"

Zhong Wentao asked coldly. This old man had been pretending to be stupid for so many years, what was his motive?

"You and I are on the same side. You only need to know that."

The old man said faintly that he was also a person who had an irreconcilable feud with the Vastheaven Sect.

With just that one sentence, Zhong Wentao set aside his suspicions towards the old man.

"Since they are all dead, you can also leave now. Find a place where no one knows you and change your identity to continue living."

Zhong Wentao said softly. This was the old man's best ending.

The old man lightly shook his head: "You are too naive, Vastheaven Sect wants to see people if they are alive, and corpses if they are dead. Unless I am dead, regardless of whether it is heaven or earth, they will find me and personally send me to hell."

The old man continued, "I'm not leaving. I'm staying here. I'm a fool. These people are all dead. I'm still alive. On the contrary, it's more convincing, isn't it?"

Moreover, Zhong Wentao did indeed need someone to divert the Vastheaven Sect's target for him. The first person that the martial uncles suspected was him, if there was an old man who left them a false clue, it was indeed not bad.

"Why are you helping me?"

Zhong Wentao asked seriously, not daring to believe that the old man was willing to sacrifice himself.

"I'm not helping you."

The old man said seriously.

"It's to help myself!"

Gently nodding, Zhong Wentao no longer spoke. His clothes were already sticky, he had to find a place to wash off the blood before leaving.

Vastheaven Sect's bathroom was not bad, he planned to use it one last time before leaving.

"I advise you not to."

The old man said coldly.

If you touch the things here, you will be noticed by them. Do not leave your clothes here, burn them as soon as possible after you leave. If you do not come out within a month, you must not be detected.

"I understand."

With that, Zhong Wentao turned and left without any more hesitation.

Over three hundred people died under his blade. If he fell into the path of demon, he could already become a high level demon.

Even if no one could prove that he was the murderer, the people of Vastheaven Sect would definitely recognize him.

The old man was right, for the next month, he could only stay at Qin Haitang's home. He could not do anything, could not go out, and could not leave.

Initially, he had wanted to inquire about the matters in the ancient book, but the old man had already left. He had no time to waste, so he could only leave quickly and wait for an opportunity to ask about it.

He always felt that the mark was not a curse, and that there might be some other explanation.

sat in the living room of Qin Mingzhu's home, watching the extremely large piece of news that shocked the Pine City.

The massacre of more than three hundred people was already the most vicious event in the decades of Pine City's history.

The police had surrounded the outside of the temple, blocking off all residents within three kilometers of the temple.

The report said that these 300 plus people were members of an association that came to the temple together for activities, but they were brutally persecuted. The only person who survived was someone with a history of mental illness.

While reading the news, Zhong Wentao finally expelled as much of the turbid air as he could.

Looking at the somewhat greyish marks in the air, it was as if he had just expelled the foul air from his body.

Zheng Yu's message had come over a long time ago, and he had instantly guessed that the person was him. He asked him what he was doing, but did not mention anything about the Vastheaven Sect, afraid that the police would drag him down when they were investigating the message.

"Very good, don't think about it."

These four short words pacified Zheng Yu's worries.

He didn't know when Qin Mingzhu had gotten interested in him, but after snatching his phone and reading the contents of the text on it, it was basically all sent to him by Zheng Yu and Cheng Yang, and they didn't even have Bai Shiyun's name.

He impatiently threw his phone to the side, and when he turned around, the necklace on his chest just happened to be seen by Zhong Wentao.

"What is this?"

Zhong Wentao said as he reached out to pull the necklace.

Qin Mingzhu leaned on the sofa, trying her best to increase the distance between them.

"This is mine. If you want to buy it, then go buy it."

Qin Mingzhu said as she shook the necklace. The fragrance became stronger, it was the scent of spices.

"Why haven't I seen you wear it before?"

Zhong Wentao asked with feigned calmness, but his eyes were filled with suspicion.

But maybe this thing really was Qin Mingzhu's, after all, spice necklaces were very common.

Moreover, it couldn't possibly be that Qin Mingzhu had killed her own sister. This was illogical.

"I used to be sick and didn't have the mood to dress up, but now it's different. Now that I'm better, I naturally have to take out everything I like. What do you think?"

Qin Mingzhu said as she gently caressed the spice with her fingers. She only felt that the fragrance was becoming more and more pungent, making her feel like she was sneezing. But in order to prove that this thing was hers, she didn't like spice at all.

Zhong Wentao did not question her further, he just nodded his head and believed her words.

Qin Mingzhu closed her eyes, pretended to enjoy the smell, and instead vomited even more.

Zhong Wentao didn't really care as he seriously sized him up. He just calmly sat there.

Since he couldn't leave during this month, he decided to carefully observe Qin Mingzhu. On the contrary, it was a good opportunity.

On the other side, Yan Jing's Han Mountain Temple.

This was the main headquarters of the Vastheaven Sect, the place that had stood for over a hundred years without collapsing.

Although the distribution in Pine City was also five hundred years, the center of gravity was not there, it was basically training the disciples. The more important people in Vastheaven Sect were all at the headquarters.

The news on TV was pounding everyone's hearts.

Their branch power organization, which they had developed for so many years, had been massacred by someone in a single night.

"Master, you have to seek justice for us."

All the martial uncles kneeled on the ground, begging for mercy while facing the people behind the screen.

The screen was very dark, completely covering the people behind, so it was impossible to tell what was going on.

"Where's Seventh Brother?"

An aged voice sounded, full of authority.

"He's still there. I heard from the police that he refused to leave and insisted on living in his own room. There are so many corpses outside. Only Seventh Brother could possibly …"

As the senior brother of the old man, he felt the old man to be pitiful.

Seven must have seen the massacre of more than three hundred people. Maybe it would be more severe if they were stimulated a little bit.

"Send people to get him. Disciples of our Vastheaven Sect must not be left out in the open. Those disciples' corpses must be properly buried. Bring back Tian Yuan's body. I want to know how he was killed."

"Yes sir!"

Some immediately agreed to leave and to do things, not daring to go against their master's wishes at all.

This old man was the founder of the Vastheaven Sect, Cang Zi.

The Vastheaven Sect was named according to him, and this name had always been passed down from generation to generation.

It had only been five hundred years, but Vastheaven Sect had never experienced such a defeat.

"Master, don't you think this scene looks a little familiar?"

The fifth disciple suddenly opened his mouth as if he remembered something.

"Speak."

"The annihilation of the Great Yi Sect was also such a tragedy, could it be that the Great Yi Sect is taking revenge on us?"

"Impossible!"