The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 908 - Zheng He is Here
Chapter 908: Chapter 908 Zheng He is Here!!
Chapter 908 -908 Zheng He is Here!!
Huang Xiaolong led the group to the foot of Mount Dayan.
Now, under the reflection of a cold moon, the entire Mount Dayan was shrouded in a deep haze.
This haze was, of course, the mourning spirit qi that made the ground within miles seem like it would freeze over.
“Oh, it’s here,” Huang Xiaolong smiled. “Let’s hurry up the mountain. I really can’t wait!”
With that, Huang Xiaolong briskly walked towards Mount Dayan.
Through the haze-like spirit qi.
A rugged path, winding its way upwards.
At this moment, one could see ghosts and fierce spirits queuing up in an orderly fashion to ascend the mountain, whispering to each other, conferring in hushed tones, and issuing strange cries… It really seemed as if they were here to attend some grand and significant gathering!
At the foot of the mountain, an old ghost, hunchbacked and clad in purple, said to Huang Xiaolong with a forced smile, “Ghost King, may I ask where you come from? Where is your invitation?”
The old ghost was skinless, constantly secreting foul-smelling yin blood from his body—a flayed evil spirit.
“Hehe~~~” Huang Xiaolong sneered. “I am the Ghost King of Binhai… Invitation? I’ve thrown it away. So what? Without an invitation, I can’t go up the mountain?”
As he spoke, a cruel murderous intent flashed through Huang Xiaolong’s eyes, and he glared fiercely at the flayed old ghost.
The old ghost shivered and, with a smile still on his face, said, “So it’s the Ghost King of Binhai… Please, Ghost King, go up the mountain~~ Please, go up… The meeting is about to start…”
“Hmph!” Huang Xiaolong snorted coldly and led the group up the mountain with great swagger.
“Wow~~” Xiaohong chattered from behind. “Young Master, you’re so amazing! You really managed to sneak in, you really did…”
“Little fox, shut up!” Huang Xiaolong glared at Xiaohong.
Ma Chuxia looked all around, her eyes only meeting ghosts; all kinds of ghosts were present—burned, starved, bloated, alluring ghosts, drowned spirits, ghost kings… All sorts of bizarre and varied shapes were beyond imagination.
“Little Long, the variety of ghosts here really encompasses everything. It includes all known types and even some unheard of ones… It’s an eye-opener. This is truly an eye-opener,” Ma Chuxia marveled. “You could write a whole encyclopedia on this.”
Before long, Huang Xiaolong and the company reached the summit.
There was a flat clearing on the mountaintop, already filled with ghosts and fierce spirits. The weakest were of the Blue Robe Fierce Spirit level, and there was no shortage of Purple Robe Fierce Spirits, and even the Ghost Kings—who generally laid dormant like sleeping dragons and rarely showed themselves—were quite numerous!
So many fierce spirits and evil ghosts gathered together, their hatred, resentment, and spirit qi forming columns of smoke that shot into the sky and obscured the night, painting an almost apocalyptic scene of gloomy clouds and distressing fog.
These fierce spirits all had greedy and distorted expressions in their ghostly eyes.
Huang Xiaolong, along with his companions, casually found a spot to sit down and observed with great interest.
In the middle of this vast clearing, a stage had been erected, and on the stage stood numerous stone statues with tiger heads and animal faces, human bodies with beast heads, helmets on their heads, and stone axes in hand, their faces fiercely grotesque.
And on the stage, there stood quite a few Ghost Kings.
These Ghost Kings, each and every one of them was dressed in ancient Huaxia attire, seemingly ancient ghosts with many years under their belts.
“Master!” Qingqing and Xiaohong exclaimed in unison. “Master, look, the ghosts on that stage, their clothes… that’s… that’s what we saw in Bermuda…”
“Hehe, interesting~~” Huang Xiaolong nodded with narrowed eyes. Indeed, the garments of the Ghost Kings on the stage were the attire of sailors from the Ming dynasty period! To be precise, it was the same as what was worn by Zheng He’s subordinates in the murals within the mansion on that island in the Bermuda waters!
They were the ruthless and greedy sailors who had feasted with Zheng He in the mansion, cooking and eating mermaids, utterly devoid of humanity!!
“Master, Zheng He!” Qingqing and Xiaohong said with trembling voices.
“I think I understand… It’s it… It really is it… Hahaha~~~” A playful expression emerged in Huang Xiaolong’s eyes as he murmured. “Perhaps… it’s true that no effort is needed where luck is due. Look, those Ghost Kings in sailor uniforms on the stage… we’ve seen them in the murals… Back then, they were so happy eating mermaids~~ Never thought they would return from overseas to Huaxia, wanting to stir up trouble…”
Now, Huang Xiaolong had a clear idea in his mind. The so-called “Ghost Immortal from overseas” behind this grand assembly of ghosts was most likely that bastard Zheng He!
Huang Xiaolong had promised the will entwined within the black knife, a strand of the Mermaid’s consciousness, that he would definitely slay Zheng He and avenge the Mermaid Clan. Originally, Huang Xiaolong was worried about the immense difficulty of finding Zheng He in the vast ocean. Now, ironically, Zheng He had taken the initiative to return to Huaxia!
For Huang Xiaolong, this was like a dream come true, hitting the bullseye!
However, until this moment, Zheng He had yet to show himself.
It seemed he saw himself as the finale, unlikely to appear until the very last moment.
“Don’t rush. Stay calm, stay calm,” Huang Xiaolong said to Qingqing and Xiaohong, who were visibly excited.
Then, Huang Xiaolong leisurely continued to survey the surrounding ghosts and ferocious spirits.
Without a doubt, this place had already gathered the most terrifying batch of specters in Huaxia.
Yet—
“Hmm?” Huang Xiaolong’s usually nonchalant expression suddenly froze!
He was moved!
Huang Xiaolong was somewhat moved!
Ma Chuxia, standing aside, exclaimed in shock, “Little Long, what’s wrong?”
Ma Chuxia knew her man well; no matter what danger they faced, he always handled things with grace and composure.
But at this moment, Ma Chuxia could distinctly feel that Huang Xiaolong’s emotions were experiencing a rare fluctuation!
Huang Xiaolong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring a few times.
Immediately after, he opened his eyes, and a brilliant light flashed in his pupils!
“Hehehe~~ I can feel it…” A fiery excitement burned within Huang Xiaolong’s eye sockets. “No mistake!”
“Little Long, what… what’s not wrong? Do you sense something?” Ma Chuxia became increasingly alarmed.
“That faint, deeply-hidden malignant aura…” Huang Xiaolong laughed. “Wifey, it’s the scent of the Yin Tribe…”
“Ah~~!” Ma Chuxia quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
After several seconds, Ma Chuxia moved her hand away and lowered her voice. “There’s… a Yin Tribe member… that has infiltrated…”
“So, this Ghost Feast doesn’t just include all sorts of fierce spirits from all over the world, overseas Ghost Immortals…” Huang Xiaolong laughed. “It even includes the Yin Tribe… This time, it’s really a full house!”
It is said that when a person dies, they become a ghost, and when a ghost dies, they become Yin; ghosts fear Yin as humans fear ghosts!
One could say, Yin is the bane of ghosts! Ghosts dread Yin, and Yin relishes in devouring them!
To the Yin, ghosts are the epitome of delicacies!
Huang Xiaolong really wanted to laugh! He felt like bursting into loud laughter!
That overseas Ghost Immortal, schemed deeply to return to Huaxia, gathered all the fierce spirits far and wide, and held this grand feast.
Their plans seemed flawless.
But they miscalculated two crucial vulnerabilities—
First, the Yin Emperor still exists in this world, and the underworld hasn’t fallen into oblivion!
Second, they’ve lured in the very Yin that ghosts most fear!
Even Ghost Immortals possess an intrinsic dread of the Yin!
And with the Yin among them, there’s no doubt they’ve come to hunt for prey!
They’re probably in for a feast with so many delectable foods available here!
“I wonder if it’s the Crown Prince of the Yin Tribe who’s come…” Huang Xiaolong was uncontrollably excited.
The Yin Tribe, too, was a target Huang Xiaolong intended to eradicate. They were deeply concealed, hard to come by, and unexpected arrivals… this time, they too had come…
Huang Xiaolong planned to catch them all in one fell swoop!
“This time, it’s truly a case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind,” Ma Chuxia also felt a thrilling sensation.
After a moment, Ma Chuxia said, “Little Long, it’s not easy for Yin to blend in with these fierce spirits without being discovered… can you see through their disguise?”
“Wifey, right now I’m too lazy to look for them, wait for a bit and they’ll naturally jump out,” Huang Xiaolong said with an amused smile.
One by one, more and more fierce spirits ascended the mountain.
Only when the number of fierce spirits on the mountain reached over ten thousand did it seem almost everyone had arrived.
Standing on the platform, a ghost king dressed in the sailor uniform of the Ming dynasty smirked eerily, then announced in a loud voice, “Welcome, everyone! On behalf of my master, I extend a warm welcome to all. Today… the significance of my master hosting this Ghost Feast is profound!”
Atop the mountain, the cacophony of ghostly wails abruptly ceased.
Countless ghostly eyes were fixed on that platform, staring at the ghost king who was speaking.
“The Heavenly Dao collapses! The human world decays!” the ghost king exclaimed in a hoarse and piercing voice. “This is an era of Dharma’s decline! This is an era that belongs to us! The underworld has long been a mere shadow without substance, without the Yin Emperor, without King Yan, without the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, without Black and White Impermanence, not even a single petty ghost messenger… We should no longer suffer any constraints!”
The ghost king’s address instantly brought the atmosphere to its peak.
The wraiths and fierce spirits present all started cackling in strange screams, waving their arms and cheering, like a dance of devils in disarray.
“We need not enter the cycle of rebirth! The world of the living shall become our paradise! Those tender and fresh humans shall become our sustenance… hehehe~~ This time, we shall set the rules and elect an ‘Emperor’ to lead us and reign supreme over the realm of the living!!!!” the ghost king roared.
To elect an emperor and rule over all the fierce spirits of the world!
“Amitabha~~” At that moment, a bald ghost king monk stood up. Surrounding him, ghost qi swept out like a sandstorm, with purple arcs of electricity mingling with the black ghost qi, emitting a hissing sound, which contained the wails of countless wronged souls who had died in agony. Yet, his ghostly form continuously consumed the escaping ghost qi, not affecting those around him.
However, his aura was thus impenetrable and terrifying to an extreme.
Beside the bald ghost king monk, numerous monks in purple robes sat, each with a face full of gloom.
The bald ghost king monk smirked, holding a string of rosary beads, each bead shaped like a skull. He laughed and said, “This humble monk from Fozhou City, Monk Yizhen, speaks well. In this era of Dharma’s decline, we should hold the reins of power in the world, elect a ghostly emperor, and strategize behind the scenes. This is what everyone anticipates. However, who becomes the ghostly emperor isn’t up to you to decide~~~”
“Heehee~~ Master, these guys are going to fight over the ‘royal throne’~~” The Fox Demon Consort murmured seductively to Huang Xiaolong. “It looks like they’re going to have an internal conflict… We can just sit back and enjoy the show.”
Just then—
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“Hahahaha~~~ Right, to determine who will be the ghostly emperor, we must see who is the strongest…” A voice filled with Immortal Spirit Qi approached from afar, floating closer.
When the first word was spoken, it seemed as though it came from a thousand miles away, but by the last word, it felt like the speaker had already arrived on the mountain!
“It’s him!!!! It’s him!”
Suddenly, from Huang Xiaolong’s arms, a black dagger began to tremble inexplicably!
The conscience of that mermaid screamed inside Huang Xiaolong’s mind, filled with overwhelming hatred. “He has come! He has come!”
At the same time, on the platform, the air rippled, creating rings of waves, and a man casually walked out from the undulating ripples.
This man had the appearance of a Huaxia native, middle-aged, dressed in a white dragon robe with five claws, wearing a diadem with cicada wings, with a clean face free of any beard, hands clasped behind his back, with the bearing of someone accustomed to giving orders, upright as a sword, exuding faint traces of Immortal Spirit Qi. In fact, there was also an ethereal scent of sandalwood wafting from him, a fragrance of someone transcendental and detached from the mundane world.
“Zheng He?” Huang Xiaolong’s pupils constricted slightly.
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