Kong Sect's Negligence Causes Calamity, Foolish Disciple's Actions Provoke Tiger's Might

"This strange illness can even spread through ordinary poultry and livestock?"

Chen Duan's gaze was sharp as he looked at the carcasses of several recently disposed of domestic animals on the ground before him.

Their eyeballs were ghastly white, and they looked extremely peculiar.

"Currently, it seems so."

Kong Yuanhong's voice was filled with regret.

"Your subordinate thought it was a minor issue and didn't dare to trouble the Demon Lord with your cultivation. I never expected it to lead to such consequences. Your subordinate deserves death..."

"Enough, enough, stop your whining."

Chen Duan snapped impatiently.

Kong Yuanhong immediately shut his mouth.

"Kong Er, how is the follow-up handling?"

Chen Duan knew very well that Kong Yuanhong was greedy for power and liked to play clever tricks.

For reliable work, one still had to rely on Kong Mingcheng.

Kong Mingcheng dared not conceal anything:

"Reporting to the Demon Lord, the surrounding areas have been completely cleared, but one infected chicken escaped into the mountains and forests, and its whereabouts are unknown..."

His voice grew softer as he spoke.

This time, the three Kong brothers had really caused a huge mess, resulting in considerable losses and panic.

But the situation was too bizarre and strange, and they just happened to run into it.

It could only be said that their luck was extremely bad.

It turned out that the hunter who had escaped that day was found collapsed in a farmer's chicken coop not long after.

He still had a sliver of consciousness at the time. Unwilling to harm people when he fell ill, he instinctively rushed into the livestock pen and frantically devoured the poultry.

He was trying to suppress the urge to attack living people within his body in this way.

In the chaos, many poultry were bitten and scratched by him and scattered in all directions.

At that time, no one had expected that this strange illness could be transmitted to livestock in this manner.

By the time they realized the problem, it was already too late.

Although the three Kong brothers immediately led their men to clear the area overnight.

Still, quite a few people were unfortunately infected after being attacked by infected livestock.

Chen Duan strode into the large wooden house used for isolating patients.

A smell mixed with herbs and decay assailed his nostrils.

Inside, everyone was tightly bound, groaning helplessly.

Some of the severely ill had skin that had already turned black, and they were biting and growling wildly like beasts.

Seeing this, Kong Mingcheng quickly gave a look to a subordinate beside him.

The subordinate immediately stepped forward, grabbed a handful of grayish-white powder from a medicinal pouch, and flung it out with force.

The powder diffused, and the afflicted patients, after inhaling it, gradually fell into a state of stupor.

Kong Mingcheng carefully observed Chen Duan's expression.

"Demon Lord, we have invited many renowned doctors. Although they are delirious and their bodies have abnormalities, they are still alive, and their pulses have not ceased. Perhaps there is still hope for treatment."

"Tianpeng, can your methods work?" Chen Duan did not respond, turning to ask Kong Tianpeng.

Kong Tianpeng shook his head gravely.

"Reporting to the Demon Lord, your subordinate is powerless."

His cultivation technique wasn't about miraculous healing. The last time, it was just a coincidence; the cause of the illness was a parasitic organism.

Hearing this, Chen Duan asked no further questions.

He paced slowly and came to the bedside of a middle-aged man who was the most seriously ill.

He extended his left hand, fingers slightly spread, and placed it on the man's chest.

A subtle internal energy flowed from Chen Duan's palm into the man's body, circulating and exploring his meridians and organs.

A moment later.

Chen Duan withdrew his hand, a glint flashing in his eyes.

He seemed to have discovered something.

He silently walked up to the remaining patients one by one.

He followed the same procedure, placing his palm against them, channeling his internal energy, and carefully sensing and exploring.

When he reached the last patient, who appeared to be the youngest.

As soon as he extended his palm...

Disaster struck!

The young man, whose aura had been calm moments before, suddenly went berserk.

The chains binding him snapped loose, and he bared his white, sharp teeth, lunging at Chen Duan.

"Demon Lord, be careful!"

Kong Yuanhong and Kong Tianpeng, standing a short distance away, turned pale with fright at the sight. They cried out and prepared to rush forward.

However, they had only just taken their first steps.

The patient had already sunk his teeth firmly into Chen Duan's forearm.

"It's fine."

Chen Duan raised a hand, signaling for the two brothers not to come any closer.

His voice was terrifyingly calm.

Not a hint of any other emotion could be detected.

With his other hand, he reached out and grasped the man's head, fingers closing around it.

With a slight exertion of force, he pulled the head from his arm.

Yet, the powerful bite had left no mark on Chen Duan's arm.

Other than a bit of drool.

Not even his skin had been broken.

Chen Duan didn't even look at his arm, his gaze fixed intently on the young man.

After a brief moment of madness, the young man regained his senses.

He was first bewildered, then upon seeing the situation, his heart leaped in shock. His voice trembled as he said:

"My lord, spare me! I... I didn't mean to! I really couldn't control myself..."

As he spoke, he noticed Chen Duan narrowing his eyes. Those eyes, like a fierce tiger's, seemed to pierce through his skin and gaze into the depths of his soul.

Until Chen Duan spoke in a low voice, asking a question that instantly silenced the young man:

"Oh? Couldn't control yourself? Are you sure you truly 'couldn't control yourself'?"

At these words.

Kong Mingcheng, who had also been about to step forward, halted.

His mind was the most meticulous, and he immediately sensed something was wrong, his brow furrowing slightly.

Instead of checking on Chen Duan like his two brothers, he quickly circled behind the young man and picked up the chain.

He examined it closely, and his heart sank.

There were hardly any signs of struggle or wear on the lock.

The chain had been loose all along; it wasn't even locked!

"You scoundrel!"

Kong Mingcheng's expression changed drastically. He turned and glared at the several Martial Artists responsible for the guard duty, shouting angrily:

"Speak! Who unlocked this chain for him?"

Kong Yuanhong and Kong Tianpeng were stunned for a moment, then their faces turned grim.

This wasn't an accident; someone was trying to harm the Demon Lord!

Everyone present held their breath, exchanging glances.

But no one dared to step forward and confess.

"No one wants to speak? Then all of you will be thrown into prison and interrogated under torture!"

The scene immediately erupted into chaos and panic.

Finally.

A haggard-looking middle-aged Martial Artist from the crowd gritted his teeth and pushed his way forward.

With a thud, he knelt heavily before Chen Duan:

"Demon Lord! This was all my doing, and no one else is involved. I only beg that you do not take your anger out on the other innocent brothers!"

"Go to hell!"

Kong Yuanhong kicked him over and pointed at him, cursing furiously:

"The Demon Lord treated you well! How could you do this! How dare you!"

The middle-aged Martial Artist struggled, propping himself up with his arm.

He endured the intense pain and, in a hoarse voice, revealed the reason.

It turned out his two biological brothers had contracted the illness.

Seeing their condition worsen daily and the doctors unable to do anything, he was filled with despair and fear.

He was afraid Chen Duan would gather all the infected to deal with them all at once to prevent future trouble, which was why he devised a plan to infect Chen Duan as well.

If Chen Duan were also infected with the strange illness, the sect would spare no expense in finding a cure. His afflicted brother... might then have a sliver of hope.

"No! It has nothing to do with my brother! It was me! I begged my brother to do this!"

The young man Chen Duan held in his hand shouted urgently upon seeing this.

"I was just too scared! I was afraid of being abandoned! Of being killed just like that!"

This suspicion was not unfounded; similar situations had occurred throughout history in every dynasty.

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