The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine Chapter 828

Chapter 828: Chapter 828: Clues (Super Mega Chapter) Chapter 828: Chapter 828: Clues (Super Mega Chapter) Hearing Huang Xiaolong's words, Yan Pianpian's cheeks flushed, but she had long since lost the slight reserve she once had in front of Huang Xiaolong. Huang Xiaolong's heroic and peerless methods had thoroughly conquered her. Now, whenever she closed her eyes, his invincible figure would dominate her thoughts.

Yan Pianpian murmured a soft “mm-hmm.”

For no apparent reason, Feng Hanyan felt an acidic surge of jealousy well up in her heart, envying Yan Pianpian at that moment.

Huang Xiaolong let out a yawn but soon turned his attention to Lin Zicong.

“Young Master Lin, I've got a small matter here. You take care of it for me,” Huang Xiaolong said in a carefree tone.

“Teacher, what do you need?” Lin Zicong said, rubbing his hands eagerly.

Right then, Huang Xiaolong took out several stacks of yellow paper from his canvas bag and placed them on the table. “Here, Young Master Lin, fold these pieces of yellow paper into paper ingots for me.”

“Paper… paper ingots?” Lin Zicong hesitated.

Huang Xiaolong continued to take out more yellow paper. “Yes, paper ingots. It's simple, you know how to make them, right?”

“Know how, know how. Did it as a child for deceased family members. I can make them, can make them,” Lin Zicong quickly nodded in agreement.

“Well, then you best get going,” Huang Xiaolong waved him away.

However, Lin Zicong suddenly had a twinkle in his eye, and a rare blush appeared on his face.

“Er… Young Master Lin? Are you down with a cold, or have a fever, or did you take the wrong medicine?” Huang Xiaolong joked.

“No, Teacher… I… I have something to say…” Lin Zicong hemmed and hawed.

“Spit it out,” Huang Xiaolong said with a hint of impatience.

“Well… it's just… I've fallen head over heels in love with a girl… It's love at first sight…” Lin Zicong's eyes softened.

Huang Xiaolong thought to himself that this was none of his business.

Glancing over, he saw a young girl in Qin attire secretly peeking over at them from the outside the hall. She had a youthful beauty. Huang Xiaolong had a vague impression of her; she was a member of the Ying Family, but not from Ying Xiao's lineage.

“Is it her?” Huang Xiaolong pointed at the girl outside the door.

Lin Zicong coyly nodded. “Mhm~~ Please, Teacher, officiate… officiate the wedding for Zicong…”

“Hahaha~~ this is a happy occasion,” Ying Xiao laughed heartily. “Son-in-law, 'Yuqi' is from my sixth brother's lineage, a legitimate descendant and has been clever as ice and snow ever since she was a child.”

Huang Xiaolong looked at Ying Yuqi. Although her beauty and figure were not quite at the same level as Ying Aoshan, she was still quite an attractive woman, with an ethereal and refined air about her. Being the daughter of a prestigious martial arts family, she naturally had an elegance untouched by the mundane world, a cut above ordinary women.

Huang Xiaolong thought to himself that it was Lin Zicong's good fortune to be able to find a wife in the Ying Family. Seeing Lin Zicong destined for such a fate, Huang Xiaolong felt a touch of happiness. It seemed that Lin Zicong had indeed gained something from their trip to the Kunlun Mountains; he had even snagged a miss from the Ying Family!

“Son-in-law, I'll handle this matter,” Ying Xiao said with a cheerful laugh.

“Young Master Lin, you're quite something,” Huang Xiaolong patted Lin Zicong on the shoulder.

Lin Zicong smiled ingratiatingly. “Teacher, I've simply learned from you…” he said, then glanced at Yan Pianpian, who was looking like ripe fruit ready to be picked.

Then, Huang Xiaolong took Yan Pianpian to a room.

Yan Pianpian's heart pounded like a drum.

Huang Xiaolong sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned. “From now on, I'll just call you Pianpian. Come here…”
“Young Master… it's… it's still broad daylight…” Yan Pianpian said, bashfully.

Even so, she couldn't resist walking towards Huang Xiaolong.

With a smooth motion, Huang Xiaolong pulled Yan Pianpian onto the bed, “Do you want to be my maid, or do you want to be my woman? Choose one.”

Yan Pianpian's eyes sparkled as she whispered softly, “Young Master… Pianpian's heart already belongs to you… Ever since I returned home from Binhai, I just can't stop thinking about you… I don't ask for much, just to have a small place in your heart… ”
Huang Xiaolong silenced Yan Pianpian's lips immediately.

The next day, Ying Xiao had already started personally arranging the marriage between Lin Zicong and Ying Yuqi, and he planned to invite the entire Lin Family to Dong'an City.

However, arranging a wedding takes some time–after all, the Ying Family was a major martial arts lineage, and the Lin Family were local heavyweights. A union between the two families naturally couldn't be rushed.

Lin Zicong handed over all the paper ingots he had folded to Huang Xiaolong.

There were tens of thousands of them.

Huang Xiaolong put all the paper ingots into his canvas bag.

At that moment, Lin Zicong stayed at the ancestral land of the Ying Family to prepare for the wedding.

The Jin Family members, and even the slaves, were willing to stay at the Ying Family's ancestral land to retreat and diligently cultivate the Kunlun Sect's heritage.

Huang Xiaolong left with his wives, departing from the Ying Family ancestral grounds.

“Little Long, why did you fold so many paper ingots? Who are you planning to burn them for?” Ma Chuxia asked curiously.

“Well, you'll find out.” Huang Xiaolong replied with a smile.

Firstly, Huang Xiaolong arrived at the City God Temple in Dong'an City.

This City God Temple was under Huang Xiaolong's jurisdiction.

The jade pendant enshrined within the shrine was originally nothing more than crudely made street market goods. However, now it glowed resplendently, as it had absorbed the power of countless living beings' prayers and shone with a radiant luster.

It seems that in recent times, the temple's incense offerings had flourished, with the numbers of devout increasing, and Huang Xiaolong's jade pendant was on the verge of evolving into a “Magic Artifact.”

For the time being, Huang Xiaolong didn't bother to retrieve the jade pendant and let it continue to draw in the power of prayers.

Huang Xiaolong's purpose at the City God Temple was to summon the thousands of souls and myriad of ghosts in Dong'an City.

Night.

Huang Xiaolong stood in the grand hall of the City God Temple, his hands behind his back and an aura of majesty about him.

A dense throng of ghosts knelt at Huang Xiaolong's feet.

“Here–today I've called you all to ask if any of you have seen this–” Huang Xiaolong brought out the small black dagger and toyed with it in his hand.

However, all the ghosts shook their heads in succession, indicating that they had never seen anything similar to the small dagger in Huang Xiaolong's hand.

It seemed that no other black daggers had appeared in Dong'an City, and Huang Xiaolong had no choice but to give up.

After spending a night in Dong'an City, the next day, Huang Xiaolong took his wives in a car to a neighboring city of Dong'an–'Xian City.'
Xian City was an important birthplace of the Qin-Han culture. Emperor Qin established his capital in Xian City, making it the “First Imperial Capital of Huaxia.” Xian City was also the first stop on the ancient Silk Road, a strategic pass from the Central Plains of Huaxia to the vast northwest.

After arriving in Xian City, Huang Xiaolong arranged for Sun Wei to spend a hefty sum renting a luxurious mansion in the suburbs as a place to stay.

11:30 PM.

Huang Xiaolong, together with his wives, came to a plaza inside the luxurious mansion. This plaza had a very open terrain and was quite spacious.

“Young Master Huang, what are you planning to do?” Feng Hanyan inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Ma Chuxia and the others were used to Huang Xiaolong's ways, having been with him for some time and knowing he often did surprising things, but Feng Hanyan had no idea.

“You will know soon.” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. Then, he took out all the paper ingots that Lin Zicong had folded and neatly arranged them in the center of the plaza.

Suddenly, a thought struck Ma Chuxia. “Little Long, are you summoning ghosts?”

“Yes. My little wife, you're really clever.” Huang Xiaolong chuckled. “I'm just going to ask Xian City's ghosts and specters if they've seen a black dagger.”

“By the way, I'll show you the legendary 'Procession of a Hundred Ghosts'!” Huang Xiaolong said gleefully.

“Procession of a Hundred Ghosts…” Feng Hanyan exclaimed in shock. “Young Master Huang, it seems… your… your methods are truly extraordinary…”

“Of course, they are.” Huang Xiaolong said as he took some incense bundles from his canvas bag and placed them around the plaza.

He lit the incense.

Wisps of blue smoke spiraled into the air immediately, swirling around the entire mansion.

Midnight, 12 AM!

Huang Xiaolong took out a talisman, muttering incantations. With a flick of his wrist, the talisman burst into flames and turned into a golden ray that shot into the night sky.

Before long, one ghostly soul after another, as if drawn by the scent of the incense, started to drift toward the plaza from all directions.

Soon, the plaza's surroundings were encircled by three layers of ghosts, including solitary wandering spirits and various fierce ghosts.

Even a few blue-clothed and purple-clothed fierce ghosts were among them.

It's known that higher-ranked ghosts are not usually attracted by paper money or paper ingots. However, the yellow paper Huang Xiaolong used to fold the ingots was of a substantially higher quality than ordinary market paper. As a result, the folded paper ingots were irresistibly tempting to any ghost!

More and more ghosts gathered, seemingly in the tens of thousands, as if all the ghosts and spirits in Xian City had been summoned!

As these ghosts looked at the paper ingots at the plaza's center, their ghostly eyes revealed unbridled greed. They rubbed their hands together as if eager to snatch them away.

However, under the pressure of Huang Xiaolong's presence, they dared not act rashly, even the purple-clothed fierce ghosts had to behave properly.

“Is this… the Procession of a Hundred Ghosts?” As a Great Grandmaster of ancient martial arts, Feng Hanyan was still just a woman at heart, and the sight before her caused her palms to sweat and her skin to prickle. She deeply felt that Huang Xiaolong was an unfathomable enigma, a pond of immeasurably deep waters!

Without realizing it, Feng Hanyan's heart was completely entangled with Huang Xiaolong!

At this moment, when Huang Xiaolong felt it was about time, he swept his gaze across the ghosts gathered around the plaza as well as those floating in the air.

Upon encountering Huang Xiaolong's gaze, these ghostly spirits became unstable, as if their very souls were about to be shattered by his stare!

“Master… Master… Master…”

Myriads of souls and ghosts chirped and twittered.

“Do not fear, I will not destroy you,” Huang Xiaolong said in an unhurried manner. “Here… you have all seen the gold ingots. Today, I am here to distribute wealth. Whoever sees this, each ghost may come and take one gold ingot. However, if you take my money, you must do a task for me.”

“Master, may I ask what task?” A ghost in Ming dynasty official attire, a purple-clad ferocious spirit, asked with a quivering voice.

“No rush, come get the gold ingots first,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.

Once they had permission from Huang Xiaolong, the spirits immediately floated over, respectfully taking the gold ingots, but none dared to take more than one.

After receiving the gold ingots, the spirits broke out in woeful laughter; some even gently bit the ingots with their teeth, as if to check their quality.

Before long, all the gold ingots had been distributed.

All the ghosts held their breath, waiting for Huang Xiaolong to speak.

“Here… have you seen this black dagger before?” Huang Xiaolong took out the black dagger. “If not, don't worry, just remember what it looks like. In the future, if you see this item in Xian City, come directly to this villa and write down a 'death notice'. I will know.”

After a pause, Huang Xiaolong smiled. “Whoever helps me find another black dagger like this will receive some benefits…”

Just then!

“Ah~~ I've seen it… I think I've seen it…” All of a sudden, a little ghost that looked like a young boy clapped his hands and spoke.

This little ghost seemed to be about 5 or 6 years old, with severed limbs and a face studded with sharp glass shards, seemingly the victim of a car accident.

“You've seen it?” Huang Xiaolong's pupils slightly constricted.

However, Huang Xiaolong could naturally tell if a ghost was lying or not. With a brief glance at the little ghost, he knew it was telling the truth!

“We have a clue!” Ma Chuxia and Xia Ying, among others, were also visibly excited.

They knew the significance of the black dagger, and to seek it within the vast Huaxia, or even the whole world, was nearly as impossible as finding a needle in a haystack.

Now that they had some clues, it was a tremendously joyous event!

“Where did you see it?” Huang Xiaolong's heart was also slightly excited and agitated.

“Oh… I saw it in my hometown…” The little ghost said with a ghastly smile.

“Your hometown?” Huang Xiaolong was taken aback.

Standing beside the little ghost, a hanged ghost with its tongue sticking out said ingratiatingly, “Master, this little fellow isn't a local ghost from Xian City. He was here on a summer vacation with his family when he got hit by a car… His hometown is in Baoshi.”

“Baoshi? When did you see it?” Huang Xiaolong inquired.

The little ghost thought for a good while before responding, “I think it was during last year's winter break.”

“Little Long, based on the timing, it's almost a year.” Ma Chuxia spoke softly from the side. “That is to say, the other black dagger may very likely still be in Baoshi now!”

Huang Xiaolong asked a few more questions, but the little ghost really couldn't answer them.

The clue that Huang Xiaolong had now was–about a year ago, another black dagger had appeared in Baoshi!

“Good! We'll go to Baoshi tomorrow!” Huang Xiaolong nodded. He then took out several soul-recovery talismans from his canvas bag and threw them to the little ghost. “This is your reward. After you eat them, you will no longer feel pain.”

The little ghost accepted the soul-recovery talismans, devoured them all, and its damaged ghostly body immediately healed perfectly, becoming plump and pale.

“You may all disperse,” Huang Xiaolong waved his hand. “Remember, whoever finds the whereabouts of such a black dagger will be handsomely rewarded.”

The group of ghosts scattered like birds and beasts.

“Little Long, you really have a way with things, even managing to find a clue like this,” Sun Wei said, full of admiration.

“Alright, get some rest early. We'll head for Baoshi first thing tomorrow morning,” Huang Xiaolong said as he walked toward his room with Ying Aoshan in his left arm and Yan Pianpian in his right.

Feng Hanyan watched from the side, her beautiful eyes revealing a touch of somber sadness.

Early the next morning.

Ma Chuxia had already booked the tickets to Baoshi online well in advance.

Xian City and Baoshi were not far apart; Huang Xiaolong arrived in Baoshi with his wives before lunchtime.

As soon as they exited the train station.

“Buzz~~~~~”
Suddenly!

The black dagger that Huang Xiaolong was carrying began to emit a faint vibration!

“Hmm?” Huang Xiaolong felt a slight tremor in his heart.

However, that subtle fluctuation was fleeting, gone in the blink of an eye, never to be captured again.

But this was the first time since Huang Xiaolong had acquired the black dagger that he felt it actively emitting an inexplicable fluctuation.

“Little Long, what's wrong?” Ma Chuxia hurriedly asked.

“If I'm not mistaken, that ghost kid mentioned that the black dagger is still in the Treasure market,” Huang Xiaolong's eyes flashed with brilliance.

“Master, why don't we just summon all the local spirits in the Treasure market and interrogate them?” Although she had long become Huang Xiaolong's woman, Xia Ying, as always, addressed Huang Xiaolong as 'Master'.

“There's no rush for that. As long as it's still in the Treasure market, I'm not afraid it will fly away,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. “Alright, since none of us have been to the Treasure market, let's just wander around and relax a bit.”

Right then and there, Huang Xiaolong, surrounded by the lovely company of his wives, began to stroll leisurely through the Treasure market.

Due to the unfamiliarity of the place, even Ying Aoshan, a local from Shaanxi Province, had never been to the Treasure market. Unaware, the group soon found themselves wandering into a slum within the market.

The so-called slum consisted of narrow, foul-smelling alleys and clusters of low shabby houses.

As they walked on, suddenly, a burst of panicked screams erupted ahead!

“Ahh~~~~~~!!!!!!”

This terrifying scream pierced the usual calm of the slum.

“Uh~~~” Huang Xiaolong was momentarily stunned, then furrowed his brow and said, “What's happened now, let's go take a look.”

Footsteps clamored.

From many of the houses, people ran out to see what the commotion was about, heading towards the source of the screams.

Indeed, something had happened.

In one of the houses, whose door was wide open, one could see a little boy's body hanging from a beam in the main room. The boy, likely in his teens, was bizarrely dressed in a swimsuit and a red flowered skirt, his arms and legs securely tied up with ropes, and a heavy weight hanging from his feet. His hands were hung from the beam above, and he was long dead.

“How terrifying~~~” Sun Wei exclaimed in shock. “Why would this little boy commit suicide at home? And to wear a red flowered skirt before dying, yikes~~ it's so scary, with a white flower pinned on it, too.”

“This is not suicide…” Ma Chuxia stated firmly. “Have you ever seen someone commit suicide by tying up their own hands and feet so tightly? And the knots on the victim's wrists and ankles are tied in a very professional manner…”

Huang Xiaolong's gaze narrowed slightly as he saw several inconspicuous pinholes on the boy's forehead, from which a few traces of faint blood had seeped out and had already coagulated.

Huang Xiaolong's nostrils flared slightly as he spoke indifferently, “There's the scent of corpse oil…”

“Little Long, what's your take?” Ma Chuxia knew that Huang Xiaolong was invincible in this area, and since she couldn't figure anything out, she had no choice but to ask Huang Xiaolong.

“The deceased's forehead and the top of their head have been punctured, and not with just any needle, but with one soaked in corpse oil, also called the 'Soul-Drawing Needle'…” Huang Xiaolong explained calmly. “The scene of death here combines the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The swimsuit stands for water, the red skirt for fire, the steelyard weights for metal, the ceiling beam for wood, and the ground for earth…”

After a pause, Huang Xiaolong continued. “The soul of the deceased has long been harvested, completely wiped out, and this must be the doing of an evil Taoist. He must carry with him a Magic Artifact for containing souls, such as a gourd, a box, or other similar soul-holding objects. Using a red garment to lock the soul, the steelyard weights to anchor it, the deceased's feet a foot above the ground so the soul can't escape through the earth, the Soul-Drawing Needle to open the crown chakra and draw out the soul, and finally using the deceased's bones or personal belongings as a device to cultivate ghosts. In an extremely yin place, raise seven times seven, forty-nine days, and that creates a fierce ghost.”

Upon hearing Huang Xiaolong's words, the frightened wives beside him all trembled in fear, except for Ma Chuxia.

“If I'm not mistaken, this child must be of pure yin life configuration and died at precisely 13 years and 13 days old…” A glint of murderous intent flickered in Huang Xiaolong's eyes.

“Too cruel! More like beasts than humans!” Xia Ying gritted her teeth by his side. “Little Long, we have to find the Taoist who caused this boy's death!”

Just then, an old granny among the crowd of onlookers cried out, “Oh dear, this must be something unclean. How many years has it been since such a death occurred here? Little Gang died hanging in his own home for no reason, and a few days ago, Zhang the Butcher also died at home, drained of all his blood, his body pale and ghastly, so terrifying!”

“Drained of blood? The butcher?” Upon hearing this, Huang Xiaolong was suddenly shocked and quickly asked the crying old woman, “My good lady, the butcher, Zhang, who died with his blood drained and had a tragic death, did you know him well?”

“How could I not?” The old granny's face was filled with sorrow. “I watched Little Zhang grow up from birth…”

“Was he born on a yin year, yin month, yin day, and at a yin hour on the lunar calendar?” Huang Xiaolong inquired.

“Eh? How did you know?” The old granny looked at Huang Xiaolong with a suspicious gaze.

“Another person with a pure yin life configuration…” Huang Xiaolong's gaze flickered. “One died hanging from the eaves, asphyxiated. The other bled to death… I understand now…”

“Little Long, what's really going on?” Ma Chuxia asked anxiously.

“It seems that Binhai is not a peaceful place after all,” Huang Xiaolong said with a cold snicker. “There are evil-doers at work. Besides this boy and Zhang the Butcher, there must be five other people with pure yin life configurations who will die soon.”

“Alright, let's find a hotel nearby and settle down,” said Huang Xiaolong as he led his wives away.

“A Taoist is refining 'Yin Sha Fierce Ghosts'…” As he walked, Huang Xiaolong explained. “The so-called 'Yin Sha Fierce Ghosts', their refining method has long been lost because it's too sinister and malevolent. 'Yin Sha Fierce Ghosts' are countless times more powerful than ordinary fierce ghosts, you could say they're a combination of zombies and fierce ghosts, more agile than zombies and more ferocious than ghosts.”

“However, ordinary 'Yin Sha Fierce Ghosts', although fierce and violent, could still be dealt with by Taoists with some prowess. But 'Seven Sha Ghosts', that's a different story,” Huang Xiaolong's eyes narrowed slightly.

“Little Long, what is a Seven Sha Ghost? I've never heard of that before,” Ma Chuxia said, looking puzzled.

“Seven Sha Ghost is an enhanced, even ultimate version of regular Yin Sha Fierce Ghosts. Find seven people with pure yin life configurations, and these seven people must not only have pure yin life configurations but also come from seven specific professions. Then, kill them in seven entirely different ways, extract their souls, and combine the souls of all seven using a special method of sacrifice. Once refined, they can sweep away all fierce ghosts! The Seven Sha Ghost is an existence comparable to a Ghost King,” Huang Xiaolong explained.

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