A Thousand Plans Layered into Authority

Hehehehe! Hehehe!!

Amidst the ghostly laughter.

Chu Tianshu's eyelids twitched, and he reached out and pressed down on the hilt of the Three-Seven Sword.

This Saber Intent was truly powerful, almost causing Sanqi to unleash his own artistic conception.

However, the Saber Intent is still within Fang Tai's wound, and the illusion that has dissipated is only a faint shadow, fleeting and ephemeral.

Feng Baili strode into the hall, patted Fang Tai's back (who was still coughing), and whispered a spell.

He had only recited two lines when the iron ruler on the incense table made a slight cracking sound.

Fang Tai's expression changed slightly. He straightened his back and, intentionally or unintentionally, parried Feng Baili's hand.

Feng Baili frowned slightly, but stepped back and began to talk about Chu Tianshu's background.

After hearing his concise words, Fang Tai smiled and said, "So you're the divine physician of the Night Wanderer Clan."

"I have long heard that the Night Wandering Lad has traveled far and wide, encountering many talented individuals who often acquire several unique skills in addition to their natural talents."

"But my injury is indeed troublesome. You can try, but don't worry, if it can't be cured, the hospital won't blame you."

Feng Baili sighed inwardly, feeling that his words were too arrogant.

Chu Tianshu is not a subordinate of the Earth Beam Palace. He just said that this divine doctor has helped the train and the wounded soldiers one after another. How can he be treated in such a tone?

Feng Baili quietly observed Chu Tianshu, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that Chu Tianshu was calm and composed.

Fortunately, this young man, though seemingly young, is a kind and compassionate person.

"Of the thousands of races and species in the world, their constitutions differ, and the origins of their injuries vary, thus the methods of treatment are worlds apart."

As Chu Tianshu spoke, he walked to Fang Tai's side and reached out to untie the bandage on his palm.

A dark red wound, crooked and twisted, like an earthworm, crawled from the back of the hand to the wrist.

The entire wound was only about four inches long, and no bone was visible.

But this single wound exudes a sinister aura, and the air above it occasionally twists and turns, as if a ghostly light flickers within it.

"I have some understanding of the physical constitution of the Fangfeng Clan, but if I know nothing about the origin of this injury, I'm afraid it will be difficult to treat it."

Upon hearing this, Fang Tai pondered for a moment.

Chu Tianshu pressed his thumb down on Fang Tai's forearm.

Fang Tai felt a tingling sensation in his forearm, the pain greatly reduced, and his back straightened up involuntarily. He looked over with delight in his eyes.

Chu Tianshu's thumb has been removed.

"Ha!"

Fang Tai groaned, feeling the pain suddenly return, even more intense than before.

Chu Tianshu is broad-minded and would never harm a patient's health because of their attitude.

However, for Fang Tai, the head of the academy, a high-ranking official of the Long Continent Kingdom and a master at the Taboo level, a little extra pain is not a big deal.

"Oops!"

Chu Tianshu shook his head, his face full of regret, "My finger treatment only had half the effect."

"If we knew the origin of the injury, the effect would increase by at least three percent."

Fang Tai knew this man was truly capable, and upon hearing this, he no longer hesitated. "Does the young master know of the Yu Mountain Ghost Mother Clan?"

"Not long ago, a monstrous demon from the Ghost Mother Clan, audacious enough to launch a sneak attack on the two palaces, which were considered extremely important."

"This officer fought him for three hundred rounds, and although he was forced back, he unfortunately suffered a fatal blow..."

It really was that Ghost Mother Clan Commander!

When Chu Tianshu sensed the Saber Intent, he immediately realized that it must be a ferocious Evil Spirit.

This aura is somewhat similar to those Soul-Transferring Ancient Corpse in the Golden Triangle, but it is far more powerful.

Fang Tai's so-called "three hundred rounds of battle" is nothing but a sow letting out a fart.

After all, according to the white ape's confession, the Ghost Mother Clan's commander launched a surprise attack on the two important palaces, killing several academy leaders.

In the end, it was only through a direct confrontation with the Heavenly Official in the Heavenly King Palace that they were forced to retreat.

Even if the white ape's testimony isn't entirely credible, you can tell just by looking at Fang Tai's wounds.

The other person's knife only grazed his hand, yet the injury has persisted for so long without healing.

"I've heard that the Ghost Mother Clan mainly lives in the deep layers of the realm, but I've never had the chance to meet them. However, some of my clan's records document many of their characteristics."

Chu Tianshu pondered for a moment, "The reason this injury is so difficult to treat is because of the unique nature of the Saber Intent. Once it comes into contact with the soul's Mind Power, it transforms the Mind Power into corpse poison."

"The academy headmaster's attempt to fight against it using only his Mind Power is like adding fuel to the fire."

"If one relies on the Mind Power of others, those with cultivation levels similar to or lower than the Dean's, while it may be somewhat useful, it's still a drop in the ocean."

"If their cultivation level is higher than that of the Dean, such as the Heavenly Official or Earthly Sovereign, when they remove the poison, their mental power touches the Dean's soul, and is then further influenced by this sword energy, it might actually cause the corpse poison to undergo new changes."

Instead of saving him, Fang Tai might die on the spot.

Fang Tai nodded repeatedly as he listened.

After being injured, he was unable to remove the deadly poison from the blade's energy on his own, so he considered asking Earth Governor for help.

That was also the assessment of the Earth Governor at the time, which told him that he could only endure it.

Only after the Heavenly Official recovered from his injuries, and with the combined efforts of the Heavenly Official and the Earthly Ruler, could the sword energy be removed before it changed, without harming his soul.

"Does the miracle doctor have a good remedy?"

Chu Tianshu stared at the wound, remaining silent for a moment.

Both Feng Baili and Fang Tai became a little uneasy.

Little did Chu Tianshu know, he was intently studying the changes in the sword energy within the wound, inwardly praising it repeatedly.

"This unexpected turn of events... how could I not have thought of it..."

"Good, good indeed. My Great Void Internal Art is both medicine and poison. It can also focus on stimulating the soul and providing feedback to the body. His swordsmanship variations are perfect for incorporating into my cultivation method."

"However, to be able to unleash such a sword aura—almost a perfect blend of yin and yang, intertwined with the life force of the wounded—with Soul-Transferring Ancient Corpse and a sinister body, the strength of this Ghost Mother Clan commander is truly remarkable..."

Chu Tianshu pondered, "Will it be Double Flawlessness, or a Single Flawlessness, stepping into the correct Returning Light?"

As he pondered, he secretly exerted his strength, trying to see more changes in the sword energy.

Only by observing more changes can we be more confident in the subsequent treatment.

Fang Tai's cheek twitched from time to time, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

During this time, Fang Tai suffered greatly from the sword energy and wished he could cut off his hand.

However, although the sword energy appeared to be on his left hand, it actually had a lingering effect that had reached the pine cone in his brain, the source of his Mind Power.

I chopped off my left hand today, and if it recurs in a few days, I'll have to chop off my forearm too.

If this continues, before Heavenly Official recovers from his injuries, Fang Tai will be left with only half a person.

Therefore, after being assigned to the Eighteen Camps for support, he lived a secluded life, collecting miraculous medicines and focusing solely on relieving his pain.

Chu Tianshu squeezed and pinched his left hand, seemingly awakening his sense of pain step by step.

A moment later, Fang Tai's face was flushed red and his forehead turned blue.

Just then, a report came from outside the hall that someone was looking for Elder Feng.

While Feng Baili was still hesitating, Fang Tai immediately spoke up.

"Elder Feng, no matter is too small when it comes to the people. How can you, at your age, not even have this much awareness? Go and handle the matter immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Baili had no choice but to take his leave.

As soon as Fang Tai saw him leave, the sweat he had been holding back suddenly poured down his face and head, dripping cold sweat into his clothes.

"Headmaster, please be seated, I'm about to begin the acupuncture."

Chu Tianshu finally saw through the changes in this wisp of sword energy. His pupils seemed to shrink to tiny dots, and in an instant, three needles had already pierced through.

Then three more sticks, but they didn't prick his hand; instead, they stuck into Fang Tai's head.

On the other side, Feng Baili left the mansion and met with several middle-aged men and women.

The Bai He, hidden high in the sky, used its magic to listen intently.

Chu Tianshu's earlier mention of riding a crane was merely a prelude; he might later reveal the Bai He to everyone.

But what outsiders don't know is that this Bai He crane is actually a master of magic.

In terms of sheer erudition, breadth of knowledge, and versatility of methods, Helai surpasses Chu Tianshu.

Bai He overheard the entire conversation that Feng Baili and the others had as they left.

"Elder, why did you go to Fang Tai's residence again? Could it be that you've finally managed to persuade him to hand over power?"

Feng Baili said, "Don't mention this matter."

The woman retorted indignantly, "Why not mention that the improvement of the hearths in the Eighteen Camps was personally developed by you, Elder? The Curse Ore content of every brick and tile, the patterns and designs used, and the incantations inscribed upon them all represent the hard work of everyone involved."

"The spell diagrams used to construct every building in the town, including our revised plans, were all taken away by the two palaces. Did we ever utter a single complaint?"

The square bricks produced from the Curse Ore have natural textures on their surface. Different architectural plans will lead craftsmen to choose different techniques when laying them.

Inside those walls, the texture of each overlapping brick is invisible to outsiders, and even the builders themselves would find it difficult to remember them all.

Only the spell diagrams, which were perfected during the construction process, could be fully recorded.

Those blueprints were as thin as cicada wings and as light as a feather; they would be collected by both palaces.

By performing a ritual and burning the diagram, the ashes are used to cast ritual implements in sequence, thus establishing the authority over a particular place.

Such important equipment, if left in the local area, will inevitably cause endless disputes.

Therefore, some insightful people in the public do not object to the two palaces taking it away and managing it uniformly.

"But the war has not yet ended, and the water demons could attack at any time. Since that headmaster holds power, why doesn't he help us regulate the town, light the fire pits, and accelerate production?"

"We petitioned several times, but he only went through the motions. How can he gain the support of the people if this power remains in his hands?"

The woman gritted her teeth, her eyes bloodshot, "How many casualties did my Nineteenth Battalion suffer? The town over there is practically a ruin."

"Does he intend to wait until the Eighteen Camps is reduced to that state before he's willing to use his scepter, and then send ghosts to work in the hearth?"

Feng Baili advised, "The two palaces are far-sighted and surely have a long-term strategy. Although we have improved the art of Curse Ore in various places over the years, it was ultimately them who first developed it."

"Isn't the source of such superb skills worthy of trust?"

Despite saying that, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly when he thought about how he had just recited two incantations in the hall and how the iron ruler had actually gotten close to him.

How much effort did everyone put into implementing the reconstruction plan for the Eighteen Camps back then, with each step and each incantation diagram?

That iron ruler was precisely the object that bore the weight of authority.

It's not true that Feng Baili said he didn't want to get close to him.

However, Fang Tai was injured but still came to the front line to provide support, which Feng Baili greatly admired and did not want to offend him.

Once his injuries heal, perhaps he'll become more open-minded.

Bai He, its form concealed high in the sky, folds its wings and stands atop a cloud.

The Spirit Realm and the real world are very different in terms of terrain and area.

However, in reality, the city of the Mystic Kingdom and Long Continent generally have a mirror image relationship.

The changes that Mystic Kingdom has promoted over the years have led to Shang Kuan's arrogance...

After becoming a reflection, is it perhaps upside down?

"Upside down?"

Chu Tianshu heard Bai He's telepathic message, his hands still fiddling with the needle, and his mind was also pondering.

"Arrogant and domineering above, yet lenient and benevolent below—what kind of mess is this?"

"Senior He, do you think Fang Tai's appearance can be matched with someone in reality?"

Bai He said, "Let the Second Split Soul investigate."

The process of changing the image of the Second Split Soul and searching it throughout the entire population system is very quick.

Bai He quickly received a reply, and was somewhat surprised when she transmitted her voice. "No!"

Many people in the Long Continent have developed a resemblance to real people.

Fang Tai, a high-ranking official, didn't receive this. Was it because he was a master, or because...?

Please bow your head.

As Fang Tai lowered his head slightly, Chu Tianshu's gaze was fixed on the top center of his head.

The Great Void Heavenly Eye suddenly opened.

(End of this chapter)