You Have Chosen the Path to Death! (Please Keep Reading)

Zhao Situ was Ghosthand's first disciple.

Back then, the Ghost Physician Ghosthand had not been in the Returning Ruins for long. Relying on his peerless medical skills and methods of killing, he swiftly gained a foothold.

The first Ghost Hand Apothecary he opened had also been quite successful.

With the principle of making it bigger and stronger, he decided to start taking disciples.

But the Returning Ruins differed from the Ten Continents. Living conditions were harsh, there were few people, and even fewer talented ones.

Zhao Situ was the first talent Ghosthand discovered.

This fellow was deft and ingenious, especially gifted in anything involving blades. He learned at a glance, could draw inferences from one instance, and even created some second-rate moves of his own.

Ghosthand thought he had found a treasure, but unfortunately, he soon discovered that Zhao Situ was not quite right in the head.

Deft and ingenious was one thing; it had nothing to do with whether his brain worked well. Just as bleeding from all seven orifices was one thing, and did not necessarily mean death.

Zhao Situ learned blade techniques and craftsmanship quickly, but it was as though a piece of his brain was missing.

The most agonizing part was that it would have been fine if he had known his own limits and recognized that his brain was lacking. Yet he was absurdly confident, convinced that he was clever.

Clever beyond compare!

Ghosthand had reminded him both openly and in private that his brain was not working properly, told him to nourish it more, and had even prescribed medicine for him himself.

But Zhao Situ would not listen, insisting that he was incomparably brilliant!

When faced with such a grand genius, Ghosthand dearly wished he could replace half of his brain.

But replacing his brain might affect his deftness and ingenuity.

Ghosthand could only sigh and lament, "There truly are no perfect people in this world—apart from me."

Zhao Situ's brain was lacking, but with his talent for deftness and ingenuity, coupled with the Ghosthand Lineage's inherent expertise in killing, his destructive power was formidable.

Among his peers, one could say that his lethality was the most astonishing.

Those whose medical arts were better at killing were not as skilled as him, while those whose medical arts surpassed his did not know how to kill as well. Step by step, this forged the fearsome reputation of the "Little Ghost Blade."

This Little Ghost Blade was practically a sharp weapon in the hands of the Ghost Physician Ghosthand.

Especially now that he stood at the threshold of the fourth realm, the Divine Sense Realm. His killing arts had advanced another step, and he could be called the ceiling among "enforcers."

So even though his mind had its flaws, Lord Ghosthand had not abandoned him, granting him the status and treatment of senior brother.

Unfortunately, whenever this senior brother's feet touched the ground, his "clever" brain would remain in a state of occupying the high ground.

It had been fine before, when his master was around and nothing major happened, because his "cleverness" had not exerted itself too hard.

But now, this sharp ghostly blade had been unsheathed!

His clever brain had already concluded that it had seen through everything. Naturally, he was going to avenge the Ghosthand Lineage and his junior brother!

Avenge this blood debt!

Seeing him arrive with his men in such a menacing manner, the two medicine boys of the Jiangzhong Sect's Red Tears Branch instinctively stepped forward to stop him.

But the moment they opened their mouths, Zhao Situ waved his hand, and their heads left their necks.

Because they flew away so quickly, the two medicine boys could even see their headless bodies still standing there in their blocking poses.

"Murder!"

"Sa Ri Lang!"

"Murder!"

The two onlookers had not expected the very first move to take lives, and they could not help crying out excitedly.

But their cries came to an abrupt halt in an instant.

A seemingly ordinary hand blade had already turned into a flying knife, pierced through their chests, and flown back.

This time, Gu Qingfeng saw it clearly. Zhao Situ had transformed his true essence into nearly visible threads, wrapped them around the hand blade, and only then could the blade fly back and forth at will.

This was not simply using force to wield true essence; it also incorporated mind power.

Naturally, this method was not the Divine Sense Realm's unfathomable "wherever the mind reached, flying knives killed." Yet it could still make the flying knives fast enough, ruthless enough, and obedient enough!

No matter how nimble and swift a person's body was, it could never be faster than the thoughts in their mind!

The two onlookers had their bodies pierced through just like that, and one of them still had his final breath.

He could not help glancing at the bloody hole in his chest and grumbling, "You even kill people watching the show?"

Zhao Situ did not spare him a glance.

"He even kills people watching the show!"

"Quack, retreat!"

"Retreat!"

The gathered spectators all backed away at the sight, though not by much.

Because if they retreated too far, they would not be able to see the details!

"Damn it, do you think the physicians of our Jiang Zhongtang are pushovers?"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three black blades flew out, carrying whirling blade winds, like falling flowers dancing with the wind.

The physicians of Jiang Zhongtang had made their move!

These black blades were unlike ordinary hand blades. Rather than being small, they were quite large, with thick backs.

That was because they had originally been used to dissect corpses. They had to cut flesh and sever bone; they could not be small.

The three black blades were rather heavy, yet in the hands of the three physicians, they seemed light and swift.

In a place like the Returning Ruins, wicked men, villainous disciples, evil ghosts, and demonic creatures emerged one after another. To be a physician, one not only had to know how to treat illness, but also how to wield a blade and kill!

The red talismans engraved upon these black blades showed that they could not only kill people, but also destroy ghosts and slay demons!

The three physicians' blades were so fast that they dazzled the eye!

Moreover, from the moment they attacked, their footwork and blade techniques coordinated with one another, forming an exquisite blade formation that was like a net, now spreading, now drawing tight.

At this moment, the three physicians all leaped inward, as though they were drawing in the net, intending to hack Zhao Situ into eight pieces.

But Zhao Situ gave a cold laugh, and a gray mist suddenly rose around his body.

That was the true essence within him!

The mist formed from true essence wove together in wisps and strands, as though it had given him another suit of armor.

This "true essence armor" could not completely block the Jiangzhong physicians' swift blades, but it could slow their edges.

When the black blades met the mist of true essence, it was as though they had fallen into water, slowing slightly.

The moment they slowed, Zhao Situ became fast!

He threw three punches in succession.

The three punches struck the three physicians' necks exactly, accompanied by the sound of breaking.

The three physicians could not help shuddering, clutching their shattered necks.

Thus, the black blades that were still an inch away from Zhao Situ could advance no farther.

An inch of distance was the end of the earth, was life and death!

This was pure suppression by realm.

It had to be said that the Jiangzhong Sect truly deserved to be the local medical sect with the deepest foundations. The moment three physicians died, eight more physicians carrying black blades emerged in the blink of an eye.

In terms of physician talent alone, they far outnumbered Ghosthand's Eighteenth Apothecary.

Zhao Situ shook his half-white, half-black hair and chuckled. "So you want to compete in numbers?"

"Get them!"

At this moment, whether it was the four people he had brought, the three remaining physicians and crowd of medicine boys and clerks from Ghosthand's Eighteenth Apothecary, or even the purple-skirted madam among the spectators, all felt somewhat timid before those eight black-bladed physicians.

None of them charged first. They all wanted someone else to take the lead.

Zhao Situ could not help shaking his head and sighing, "What a bunch of trash!"

"I'll help you!"

Blood Soul Divine Needle!

As he spoke, a string of flying needles suddenly shot from his sleeves.

Red threads trailed behind those flying needles as they pierced into the bodies of "their own people," even passersby on the roadside.

After being struck by the needles, every one of them jerked their heads aside, their eyes turning red.

As Zhao Situ's sleeves filled with red threads, he waved his hand, and those people immediately charged toward Jiang Zhongtang like puppets on strings.

"Wow! Retreat!"

"Even passersby are being used!"

There had originally been seven or eight people watching beside Gu Qingfeng, but in the blink of an eye, he was the only one left.

Damn it, if he had not dodged quickly, he would have been pierced and dragged away too.

Were they your people, that you could just stab them at random?

In Young Hero Gu Qingfeng's eyes, this behavior had undoubtedly already chosen the path to death!