Thanks to My Enemy, I Become Immortal Emperor - Chapter 96

“Ah…”

“Ohhh… Sss… Aiyyahhhh…”

The Heavenly God Cult disciples were experiencing what felt like the depths of the eighteen hells.

It was as if someone with a knife was slicing through them, from inside out, leaving a trail of agony.

Their bodies hurt, their souls ached, and even their heads throbbed painfully.

The key issue was:

With Zhao Gou’s continuous treatment,

they rapidly recovered only to endure the same torment anew.

What truly drove them to the brink of collapse was that Zhao Gou’s medical skills were genuinely exceptional.

Despite undergoing such immense suffering, they remained fully conscious.

Some could even see others hanging from trees or suspended from rafters above.

Abe Luoxue’s face paled as he watched Zhao Gou treating the disciples incessantly. Unable to resist, he asked, “Fellow Daoist Zhao Gou, approximately how much longer until they’ll be alright?”

Zhao Gou pondered for a moment before responding, “Hold on, let me check.”

Confused, Abe Luoxue raised his eyebrows.

Coughing slightly, Zhao Gou explained, “I’ve already briefed my assistant about the situation here. I need him to bring a specific medicinal herb; once it arrives, we should be close to completion.”

Understanding dawned on Abe Luoxue.

Immediately, Zhao Gou contacted Liu Shunyi.

“How much longer do you need?”

On the other end, Liu Shunyi wiped his sweat nervously.

“Alright, alright.”

Zhao Gou let out a sigh of relief.

“If you don’t recover soon, I fear these people might finish you off!”

Confused, Liu Shunyi asked, “What do you mean?”

Zhao Gou glanced at Abe Luoxue and whispered softly.

“The reason they can continuously produce blood is because I’ve been stimulating their livers, pushing them to generate blood beyond their normal capacity. Although I’m treating them simultaneously, enduring this non-stop blood production for over ten days without rest would strain even the strongest beasts.”

Liu Shunyi cleared his throat.

“Oh, oh! Then it’s all good now, I feel much better!”

Zhao Gou nodded.

Finally, he performed one last round of treatment.

The Heavenly God Cult members were fully restored.

Zhao Gou ceased his efforts.

Initially stunned, the Heavenly God Cult disciples gradually realized that they no longer felt any pain. Overcome with emotion, they began to weep uncontrollably, not out of gratitude towards Zhao Gou, but sheer joy at having survived Yama’s grasp.

Exhausted, Zhao Gou declared, “Mission accomplished!” He smiled at Abe Luoxue.

Abe Luoxue observed her disciples, noticing the fear in their eyes as they looked at Zhao Gou. After hesitating briefly, she mustered the courage to say, “Many thanks, Elder Zhao Gou!”

Zhao Gou waved his hand dismissively. “No need for thanks. However, perhaps we should discuss settling my consultation fee?”

Abe Luoxue was taken aback.

“D-diagnostics fee?”

Zhao Gou’s expression darkened. “Wait, are you suggesting I work for free?” As he spoke, green magical energy once again enveloped his body.

Abe Luoxue jumped with fright.

“N-no, Fellow Daoist Zhao Gou, ah…the diagnostics fee is negotiable, quite negotiable. How much would you like?”

Zhao Gou quickly estimated the amount.

“Let me roughly calculate this – I treated a total of half a million person. If we value each at one million Spirit Stones, that comes to fifty billion Spirit Stones!”

Abe Luoxue was stunned.

Fifty billion Spirit Stones? Are you just here to rob us?

Her face turned grim.

“W-we don’t have that many Spirit Stones at the moment. Could the Heavenly God Cult perhaps owe you for now? What do you think?”

Zhao Gou shook his head.

“That won’t work. If you can’t pay, I’ll simply revert your people back to their previous state.”

Upon hearing this, panic spread among the Heavenly God Cult disciples.

“No, no, Elder Zhao, we’ll pay, we’ll pay.”

Immediately, the disciples began gathering Spirit Stones.

Another half day passed.

Zhao Gou successfully collected fifty billion Spirit Stones.

“Well then, since there’s nothing else, I shall take my leave!” With these words, Zhao Gou promptly exited through the Heavenly God Cult’s main gate.

Zhao Gou reveled in the respectful gazes and praise for his medical skills from those around him.

However, as soon as he stepped outside, the onlooker cultivators turned pale with fear and scattered hastily.

Zhao Gou was taken aback. What did this mean? Am I that terrifying? He found himself puzzled.

As he continued walking, he noticed that anyone who saw him either tried to avoid him or, if unable to, greeted him with forced smiles more grim than tears.

Unable to resist, Zhao Gou grabbed hold of one such cultivator. “Why do you run when you see me?”

The cultivator trembled uncontrollably. “Senior Zhao Gou, we witnessed your awe-inspiring display at the Heavenly God Cult. Honestly, it frightens us a bit!”

Zhao Gou frowned. “I went there to heal them, and they were indeed cured. Why should you still be afraid?”

The cultivator swallowed nervously. “Senior Zhao Gou’s medical prowess is undoubtedly exceptional, but you also taught us a chilling truth!”

Curious, Zhao Gou asked, “What truth?”

The cultivator hesitated, fearing to speak aloud.

Zhao Gou softened his smile reassuringly. “Go ahead, say it. I won’t blame you!”

The cultivator’s eyes darted uneasily. “It’s just, it’s just… sometimes, death might actually be a relief.”

There was another unspoken sentiment he dared not utter.

Offending Zhao Gou truly meant enduring a fate worse than death.

Imagine if you angered Zhao Gou:

He would toss you into boiling oil, then heal you just to prolong your agony of being fried alive.

Motherfucker.

That’s what a modern-day living Yama looks like.

Zhao Gou’s smile froze on his face.

Finally, he released the cultivator and silently departed from the scene.

Lin Wudao and the shadow guard gazed at the warehouse filled with blood pills and Divine Soul Pills, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Initially, Lin Wudao believed he had some understanding of Liu Shunyi’s secrets and perhaps even ways to counter them. However, it dawned on him that Liu Shunyi’s techniques were not merely targeted at individuals but could affect entire groups.

Witnessing Liu Shunyi extract both blood and divine souls from afar to condense Medicine Pills, Lin Wudao realized his knowledge about Liu Shunyi was severely lacking.

As for the person wearing the ghost face mask, their fear of Liu Shunyi, in certain aspects, surpassed even their dread of Zhao Gou.

Offending Zhao Gou might still leave a slim chance of survival, albeit worse than death itself.

But this Yama before them?

He truly embodied the saying: “If fate decrees your demise at midnight, you won’t see past dawn.”

Of course, both Zhao Gou and this formidable figure deserved their titles as living Yamas. Together, they would make one deeply regret ever being born into this world.

The expressions on the faces of those present in the Yama Palace were nothing short of remarkable.

Liu Shunyi, however, showed no immediate inclination to resume cultivation. Instead, he turned to Lin Wudao and said, “For the next while, I may be relatively inactive. Both Zhao Gou and I will return to our sects, given the upcoming secret realm opening soon. The Yama Palace needs you to oversee matters here!”

Lin Wudao bowed respectfully. “Rest assured, Lord Yama.”

Liu Shunyi nodded, then departed from the secret chamber within the Yama Palace.