novelraw Chapter 19 : Chapter 19
Chapter 19 : Chapter 19
Chapter 19: The Curtain Falls
After his dragon-like transformation, Xie Tianshu’s body had immense defense, and he soon stood again.
But he was numb, muscles aching and weak.
“Swish!”
Not giving him time to recover, my figure closed in.
A yellow sword gleam sliced through the air, aiming for his abdomen.
Xie Tianshu instinctively raised his claw to block.
“Pfft!”
The blade, with unstoppable force, severed his scaled claw and carved a deep gash in his abdomen.
Blood flowed uncontrollably.
“Ah…”
Xie Tianshu trembled in pain, fear, and confusion, retreating quickly, letting out a shrill scream.
This agony surpassed his earlier arm loss, laced with despair. Despite his monstrous strength, he was still defeated.
His sword couldn’t pierce my scales before.
Why was it suddenly so sharp?
His claw was cut like tofu.
He’d never know that the Yellow Dragon Sword, fueled by my scorching airflow, was a different weapon from its normal state.
Because his grotesque head was already severed by me.
“Thud!”
His head fell, body collapsing.
The world seemed to quiet in an instant!
I stared at the headless giant’s oozing, thick blood, then at the blood-soaked battlefield littered with corpses. Only Zhao Meng and Chen Hong, both crippled, remained.
The other team members had fled when Xie Tianshu transformed, watching timidly from afar.
Were they afraid of me or the corpses?
The gore was too terrifying for those unaccustomed to killing— worse than all their childhood nightmares combined.
Gradually, the killing intent fueled by rage and hatred faded, leaving me drained. My bloodied hands trembled, barely holding the Yellow Dragon Sword.
A nauseating urge to vomit overwhelmed me.
My first time killing— and so many.
The impact on my heart was greater than when I fell onto the bronze ship.
My heartbeat thundered, my mind alternating between blank and blood-red. I sat on Xie Tianshu’s corpse, staring at his head, my eyes unfocused.
Qi Shanshan approached, crouching, tugging my sleeve, softly calling, “Weiyi, Weiyi, don’t scare Sister Shanshan—what’s wrong…”
“Weiyi… it’s Sister Shanshan…”
I regained my composure, exhaling heavily, practicing the Jade Void Breathing Technique. My eyes regained clarity, meeting Qi Shanshan’s beautiful, refined face: “I’m fine, just… overwhelmed for a moment…”
“Don’t say it!”
Qi Shanshan pressed a finger to my lips, too intimate, gently comforting: “We know they deserved it—don’t feel any burden.”
I found her behavior odd, lacking boundaries. She hadn’t been like this before, calling Gao Huan and me “half-crippled.”
Soon, more team members gathered, concerned for my safety.
They weren’t afraid of me— only Xie Tianshu— so they’d fled.
What was killing?
I’d risked my life to save them.
In national crises, heroes are revered; in personal peril, gods are worshipped.
I wasn’t a god, but in their darkest, most helpless moment, I led them out.
Uncomfortable with being surrounded, revered, feared, flattered, I stood, fleeing to check on my senior brother.
Qi Shanshan, in her physician’s coat, fragrant and close, followed like a shadow.
As if she’d latched onto me.
Zhao Meng, lifted into the medical shack and laid on a bed, was unconscious from pain, face pale, breath faint.
“Senior Brother, Senior Brother…”
I touched his swollen, purple legs, seeing cracked bones at the knees. His shoulder was just as bad, bones misaligned— shocking.
I turned to Qi Shanshan, pleading, “Dr. Qi, save my senior brother.”
“Leave it to me!”
Qi Shanshan added, “Weiyi, I know you’re focused on your brother’s safety, but go collect those imperishable items— they’re yours. Don’t let those who didn’t lift a finger take them. They might gain extraordinary power and become the next Xie Tianshu or Kong Fan.”
Old Liu and Zhao Meng’s loyal followers nodded vigorously, now looking to me as their leader.
They admired Qi Shanshan’s foresight and calm rationality, knowing what to do now and what might come.
They hadn’t fully recovered from the earlier chaos.
Two female researchers stayed to assist Qi Shanshan.
Old Liu and others left the shack, beating the injured Chen Hong to vent their rage.
Chen Hong’s corpse armor, originally Zhao Meng’s, was stripped and given to me.
I noticed after this battle, everyone treated me with utmost respect, surpassing even their deference to Captain Gao Xin. I didn’t need to act— others retrieved the silver-threaded gloves, scripture belt, and dragon-patterned ring from the corpses, presenting them to me.
Three team members even carried the ten-foot black spear to the shack, placing it at my feet.
I couldn’t help but laugh— was I being crowned?
A research team leader instructed Qin Ke to stay by my side, helping with small tasks.
“Brother Weiyi… or little brother, call me Keke,” Qin Ke said.
She was Professor Xu’s student, Gao Huan’s classmate.
In the team, besides Cai Yutong and Qi Shanshan, she and Liu Ying were the youngest and most beautiful. But timid, she’d thrown the shotgun into the sea.
I found the Tao Ancestor Tai Chi Fish near Han Qin’s body.
Cleaning it, I wore it around my neck. Examining Han Qin’s head, the impact from the Tai Chi Fish had shattered his skull, blood pooling.
No breath.
“Thirty meters away, I can kill with it. I should carry stones, metal shards, or throwing knives— as good as a handgun.”
With my strength, accuracy was key for stone-throwing kills.
My airflow-enhanced eyes and sect-learned needle-throwing skills ensured precision.
Xie Tianshu, Chen Hong, Kong Fan, and the security members were weak, so my thrown sword succeeded. Against true masters, tossing or discarding it would be a grave mistake.
…
Director Yang lay curled on the ground, blood drained, body withered like bones.
His hair white, eyes cloudy, he was near death.
Seeing me approach.
He clutched my pant leg with his last strength, straining to lift his head, as if to speak.
I helped him sit, moved by his pitiful state. In just seven days, how had it come to this? It felt like another lifetime.
Grasping my wrist, he rasped, pleading, “Back to Earth… hurry back, take the Buddha’s relic to Ganlu Temple’s underground chamber… you must… must… or else…”
His grip loosened, and he passed.
“What does that mean? Why the temple’s chamber…” I checked his pulse— gone— and laid him down.
Qin Ke said, “The Buddha’s relic was found in Ganlu Temple’s chamber.”
I thought Director Yang’s obsession with the relic and returning to Earth might be tied to this, so I questioned the two bound Lab 705 members.
They knew little about the chamber.
Returning to Earth was beyond our control, so I set it aside. More pressing matters loomed.
The Ghost Bear Emperor at the stern, the bone demon in the grave.
They were far more dangerous than Xie Tianshu, Kong Fan, or Director Yang!
And this chaos held many mysteries.
…
Gao Huan, Old Liu, and over twenty strong team members, armed with shields, stun guns, rebar, and knives, entered the mist to hunt the escaped Xie Jin and four others.
I entered the shack as Qi Shanshan finished disinfecting, stopping the bleeding, bandaging, and setting Zhao Meng’s bones.
But he remained unconscious, face ashen.
Seeing sweat on Qi Shanshan’s forehead, I said, “Thank you for your hard work…”
“Take off your clothes.”
Qi Shanshan packed medical supplies.
I was stunned.
Turning, she scolded with concern: “Only worried about your brother? You’re injured too and say nothing. Are all men this macho?”
“Just minor injuries— nothing serious.”
My wounds were on my left shoulder and right wrist.
The shoulder, grazed by the seal’s lightning, was charred, skin damaged, and painful.
The wrist, cut by the coffin’s edge, had scabbed but reopened using the heavy spear, which strained my strength, injuring myself while harming others.
For me, with the scorching airflow, these were minor.
They’d heal in a day.
But Qi Shanshan insisted, so I removed my clothes for her to bandage.
As she wrapped my wrist, I studied her face and eyes: “I heard before the chaos, you took Senior Sister Cai away. Where is she now?”