The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 1382 - 712: Reverse Blood Corpse (Part 2)

"Ah, maybe it’s no big deal..." He looked up at the walls. There were many impurities in the smoke, which distressed him a bit. He honestly wasn’t sure what the outcome would be...

However, reminding himself that he had repeatedly warned the Bloodline Master and the Great Elder, and that they assured him no issues would arise in the future, he felt more at ease.

He even wiped the pouch containing the Song Family Patriarch’s Command Badge, feeling even better. He thought, "I didn’t betray the sect."

Thus, he continued focusing on the concoction process.

That was when strange things started happening on Corpse Peak.

The first bizarre event happened to a young cultivator who was currently focused on his corpse refining project. At this moment, the corpse was floating in a reservoir in front of the young man.

He didn’t notice it, but a strange aura suddenly emerged from the wall and began filling the entire area. Soon, the young cultivator started trembling and ceased his spellcasting motions. With an unprecedentedly solemn expression, he stood up, dashed out of the Immortal Cave, and then blew a hole in the ground.

After jumping into the hole, he began burying himself in the dirt up to his waist. Raising his hands above his head, he started swaying back and forth slowly. Strange events like this began happening in other parts of Corpse Peak as well. Cultivators emerged from their Immortal Caves; some serious, some shouting, and some seemingly entranced. Some even waved their arms and burst into laughter.

A cultivator stood before a large tree, wildly gesticulating and howling, his face twisting angrily, "Stop! If you act, I’ll kill you immediately!"

In the distance, another disheveled cultivator threw his head back in laughter. "Hahaha! I’ve finally reached the Rock Core Formation. From now on, call me Elder!"

Another cultivator stood rigidly before his refined corpse, howling. Apparently, he thought he was the refined corpse, and his refined corpse was the master.

Such strange scenes were everywhere. As for the unaffected Middle Cultivators, they looked around, their faces filled with shock and terror.

"What’s going on!?!"

"Heaven! What happened!?!"

"Damn it! The unaffected Middle Cultivators almost felt like they were going insane. The shocking scenes happening around them quickly brought vacant expressions to their faces.

Xu Xiaoshan flew around in the crowd in terror until he happened to bump into a large rock. Looking around fearfully, he turned to the boulder and said, "Did you see that? Something big is happening! All the disciples are hallucinating! This is bad, we need to go tell the elders!" After a moment of silence, Xu Xiaoshan stared wide-eyed at the rock. "Ehh? Why aren’t you talking?"

Another moment passed. "Are you hallucinating?!?" Looking terrified, Xu Xiaoshan flew off in another direction until he found a refined corpse.

He trembled and said, "Patriarch! Sir, you must hurry. Something big is happening. Everyone is hallucinating!"

As Xu Xiaoshan exclaimed, another Middle Cultivator on Corpse Peak in the distance suddenly threw his head back and laughed. Scornfully and arrogantly, he looked around and said, "Blood Sect! How dare Yan Xiaobao challenge me to listen to everyone say I’m the Heavenly Dao Foundation’s founder, Yan Xiaobao. Yes." Then, he swaggered through the crowd, telling everyone he saw himself as Yan Xiaobao.

The whole of Corpse Peak descended into chaos. The Grand Elder and Blood Elder rushed outside, gasping when they saw what was happening.

"What’s going on!?!"

Even as the elder began spinning his cultivation base, the Bloodline Master appeared above Corpse Peak, staring confusedly around in complete chaos.

"They’re all hallucinating!" the Bloodline Master muttered doubtfully. As for the bloody elders, they strode forward to gain control, but then their expressions turned blank.

One grabbed his head and began crying aloud. Another crouched down, placing his hands on the sides of his head, with his forefingers sticking up like a rabbit’s ears. Looking around in confusion, he began hopping like a rabbit.

Another dashed at top speed towards an Immortal Cave, where a young cultivator was buried up to his waist. This blood-streaked elder quickly crouched by the young cultivator, glaring at him seriously.

The Bloodline Master and the Great Elder felt a terrifying tingling on their scalps. Then they looked towards where Yan Xiaobao was concocting medicine, genuine shock on their faces.

"Could all this have been caused by Nightcrypt’s concoction?!?"

"Even concocting medicine shouldn’t make such terrifying things happen!!" The elderly man gasped, and just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly turned blank. He let out a piercing cry, spreading his arms like wings and flying into the air. At times, he would swoop down, grab Middle Cultivators, make strange noises, and then toss them back to the ground.

Apparently, he thought he was an eagle. As he soared in the air, he would spot cultivators below with sharp eyes and then swoop down to grab them.

This Bloodline Master’s scalp tingled so much it might explode. He immediately flew high into the air, unwilling to be anywhere near Corpse Peak, his eyes full of fear.

"How can this happen!!!?!?"

The ones most concerned about Corpse Peak were the Middle Peak cultivators. As soon as things began unraveling, they flew over to see. Upon witnessing the strange spectacle unfolding, they began gasping and withdrawing, not daring to get too close.

"The plague has finally unleashed a whirlwind!"

"This is terrifying! What’s wrong with them? Don’t tell me they’re hallucinating?!?!

"Such hallucinations must reflect their deepest desires.

"Heaven! I can’t believe one of them has been saying he’s Yan Xiaobao all along! What does he want, to become Yan Xiaobao?

Song Qu flew into the air and looked toward Corpse Peak. The first person he saw was Xu Xiaoshan, who was bowing in front of a refined corpse, calling it Patriarch. Shortly after, Xu Xiaoshan flew off in another direction and reached a relatively open area on Corpse Peak, where he suddenly collapsed to the ground and stopped moving.

It wasn’t just the Middle Peak cultivators who noticed the strange happenings. Soon, people from Nameless Peak and Little Swamp Peak realized something unusual was occurring and flew over to check out the situation. As they saw what was unfolding, they all gasped for breath.

"Who’s that madman? Is he actually prostrating in front of his refined corpse?!?"

"Isn’t that the Grand Elder of Corpse Peak? Why is he screaming like a bird? Does he really think he’s an eagle? Heaven! He’s diving toward a Blood Elder! Alas, he missed him!"

"Does that Blood Elder think he’s a rabbit or something?"

"Look at the guy buried up to his waist. What’s he doing? And what’s the Blood Elder next to him doing? He hasn’t even moved!

The cultivators from the other three peaks were stunned. Eventually, Song Junwan appeared, gasping for breath as she looked at Corpse Peak.

At that moment, the Middle Peak cultivators felt mixed emotions about Nightcrypt. For some reason, they felt he had been quite good to them after all. The worst they had dealt with was exploding furnaces and diarrhea. Corpse Peak’s situation was simply terrifying.

The Bloodline Master of Corpse Peak felt like crying but had no tears. He looked around blankly at everything happening, feeling he might lose his sanity at any moment.

Even as everyone was frightened, the Ancestors at the peak finally noticed the situation. Meanwhile, the young cultivator who was the first to be affected, the one who had reached his arms into the air and started swaying, suddenly looked at the Blood Elder crouched beside him without moving.

This young Middle Cultivator was quite curious about this. He had already noticed the Blood Elder arrived early, but after considerable thought, he couldn’t recognize him. Finally, he decided to ask directly to relieve his confusion. Hesitating for a moment, this young Middle Cultivator asked, "Excuse me, are you an Immortal Herb?"

"No, of course not," the blood-streaked elder replied solemnly. "I am an Immortal Egg!"

Even as panic filled Corpse Mountain Peak, Yan Xiaobao lay in the grave, howling with all his lungs. Meanwhile, his Emerald Zombie trembled as two medicinal medicines appeared in its Dantian Region.

One was the Reverse Blood Corpse Refining pill, and the other was a smaller synchronized version.

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