The Threefold Marvelous Uses of Liver Killing Intent

Wang Ping was the worst-quality medicinal specimen among the three test subjects.

Yet at the final moment, he had erupted with all his potential, letting Sun Sheng feast to his heart's content.

But amid that pleasure, Sun Sheng had actually developed the thought of treating his twelve women well.

In an instant, he realized that Wang Ping's killing intent had affected him.

But that was no concern.

The temperament of such trash would be wiped out by him in the blink of an eye.

What delighted him more now was this liver killing intent.

He stood where he was as dark-red killing intent, almost tangible, danced at his fingertips like venomous needles.

This was the effect of absorbing just one piece of trash.

What if he absorbed someone else?

Gu Qingfeng naturally surfaced in his mind.

That country bumpkin!

That fellow had a better constitution than this man. His liver had to be healthier and sturdier, and the killing intent it produced would surely be purer and more delicious!

What was more, that country bumpkin was rather handsome and slender. If Sun Sheng absorbed his killing intent, perhaps he would become even more beautiful himself.

At that thought, Sun Sheng's gaze grew increasingly greedy.

If this were a meal, then what lay before him was merely an appetizer, while the true sumptuous feast came later.

The two corpses in the alley had already been casually tossed into a corner.

Next, a bottle of green medicinal liquid was poured over them, and the corpses began to bubble and rot.

There was no one around to witness this. Even if someone did, it did not matter.

On the surface, Red Tears City prohibited the wanton taking of lives, but that was only because those above feared excessive chaos would affect ordinary people's labor.

A killing was a killing. With his status, abilities, and his master's name, even if he were discovered, he would merely punish himself with three cups of wine and pay some money to settle the matter.

Besides, who would dare discover him?

Someone might have seen him seize that woman, but who would dare follow him?

Just as Sun Sheng was thinking of Gu Qingfeng as a delicious grand feast, Gu Qingfeng was in the latrine.

His right index finger formed a sword gesture and extended forward.

At once, dark-red killing intent spilled from his fingertip, strikingly clear.

"Good heavens, this level of condensation is actually no weaker than true essence."

No, this killing intent carried another sort of aura as well.

He had originally intended to use his left hand to test the power of this killing intent, but his hand stopped halfway there.

Not only had goosebumps risen all over him, he also felt somewhat afraid.

More precisely, his gall went cold.

This overflowing killing intent could actually make people frightened and chilled to the bone?

Killing intent produced by dissolving the liver could make people's gall turn cold. Mm, that was perfectly reasonable.

If this killing intent were used to kill someone, it would first scare the enemy out of his wits the moment it was unleashed. Naturally, the efficiency of killing would be even greater.

Moreover, Gu Qingfeng sensed that once this killing intent appeared, it could not only be released in this manner to kill. It also held other mysteries within the body.

This killing intent could stimulate the flesh and blood throughout his body like acupuncture needles. During the process, if he exerted force using the method of circulating true qi, he could even manipulate flesh and blood as though with threads of silk.

For example, a strand of killing intent was now condensed within Gu Qingfeng's right arm. Through those wisps and threads of killing intent, he formed some marvelous connection with his muscles, allowing him to control his strength with greater ease.

He lowered his head and looked at his crotch.

Wisps of liver killing intent immediately gathered at his crotch, controlling the muscles there.

He then took off his pants and began to urinate.

His stream went up and down, left and right. Wherever Gu Qingfeng looked, it sprayed there. Even when there was a tiny hole in the roof, it passed through it with extreme precision.

In other words, by using this killing intent to control the muscles at his crotch, his urine could hit wherever he pointed it.

He had not expected this killing intent to have yet another marvelous use!

To him, this killing intent was simply covered in advantages from head to toe. If he had to name one flaw, it was that there was too little of it.

Once the medicinal effect faded, it would no longer continue producing killing intent.

He wanted more, much more!

The deaths of test subject Wang Ping and his wife caused even less of a stir than a leaf falling into water, raising not the slightest ripple in the city.

But in Sun Sheng's heart, they had not died for nothing.

They had become killing intent within his body, so their lives had not been lived in vain.

Gu Qingfeng emerged from the latrine and had just returned to the testing room in the rear courtyard when he heard a fierce argument.

The argument was coming from ahead.

That seemed to be the room where they tested the Han-surnamed Celestial Venerable's Little Green Bottle medicine.

Like everyone else, now that he had finally encountered some excitement, how could he possibly let it pass without watching?

Gu Qingfeng followed the sound of the argument.

But as soon as he drew near, he smelled a thick stench of blood.

A man lay on the ground, saying, "This medicine can't be tested! It can't be tested! It'll kill people!"

The medicine attendant in charge retorted, "Don't spout nonsense!"

"What nonsense? You told us there was a fifty-percent chance of increasing cultivation and a fifty-percent chance of just getting diarrhea."

The medicine attendant nodded. "That's right. Didn't you just get diarrhea?"

The man's face was pale, and he looked utterly miserable. "But your diarrhea made my intestines come out!"

The medicine attendant said with a serious expression, "Then tell me, wasn't it just diarrhea?"

The man said, "My intestines have come out. I'm going to die."

"Please, please save me."

As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around the medicine attendant's leg.

At this moment, a black-clad doctor approached, pulled down his pants, took one look, and said, "You need surgery. Considering you're a test subject, twenty taels of silver."

The man wailed, "But I haven't even received half my payment for testing medicine yet. I only have eight taels."

The black-clad doctor shook his head. "That's none of my concern. Those are the apothecary's rules."

The medicine attendant kicked him away. "Those are the rules."

Tears welled in the man's eyes as he said, "You... you're murdering people for money."

The medicine attendant retorted, "What murder for money? So many people test medicine here. Why are you the only one with a problem? Some people have even seen their cultivation surge."

"When all is said and done, your constitution is too poor and your resistance to medicine is insufficient!"

At that moment, someone nearby said, "Exactly. I only feel an extra current of air in my stomach. Could this be true qi?"

The medicine attendant nodded. "Very likely!"

"I'm going to become a Qi Refiner!"

That person could not help growing excited.

Knowing he could not argue against them, the man pleaded tearfully, "Then treat me first. Can I owe the rest for now? I'll make it up with the money from later medicine tests."

The medicine attendant shook his head. "Ghost Hand Apothecary does not extend credit. With medicine resistance as poor as yours, you can't test any more medicine anyway."

The man lay on the ground, knowing that if he remained here, he would not survive. His face filled with hatred as he covered his buttocks and staggered out of Ghost Hand Apothecary, reeking from head to toe.

Just when everyone thought this farce had ended, a clamor suddenly arose outside not long afterward.

"Ghost Hand Apothecary harms people through medicine testing! A perfectly healthy man tested medicine here until his intestines came out, and they won't even treat him!"

"Unlike our Jiangzhong Hall of the Jiangzhong Sect, with a century of foundations, we swiftly cover any problems from medicine testing—and for free!"

At this moment, a group of people carried the man who had just suffered the accident to the entrance of Ghost Hand Apothecary and began making a tremendous fuss.

This immediately drew many onlookers.

The crowd pointed and discussed the matter, with some even bringing up the grudge between the two sides.

Ghost Physician Ghosthand was not a local of Returning Ruins. He had fled here from elsewhere, and before his apothecary appeared, the local Jiangzhong Sect had been the largest medicine business here.

Even now, it still counted as such.

However, the appearance of Ghost Hand Apothecary had indeed stolen a great deal of Jiangzhong Sect's business.

Especially now that there were fewer test subjects. If you had one, he did not, and the relationship between the two sides had become even more hostile.

"You scum from Jiangzhong Hall, you want to spread nonsense, is that it? We're all doctors, and we all eat by the blade. Want to have a little contest?"

Gu Qingfeng had not seen much of these black-clad doctors from Ghost Hand Apothecary before, but they had fiery tempers. They had already come out carrying blades.

Seeing how the two sides seemed about to hack at each other, Gu Qingfeng's brows furrowed slightly as he began to calculate.