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Miracle Doctor Chapter 881

Boom!

Ye Qiu felt as if struck by lightning, utterly stunned.

Su Xiao Xiao is the daughter of the Nine Thousand Years?

How could this be possible!

Isn’t the Nine Thousand Years a eunuch, how could he have a child?

Could it be that the Nine Thousand Years had a child before becoming a eunuch?

If Su Xiao Xiao is truly the daughter of the Nine Thousand Years, it would explain why the Witch God Sect has repeatedly tried to kill her.

Ye Qiu continued watching the video.

Cao Yuan said with a smile, “I never expected that I, a eunuch, could have my own child in this lifetime.”

“Su Xiao Xiao is the child of me and Su Zi.”

“Back then, Su Zi was captured and taken back to the Witch God Sect because she fell in love with me and became pregnant.”

“I thought this child would never have a chance to be born, but I didn’t expect Su Zi to secretly give birth to her, and for so many years, I was unaware of Su Xiao Xiao’s existence.”

“At the time, Su Zi entrusted Xiao Xiao to a reliable old lady to raise. A few years later, the old lady passed away and left the young Xiao Xiao in the care of another person in the Witch God Sect.”

“That person was the previous leader of the Witch God Sect.”

“When the leader of the Witch God Sect learned of Xiao Xiao’s identity, they initially intended to kill her but consulted the Witch God. The Witch God, likely fearing I would seek revenge on the sect in the future, ordered the leader to raise Xiao Xiao, planning to use her to control me later.”

“This information came from a trustworthy source, and I believe Su Xiao Xiao is my daughter, but I still need to verify it with the Witch God himself.”

“This has three purposes: first, to see if the Witch God has emerged from seclusion.”

“Second, to find out how much of the Witch God’s cultivation has been restored.”

“Third, to confirm whether Su Xiao Xiao is my daughter.”

“If I die, it means the Witch God has not only emerged from seclusion but has also regained considerable strength. If Su Xiao Xiao is my daughter, then after my death, she would lose all value, and the Witch God would surely not spare her.”

“Ye Qiu, if Su Xiao Xiao is my daughter, please take good care of her. If she isn’t…”

Cao Yuan paused here, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, “Then eradicate her completely!”

Ye Qiu understood that the Nine Thousand Years was worried that if the Witch God Sect wasn’t completely destroyed, it would rise again.

“Oh, there’s one more important thing I need to tell you.”

Cao Yuan continued, “Since many years ago, after the Witch God had issues with his cultivation, he has needed to drink the blood of women to sustain his life.”

“To fully restore his power, he must unite with a woman of a special constitution.”

“I’ve just learned through secret channels that the current leader of the Witch God Sect has a very special constitution.”

“She is the adopted daughter of the previous leader of the Witch God Sect and is like a sister to Xiao Xiao. If her constitution is indeed special, it’s highly likely that the Witch God discovered this years ago and deliberately groomed her to become the leader, waiting for the right moment to take her.”

“So, no matter what, you must find the leader of the Witch God Sect and prevent the Witch God from getting to her. Otherwise, if the Witch God restores his power, it will bring a catastrophic disaster to the Dragon Gate.”

“After you find her, don’t kill her. Keep her by your side, she will be useful to you.”

“One last thing.”

“In my life, I’ve always longed for a carefree existence, but alas, in the martial world, one is not free to choose.”

“Ye Qiu, after I die, don’t put me in a coffin, it’s too dark inside, I don’t like it.”

“There’s no need to place me in a small box and bury me in some auspicious site, that’s too troublesome.”

“After cremation, please scatter my ashes in the Yangtze River, let me flow away with the rushing waters!”

“Alright, business is done, it’s time to say goodbye.”

“If, a hundred years from now, we meet again in the underworld, I’ll drink thirty thousand cups with you!”

“Ye Qiu, take care!”

With that, Cao Yuan stood abruptly, his green robes fluttering loudly.

The video ended there.

Ye Qiu felt a lump in his throat.

In all the time he’d known Cao Yuan, this was probably the longest conversation he’d had with him, but sadly, he could only listen, unable to speak with him, a regret for this lifetime.

Ye Qiu stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the vast sky.

He remained still for a long time.

Like an ancient statue, his solitary figure evoked pity.

After about five minutes.

Ye Qiu turned around and instructed Yang Qi, “Bring Su Xiao Xiao here.”

Yang Qi immediately brought Su Xiao Xiao before Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu waved his hand, and Yang Qi understood, retreating to her original position.

“What do you want?” Su Xiao Xiao saw Ye Qiu’s expressionless face and felt a bit scared.

Ye Qiu said, “The one who ordered your death was the Witch God, wasn’t it?”

Su Xiao Xiao’s pupils contracted sharply, “You, how did you know?”

“Not only do I know it was the Witch God who wants you dead, I also know why.”

“Why?”

Ye Qiu said, “Because you are the daughter of the Nine Thousand Years.”

Su Xiao Xiao froze, then laughed, “You say I’m Cao Yuan’s daughter? That’s impossible. I grew up in the Witch God Sect, how could I be Cao Yuan’s daughter? Ye Qiu, that joke isn’t funny at all.”

“It’s not a joke. To be honest, I also find it hard to believe that the saintess of the Witch God Sect could be the daughter of the Nine Thousand Years, but if not, how do you explain why the Witch God wants you dead?”

“I know it’s hard for you to accept this fact right now.”

“So, I’ll let you watch a video.”

Ye Qiu handed his phone to Su Xiao Xiao.

Su Xiao Xiao opened the video and watched it silently.

After watching, she was dazed.

“Cao Yuan says I’m his daughter, how is that possible? How could I be his daughter? He must be lying to me.”

Su Xiao Xiao still didn’t believe it.

Ye Qiu said, “At the height of a great battle, why would the Nine Thousand Years have the time to deceive a little girl like you?”

Su Xiao Xiao said, “Ye Qiu, do you think I could be Cao Yuan’s daughter?”

“I don’t know, but based on what the Nine Thousand Years said, it should be true. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone alone to the Witch God Sect’s headquarters to verify your identity.” Ye Qiu added, “Once I find the Nine Thousand Years’ body, I’ll do a paternity test for you both.”

“Su Xiao Xiao, whether you are the daughter of the Nine Thousand Years or not, you should understand that the Witch God Sect no longer has a place for you.”

“Now, you have only one choice, and that is to work with me.”

Su Xiao Xiao fell silent.

“Still need to think about it?” Ye Qiu said, “I don’t know what you’re hesitating about, but I think at this point, you don’t need to think anymore, and there’s no time to think.”

Su Xiao Xiao remained silent.

Ye Qiu didn’t want to waste any more time and said, “If you don’t want to work with me, I won’t force you…”

“I can work with you,” Su Xiao Xiao suddenly said, “But Ye Qiu, you have to agree to one condition.”

Ye Qiu asked, “What condition?”

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Su Xiao Xiao said, “If what Cao Yuan said is true, then my sister must be in great danger now, you must save her.”

“Your sister?” Ye Qiu looked puzzled.

Su Xiao Xiao explained, “Her name is Su Luo Ying, she’s the leader of the Witch God Sect.”

Ye Qiu agreed immediately, “Alright!”

Su Xiao Xiao added, “I have one more condition.”

Ye Qiu frowned slightly.

Su Xiao Xiao said, “Not only must you save my sister, but you must also promise me that no matter what, you will spare her life, you cannot kill her.”

“Fine.”

Even if Su Xiao Xiao hadn’t said it, Ye Qiu had no intention of killing Su Luo Ying.

The Nine Thousand Years mentioned in the video that Su Luo Ying has a special constitution that could be useful to Ye Qiu, and he wanted to see what was so remarkable about her.

Su Xiao Xiao didn’t trust Ye Qiu and said, “Words are not enough, I want you to swear, if you break your oath, may your entire family meet a terrible fate.”

Ye Qiu did as she asked, then said, “Now can you tell me about the Witch God Sect?”

Su Xiao Xiao asked, “What do you want to know?”

Ye Qiu said, “Everything about the Witch God Sect, but I’m short on time, so focus on the important parts.”

“Then let’s start with the Witch God.”

Su Xiao Xiao said, “In my memory, the Witch God is very mysterious, always staying in seclusion, never coming out.”

“I only saw him once when I was a child.”

“The Witch God is very old, with profound cultivation, no one in the sect dares to defy his orders, including my sister and my foster father.”

Su Xiao Xiao said, “I heard from my foster father that the Witch God had a problem with his cultivation, but I don’t know the specifics.”

“That’s all I know about the Witch God.”

Ye Qiu asked, “Besides the Witch God, are there any other skilled fighters in the Witch God Sect now?”

“Yes,” Su Xiao Xiao said, “The Witch God has seven disciples, all with high cultivation.”

“How high?”

Su Xiao Xiao shook her head, “I don’t know exactly how strong they are, but I know that even the weakest among them is stronger than Elder Wei.”

Ye Qiu asked, “The Elder Wei you mentioned, is that Wei Le Ran, the great elder of the Witch God Sect who died in Yangcheng?”

“Yes,” Su Xiao Xiao said, “I once saw Elder Wei fight one of the Witch God’s seven disciples, and with just one move, the disciple made Elder Wei spit blood.”

Ye Qiu’s eyes sharpened.

He had seen Wei Le Ran’s skills, definitely at the Dragon List level, yet he couldn’t even withstand one move from the Witch God’s weakest disciple.

This could only mean that the Witch God’s seven disciples were terrifying, their strength not inferior to the top ranks of the Dragon List.

They might even have cultivated true qi.

“Besides them, are there any other skilled fighters in the Witch God Sect now?”

Su Xiao Xiao shook her head, “The other skilled ones have all been killed by you, the remaining ones aren’t that strong.”

“What about Su Luo Ying?”

“My sister doesn’t know martial arts.”

Ye Qiu was a bit surprised, the leader of the Witch God Sect doesn’t know martial arts?

“Is she skilled in gu techniques?” Ye Qiu asked again.

Su Xiao Xiao shook her head again, “My sister doesn’t know gu techniques either.”

Ye Qiu didn’t believe it and said coldly, “Su Xiao Xiao, you’re not joking with me, are you? A woman who knows neither martial arts nor gu techniques can become the leader of the Witch God Sect?”

Su Xiao Xiao said earnestly, “Ye Qiu, I’m not lying to you, everything I said is true, my sister, like you, is skilled in medicine.”

Medicine?

Ye Qiu was even more surprised.

“My foster father was very skilled in martial arts, but for some reason, he refused to teach us, the little I know was secretly learned.”

“My sister has been in poor health since childhood, always taking medicine, and as they say, a long illness makes a healer, she gradually grew to love medicine. So, she studied under the sect’s doctors.”

“Her medical skills became more and more impressive, and she later became the top divine doctor of the Witch God Sect.”

“No, the top divine doctor of Miaojiang.”

Su Xiao Xiao said, “The reason my sister became the leader was because the Witch God appointed her, and the elders didn’t dare to object.”

“But after becoming the leader, my sister hardly managed the sect’s affairs, all matters, big and small, were handled by Elder Wei, who reported directly to the Witch God.”

“My sister’s daily work was treating the disciples of the Witch God Sect and the people of Miaojiang.”

“Ye Qiu, the only reason you became the Medical Saint is because my sister didn’t compete with you, if she had, it’s uncertain who would be the Medical Saint.”

Su Xiao Xiao’s tone was defiant, clearly believing in her heart that Su Luo Ying should be the Medical Saint.

Ye Qiu had no time to argue about this and said, “From what you’re saying, Su Luo Ying is a great person?”

“My sister is a good person, the people of Miaojiang privately call her a living Bodhisattva,” Su Xiao Xiao said to Ye Qiu, “You might not believe it, but my sister has never even killed a chicken in her life.”

“I don’t believe it,” Ye Qiu said, “You were lurking by my side, waiting for a chance to kill me, that was Su Luo Ying’s order, wasn’t it?”

“No, it was the Witch God’s order,” Su Xiao Xiao said, “I heard the Jiangzhou branch was destroyed and Dong Chen was killed, so I wanted to go to Jiangzhou to see, and I secretly slipped out of Miaojiang.”

“The Witch God found out about this.”

“He then ordered me to go to Jiangzhou and find a chance to kill you, and had my sister supervise me.”

“And…”

“Enough, stop talking.”

Ye Qiu didn’t want to waste any more time.

He could tell that while Su Xiao Xiao knew some things, they weren’t of much value, clearly the Witch God didn’t trust her.

And that Su Luo Ying was only a leader in name, to put it nicely, she was the leader, to put it bluntly, she was just a mascot.

A decoration for the Witch God Sect!

Ye Qiu warned, “Su Xiao Xiao, since you’ve agreed to work with me, I hope you’ll behave yourself from now on.”

“We’re not far from the Witch God Sect’s headquarters, I don’t want any complications.”

“If you behave, my promise will always stand, but if you try to play any tricks, I’m sorry, I’ll kill Su Luo Ying.”

Su Xiao Xiao promised, “Don’t worry, I’ll do as you say.”

“You’d better.”

Ye Qiu finished speaking and walked over to Tang Fei and the others, saying, “The situation has changed, we might be facing an unparalleled enemy this time.”

Tang Fei quickly asked, “What unparalleled enemy?”

Ye Qiu said, “The founder of the Witch God Sect, the Witch God, may have regained his cultivation, and the Nine Thousand Years might have died at his hands.”

Tang Fei and Qilin’s expressions changed.

Clearly, they both knew of the Witch God’s existence.

“The Witch God was the second-ranked master on the God List back then, if his cultivation has been restored, how can we stand against him?” Tang Fei said gravely, “Ye Qiu, what’s the plan?”

“Do we go back, or continue forward?”

“If we go forward, we might all die in Miaojiang.”

However, Ye Qiu’s response was just one sentence.

“I won’t return until the Witch God is defeated!”

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“I won’t return until the Witch God is defeated!”

Ye Qiu’s words rang out with conviction.

His stance was resolute.

Tang Fei, deeply concerned, said, “If the Witch God’s strength has been restored, none of us here is his match.”

“I’ll deal with the Witch God,” Ye Qiu said.

Tang Fei glanced at Ye Qiu and asked, “Are you confident?”

“No confidence, but I can try,” Ye Qiu replied.

Tang Fei still felt the risk was too great and said, “How about this, we retreat from Miaojiang first, then I’ll consult the War God and request a large force to support us.”

Qilin agreed with Tang Fei, saying, “This is the safest approach, Ye Qiu, let’s retreat from Miaojiang, and you can summon ten thousand Dragon Gate disciples to back us up.”

“I don’t believe the Witch God alone can withstand an army.”

“Ye Qiu, let’s retreat!”

“We can’t retreat,” Ye Qiu said, “Don’t forget, we haven’t found the Nine Thousand Years’ body yet.”

“If his body falls into the hands of the Witch God Sect, what do you think will happen?”

Qilin’s face stiffened.

The Witch God Sect and the Dragon Gate were sworn enemies, if the Nine Thousand Years’ body fell into their hands, it would surely be desecrated.

“Also, Han Long and Zhao Hu came to Miaojiang as well, and we don’t know where they are or what situation they’re in, retreating now would mean abandoning them.”

“If they die in Miaojiang, how will I explain it to the Dragon Gate disciples? How will I honor the Nine Thousand Years’ trust?”

Qilin fell silent.

“Moreover, with the Nine Thousand Years’ death, the Dragon Gate’s morale is already low, if we retreat now and the Witch God Sect learns of our movements, they’ll surely press their advantage, striking us while we’re down, they might even seize the chance to launch a full-scale attack.”

“At that point, the Dragon Gate will face a catastrophic disaster.”

Ye Qiu said, “So, there’s only one path before us now, to charge forward, never retreating, even in death.”

“As for the Witch God, you don’t need to worry too much, I’ve killed God List masters before.”

“Just a few days ago, I took down the third-ranked on the God List, the Great Eastern Martial Saint, Miyamoto Musashi.”

What!

Ye Qiu had killed the third-ranked master on the God List?

Tang Fei and the others were stunned, mouths agape.

Ye Qiu didn’t tell them that killing Miyamoto Musashi relied heavily on the Sword Talisman, he said this to prevent Tang Fei and the others from backing down out of fear of the Witch God.

“Ye Qiu, be honest with me, just how strong is your cultivation now?” Tang Fei asked curiously.

Ye Qiu replied, “I’m not entirely sure, but I should rank in the top five on the God List!”

Hiss—

Everyone gasped.

Ye Qiu said, “The Witch God went astray in his cultivation years ago, even if he’s restored his strength now, there’s nothing to fear.”

“If it was indeed the Witch God who killed the Nine Thousand Years, then with the Nine Thousand Years’ strength, he must have wounded the Witch God.”

“Against the Witch God, I have a fighting chance.”

Qilin chimed in, “Ye Qiu’s right, we can’t retreat, only by crushing the Witch God Sect can we restore the Dragon Gate’s morale.”

Tang Fei thought for a moment and said to Ye Qiu, “Before we came, the War God instructed that once in Miaojiang, we follow your command.”

“Since you agree to press forward, I can only follow you.”

“But I brought too few people, and besides the Witch God, the sect likely has other skilled fighters and numerous disciples, for caution’s sake, we need reinforcements.”

“Long Ye, take a few men immediately, find a place with a signal, and call the War God, ask him to send a large force to assist us.”

“Yes!” Long Ye accepted the order and quickly left with a few warriors.

After Long Ye departed, Ye Qiu asked Qilin, “How long will it take to reach the Witch God Sect’s headquarters from here?”

Qilin said, “At most forty minutes.”

Ye Qiu said, “No time to waste, we move out now.”

The team pressed forward.

Fifteen minutes later.

Ye Qiu’s expression grew heavy.

The closer they got to the Witch God Sect’s headquarters, the stronger the smell of blood became, and the further they went, the more bodies they saw.

In the end, the forest was littered with corpses.

There were at least a thousand.

These bodies were all victims of battle, some from the Dragon Gate, others from the Witch God Sect.

Large patches of earth were stained red with blood.

It was a harrowing sight.

Clearly, this battle had been brutal.

When they were ten minutes away from the Witch God Sect’s headquarters, they began encountering open and hidden sentries, all swiftly dealt with by Ye Qiu’s thunderous strikes.

Just as they were about to exit the forest, a cluster of buildings appeared in Ye Qiu’s line of sight.

Looking ahead, two hundred meters away stood a cliff.

On the cliff, densely packed wooden stilt houses were built.

Hundreds of stilt houses rose and fell with the terrain, layered and orderly, a magnificent sight.

At the base of the stilt houses was a large plaza, capable of holding over a thousand people.

At that moment, several hundred people stood in the plaza, forming a circle, as if holding some important event.

They were all disciples of the Witch God Sect.

Each held a long blade, looking fierce and menacing.

Ye Qiu looked closely and saw a figure lying on the ground in the center of the plaza.

Dressed in green robes, strikingly conspicuous.

The Nine Thousand Years!

Ye Qiu’s heart trembled, and he quickly signaled the team to “halt.”

The team stopped instantly.

Tang Fei looked through binoculars and exclaimed, “This is bad, Cao Yuan’s body is in the hands of the Witch God Sect.”

Qilin’s face changed, he snatched the binoculars from Tang Fei and looked toward the plaza, fury flashing in his eyes.

“We absolutely cannot let the Nine Thousand Years fall into the Witch God Sect’s hands, I’ll go retrieve him.”

Qilin was about to move.

“Stop!” Ye Qiu called out to Qilin, saying, “Stay calm.”

Qilin said, “The Nine Thousand Years is in their hands, how can I stay calm? I must take him back.”

“Don’t act rashly, rest assured, I won’t let them harm the Nine Thousand Years’ body.”

Just as Ye Qiu spoke, a Witch God Sect disciple walked to Cao Yuan’s body and shouted, “Brothers, the body lying before you is the leader of the Dragon Gate, Cao Yuan!”

“He’s been our enemy for years, killing so many of our brothers, brothers, what should we do?”

As the man finished, the Witch God Sect disciples shouted over each other, “Burn Cao Yuan to ashes!”

“Cut him into pieces!”

“…”

All sorts of suggestions were made.

The man raised his hand, silencing the crowd, and continued, “Your suggestions are all good, but I think punishing Cao Yuan this way isn’t enough.”

“I propose we leave Cao Yuan’s body here to rot for three days, then chop it up and make meat buns to feed the pigs, what do you think, brothers?”

The crowd shouted in unison, “Good!”

Hearing these words, Ye Qiu’s eyes blazed with killing intent, and he said to Tang Fei and the others, “Stay here and don’t move.”

With that.

Ye Qiu leaped forward, swiftly arriving at the plaza, striding toward the hundreds of Witch God Sect disciples, saying as he walked, “A bunch of scum, daring to desecrate the Nine Thousand Years’ body, you’re courting death!”

Clang—

The Emperor’s Sword was drawn!

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Ye Qiu held the Emperor’s Sword.

His entire body radiated immense killing intent.

He strode toward the Witch God Sect members.

Seeing someone suddenly intrude, the Witch God Sect members were startled, thinking it was the Dragon Gate army, and they immediately went on high alert.

Turning around.

The Witch God Sect members showed astonishment on their faces.

Just one person?

Instantly, they relaxed and began to mock.

“One person dares to storm our Witch God Sect headquarters, truly courting death!”

“Are all the Dragon Gate people idiots? First, Cao Yuan came alone to our headquarters, and now another young punk shows up, looks like he’s eager to join Cao Yuan in the underworld!”

“Such loyalty!”

“Hahaha…”

Hundreds of them burst into laughter, not taking Ye Qiu seriously at all.

In their eyes, Ye Qiu was no different from a corpse.

Ye Qiu said nothing, holding his sword and continuing forward.

The mocking continued:

“Kid, don’t you see where you are? The Witch God Sect headquarters isn’t a place you can just waltz into!”

“With so many of us, one slash each, and you’ll be minced meat.”

“Why bother slashing him? One piss from each of us could drown him.”

“Hahaha…”

Ye Qiu seemed deaf to their words, continuing to stride forward.

“Well, this kid’s got some guts!”

“With so many of us here, not only does he not run, he’s actually coming closer!”

“He’s just begging to die!”

Thud—

Ye Qiu suddenly stopped, pointing his sword at the hundreds of Witch God Sect disciples in the plaza, saying coldly, “Not one of you will live today.”

At these words, the Witch God Sect members were furious.

“Damn it, one guy dares to threaten us, you looking to die?”

“Talk about overestimating yourself, don’t you see where you are?”

“Kid, let me tell you, this is our Witch God Sect’s turf, it’s not your place to act tough.”

Ye Qiu’s face was expressionless, “After today, there will be no Witch God Sect in this world.”

“Kill!”

With a loud shout, Ye Qiu charged into the crowd with his sword.

Wherever the sword passed, heads fell.

Splat!

A spray of blood shot out.

In an instant, Ye Qiu had taken down several Witch God Sect disciples, enraging the others.

“Kill him!”

Hundreds of them rushed toward Ye Qiu, each using their techniques, intent on tearing him to pieces.

The scene was chaotic.

In the forest.

Tang Fei and the others kept their eyes on the battle in the plaza, seeing so many Witch God Sect disciples charging at Ye Qiu, Tang Fei’s heart grew tense.

“Will there be a problem?” Tang Fei quietly asked Qilin.

Qilin remained calm, saying, “Ye Qiu will be fine.”

“But the Witch God Sect has so many people…”

“Don’t worry, a flock of sheep can’t stop a wolf.”

Tang Fei was still uneasy, waving a hand to summon a warrior and ordering, “Tell the brothers to prepare, be ready to attack at any moment.”

“Yes!”

The warrior responded and quickly relayed the order, then over two hundred warriors spread out in the forest, finding positions and swiftly setting up assault rifles.

However, when these warriors saw the situation in the plaza, they felt their blood boil.

“Damn, Doctor Ye is fierce!”

Ye Qiu was like a god of slaughter, charging into the crowd and unleashing a massacre, unstoppable, invincible.

Wherever his sword went, blood sprayed.

One after another, bodies fell into pools of blood.

In less than five minutes, over a hundred Witch God Sect disciples lay dead in the plaza.

“What a monster!”

Tang Fei couldn’t help but exclaim, but what truly shocked him were the Witch God Sect disciples.

The disciples seemed oblivious to what death meant, charging at Ye Qiu recklessly, fearless even when they knew they were no match for him.

Tang Fei felt a chill in his heart.

“This bunch of lunatics, if we don’t eradicate them completely, once they leave Miaojiang and enter society, who knows how many people will fall victim to them.”

Killing intent also appeared in Tang Fei’s eyes.

Ten more minutes passed.

Only a hundred or so Witch God Sect disciples remained in the plaza.

They showed no fear of Ye Qiu’s strength, still charging at him relentlessly.

Ye Qiu showed no mercy.

Each swing of the Emperor’s Sword claimed a life.

Cao Yuan’s death filled Ye Qiu’s heart with boundless grief and rage, which he had to vent.

This was a slaughter.

Though Ye Qiu was alone against hundreds of Witch God Sect disciples, he was like a reaping machine, ceaselessly harvesting their lives.

The blood in the plaza grew thicker.

Eventually, the blood pooled together, like a stream, a shocking sight.

Five more minutes passed.

In the plaza, besides Ye Qiu, not a single living person remained.

Hundreds of Witch God Sect disciples lay in pools of blood, their bodies piled like mountains.

Remarkably, the Emperor’s Sword, Red Sky, bore not a single trace of blood despite killing so many.

Clang!

The Emperor’s Sword was sheathed.

Ye Qiu stepped toward Cao Yuan’s body, his face growing paler, his vision blurring.

Cao Yuan lay on the ground, his expression serene.

White hair at his temples, still clad in green robes.

Ye Qiu gazed at Cao Yuan’s body, a thousand words in his heart, his mouth opened, then closed.

At this moment, he didn’t know what to say.

Ye Qiu’s heart was enveloped in immense grief.

Words failed him.

He stood there, silently looking at Cao Yuan, his body motionless.

“Should we go over?” Tang Fei said from the forest.

Qilin shook his head, “Let Ye Qiu and the Nine Thousand Years have some time alone.”

Tang Fei said no more.

Time ticked by.

After an unknown period, a “whoosh” of cool wind swept through, stirring the plaza.

Ye Qiu’s body seemed to sway slightly in the breeze.

He looked at Cao Yuan, opened his mouth, and let out a hoarse roar from his throat, “Ye Qiu pays respects to the Nine Thousand Years!”

Thud.

Ye Qiu knelt on the ground, performing a deep bow.

Thump, thump, thump!

He kowtowed three times.

After finishing.

Ye Qiu stood, squatting in front of Cao Yuan, carefully examining the wounds on his body.

He didn’t miss a single injury.

Gradually, anger flared in Ye Qiu’s eyes.

Cao Yuan’s body was covered in countless wounds, many areas mangled, with several wounds in vital spots, showing that before his death, Cao Yuan had endured an extremely brutal battle.

“Based on the wounds on the Nine Thousand Years, it’s clear that before he died, he was ambushed.”

“And those who ambushed him were all skilled fighters.”

“For a figure like the Witch God to ambush the Nine Thousand Years, shameless!”

Ye Qiu was furious, standing abruptly and shouting, “Witch God, get out here!”

His voice thundered, shaking the heavens.

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Ye Qiu’s loud shout echoed like thunder, reverberating through the entire Witch God Sect headquarters.

Yet, no one appeared.

“Witch God, come out and face your death!”

Ye Qiu shouted again.

This time, his voice carried immense inner strength, like the roar of a dragon.

At the same time.

Atop the cliff, inside the highest stilt house, there was a stone cave.

Deep within the cave.

A grand hall had been carved out.

This hall was the Witch God’s place of seclusion.

Inside the hall, there were three men and one woman.

The three men, all in their forties, wore black robes, their faces cold and stern.

As for the woman, in her twenties, she wore a white long dress, her beauty breathtaking, like a celestial maiden, though her face was pale, as if she were ill.

She was the top divine doctor of Miaojiang, the current leader of the Witch God Sect—

Su Luo Ying!

Su Luo Ying emanated a strong aura of coldness, like a block of ice, causing the three middle-aged men to keep their distance from her.

Five meters ahead of the four, at the center of the hall, was a meditation cushion.

On the cushion sat a small figure, head bowed, hair disheveled, face obscured.

“Witch God, come out and face your death!”

Ye Qiu’s voice came from outside.

Instantly, killing intent flashed across the faces of the three middle-aged men, though none moved.

A trace of surprise flickered in the woman’s eyes, who was so bold as to speak such audacious words?

“Lord Witch God, I’ll go take a look.”

The woman bowed to the small figure on the cushion, preparing to leave.

“Stop!”

The small figure on the cushion suddenly raised his head, revealing an aged and grotesque face in the woman’s sight.

The Witch God’s face was covered in deep wrinkles, his skin dry and shriveled like tree bark, but his small eyes glinted with a soul-piercing light.

The woman immediately halted.

“There are Dragon Gate people outside, Luo Ying, you don’t know martial arts, it’s dangerous to go out.”

The Witch God said to the woman, then Upper then to the three middle-aged men, “Whoever dares to shout like that here has the courage of a bear and leopard.”

“Go take a look.”

“No matter who it is, cut out his tongue!”

“Yes, Master.”

The three middle-aged men bowed and quickly left the cave.

Then, the Witch God’s gaze fell on Su Luo Ying, and he asked, “Luo Ying, how old are you this year?”

Su Luo Ying respectfully replied, “Lord Witch God, I am twenty-three this year.”

“Twenty-three, such a beautiful age,” the Witch God’s aged face showed a trace of reminiscence, “At your age, I was still a nobody.”

“Who would’ve thought I’d later found the Witch God Sect and become the second-ranked master on the God List.”

“But alas, youth fades, and time spares no one.”

“Now, I am over a hundred years old.”

Su Luo Ying remained silent, quietly watching the Witch God.

The Witch God sighed, raising his hand, thin and bony, like a dry twig.

He beckoned to Su Luo Ying, saying, “Luo Ying, come forward.”

Su Luo Ying took two steps forward.

“Closer.”

Su Luo Ying stepped forward a few more paces.

“Come closer, let me have a good look at you,” the Witch God’s voice was gentle.

Su Luo Ying stood still, saying, “Lord Witch God, the chill on my body is strong, I fear getting too close might affect you.”

“It’s fine, I’m a God List master, I’m not afraid of your chill,” the Witch God continued to beckon, “Luo Ying, come here, let me see you.”

Su Luo Ying felt a bit strange.

In all her years in the Witch God Sect, she had seen the Witch God a few times, but he had always been lofty, like a divine being filled with majesty, yet today, he was unusually kind and talkative.

Su Luo Ying took a few more steps forward.

The Witch God sensed the chill from her body, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, a greedy look on his face.

“Lord Witch God?” Su Luo Ying called out.

The Witch God opened his eyes, smiling at Su Luo Ying, “Luo Ying, back then, I appointed you as the sect leader without your consent, these years must have been hard on you.”

Su Luo Ying said softly, “These years, I’ve been healing and saving people, as for the sect’s affairs, they’ve been handled by the elders and you, Lord Witch God, I haven’t suffered any grievances.”

“You’re a good child, enduring silently, but I know you never wanted to be the leader, you just wanted to be a doctor, healing and saving people.”

The Witch God smiled, “Luo Ying, from today, you no longer need to be the leader of the Witch God Sect.”

A stunned expression appeared on Su Luo Ying’s beautiful face.

She didn’t understand why the Witch God suddenly wanted to strip her of her position as leader.

But Su Luo Ying was secretly delighted.

She had long wanted to step down from being the leader.

She quickly bowed to the Witch God, saying gratefully, “Thank you, Lord Witch God.”

The Witch God said, “Luo Ying, you’re an orphan, raised in our Witch God Sect, later studying medicine and becoming the sect’s leader, who do you think gave you all this?”

Su Luo Ying replied, “Everything I have was granted by you, Lord Witch God.”

“Exactly, everything you have was given by me, I’ve given you so much, shouldn’t you be grateful?” the Witch God asked.

Su Luo Ying nodded, “I’ve long wanted to thank you for your guidance, but I didn’t know how to show my gratitude.”

“Since you have that intention, I won’t beat around the bush, Luo Ying, take off your clothes.”

Su Luo Ying froze.

Take off her clothes?

Why?

“Didn’t you just say you didn’t know how to thank me? I’ve told you what to do, why aren’t you moving?”

Seeing Su Luo Ying standing still, the Witch God’s tone grew cold.

Su Luo Ying said, “Lord Witch God, I don’t understand your meaning.”

“Are you truly clueless or pretending to be?” The Witch God commanded, “Take off your clothes and serve me.”

What?

Su Luo Ying was shocked.

She had never imagined that one day the Witch God would make such an outrageous demand of her.

Su Luo Ying hurriedly said, “Lord Witch God, I’m grateful for your life-saving kindness, but…”

“But you’re unwilling to offer yourself, is that it?” The Witch God sneered, “Su Luo Ying, do you think I raised you all these years for nothing?”

“I’m telling you, whether you’re willing or not, I’ll have you today.”

“You should know, many women in the sect would love to serve me, but they don’t have the chance, now I’m giving you this opportunity, you should seize it…”

Seeing Su Luo Ying still unmoving, the Witch God shouted sternly:

“Su Luo Ying, take off your clothes! Now!”

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Su Luoying pursed her red lips and said:

“Lord Witch God, I cannot comply.”

Instantly, the Witch God’s gaze sharpened like a blade, fixing on Su Luoying, and he said: “You dare defy my command?”

“Su Luoying, you should know the consequences of disobeying me.”

“I advise you to think carefully!”

Su Luoying’s expression remained calm as she said again: “Lord Witch God, Luoying cannot comply.”

Hmph!

The Witch God let out a heavy, cold snort and said angrily: “Su Luoying, serving me is your destiny. You must comply, whether you want to or not. Do you really think your arrival in Miaojiang was a coincidence?”

Su Luoying frowned: “What do you mean?”

The Witch God said: “Back then, your adoptive father brought you from the orphanage to Miaojiang and raised you, all under my orders.”

“Not teaching you martial arts was also my command.”

“With your stunning beauty, many disciples in the sect coveted you. At first, I killed a few, but later I found there were simply too many who fancied you. If I killed them all, our Witch God Sect would have no one left to use.”

“So, I made you the sect leader to make those who liked you give up completely.”

“I’ve waited painstakingly for twenty-three years, all for this day.”

“Only by possessing you can my divine technique reach perfection, and my cultivation advance further.”

“When that happens, I’ll become the top master on the God List. The Forbidden City, the Dragon Gate—none of them will matter. They’ll all be trampled under my feet.”

Su Luoying’s face turned pale: “So, all this was your scheme?”

A scheme?

“Heh heh…”

The Witch God chuckled and said: “Rather than a scheme, it’s more like a plan I made years ago.”

Su Luoying said: “I don’t understand. Why would possessing me perfect your divine technique and make you the world’s top master?”

The Witch God laughed: “Su Luoying, haven’t you always thought you were ill?”

“You’re not ill at all!”

“That’s impossible,” Su Luoying said: “I know medicine. I understand my condition well. I’m gravely ill, or I wouldn’t need long-term medication.”

The Witch God smirked: “You’re not ill; you just have a unique constitution.”

“Medication only temporarily suppresses your cold qi; it can’t change your constitution.”

“Because of your constitution, you won’t live past twenty-four.”

“Su Luoying, before you die, fulfil your final purpose. Undress now and serve me.”

A stunned expression appeared on Su Luoying’s beautiful face.

I can only live to twenty-four?

Doesn’t that mean I have just one year left?

The Witch God shouted again: “Su Luoying, didn’t you hear me? Do it now.”

Su Luoying’s face was resolute as she said: “Witch God, don’t force me. If you push me further, I’ll kill myself.”

The Witch God sneered dismissively: “Want to kill yourself? Go ahead. While your body’s still warm, I can still take you.”

“You—”

Su Luoying was so furious she couldn’t speak. She hadn’t expected the Witch God to be so shameless.

Growing impatient, the Witch God said: “Su Luoying, your sole purpose is to offer yourself to me. Beyond that, you’re useless.”

“After I have you, I’ll personally send you on your final journey.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t be lonely in the underworld. Your dear sister will join you.”

Dear sister?

Su Luoying thought of Su Xiaoxiao and asked urgently: “You’re going to kill Xiaoxiao?”

The Witch God grinned sinisterly: “You didn’t know, did you? Su Xiaoxiao is actually Cao Yuan’s daughter.”

What!

Su Luoying was shocked.

“Su Xiaoxiao’s purpose in living was to keep Cao Yuan in check. Without her, do you think Cao Yuan would’ve dared storm our Witch God Sect headquarters alone?”

The Witch God continued: “Now that Cao Yuan is dead, Su Xiaoxiao has no value.”

“I’ve ordered the sect’s disciples to kill Su Xiaoxiao on sight. Whoever kills her will be promoted to Grand Elder.”

“Soon, you sisters will reunite in the underworld, heh heh…”

The Witch God’s face was smug.

Su Luoying felt as if she’d fallen into an icy abyss.

Only now did she realise that she and Su Xiaoxiao were mere pawns in the Witch God’s game, her heart turning cold.

At that moment,

The Witch God’s short figure suddenly rose from his cushion, darting to Su Luoying’s side, his hand clamping onto her shoulder.

Su Luoying tried to dodge, but his grip was like iron, impossible to break free from.

“Since you won’t undress yourself, I’ll have to do it for you.”

With that, the Witch God exerted force.

“Rip—”

Su Luoying’s white dress was torn apart, her fair skin exposed to the air.

“As expected of Miaojiang’s top beauty. Stunning, haha…”

The Witch God’s eyes gleamed with greed.

“Let me go,” Su Luoying shouted, struggling.

Swoosh!

The Witch God tapped below her neck, and instantly, Su Luoying’s body stiffened, unable to move.

“Now you can’t move, but I can.”

The Witch God leaned toward her neck, but suddenly, his head jerked to the side, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Pfft—”

His withered face flushed red, his chest surging with chaotic qi and blood.

His expression darkened.

He’d thought he could have Su Luoying now, but at the critical moment, this setback occurred.

“I’ll come back for you later.”

The Witch God returned to his cushion, sat cross-legged, and began circulating his inner energy.

…

Meanwhile, the Witch God’s three disciples emerged from the stone cave and glanced toward the plaza.

They saw Ye Qiu and the corpses strewn across the plaza.

Instantly, killing intent flashed in the three middle-aged men’s eyes.

“Daring to kill at our Witch God Sect headquarters? You’re courting death!”

With a few leaps, the three men swiftly reached the plaza, standing opposite Ye Qiu.

When Ye Qiu saw them, his eyes narrowed.

Peerless masters!

Their auras were like dragons, unfathomably deep, far surpassing the Dragon List.

“I don’t kill nameless foes. Who are you?” the man on the left asked coldly.

Ye Qiu said proudly: “The current master of the Dragon Gate, Ye Qiu!”

Ye Qiu?

The three men exchanged glances, and the man on the left smirked: “We just killed Cao Yuan, and now the Dragon Gate’s new master shows up. Perfect. We’ll send you to join him.”

With that,

The three released their true qi simultaneously.

“Boom!”

Their aura was earth-shattering.

Ye Qiu’s expression shifted slightly.

He noticed the man on the right had cultivated three streams of true qi, the one in the middle had four, and the man on the left, who’d spoken, had cultivated…

Five streams of true qi!

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The three middle-aged men exuded a terrifying killing intent—stepping forward together—closing in on Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu’s right hand reached behind him—gripping the Emperor’s Sword—ready to draw and fight.

Suddenly.

Ye Qiu recalled something—looking at the three men—he asked: “When you killed Ninth Thousand Years—did the Witch God take part?”

The man on the left sneered: “A mere Cao Yuan? Why would Master need to act?”

Ye Qiu’s heart sank at these words.

The Witch God didn’t act—so who killed Ninth Thousand Years?

“Did you kill Ninth Thousand Years?” Ye Qiu asked—then shook his head—saying: “With your cultivation—you couldn’t have killed him.”

The middle-aged man said: “To kill Cao Yuan—my four senior brothers gave their lives.”

“That eunuch Cao Yuan was cunning—silently cultivating five streams of true qi.”

“Though my four senior brothers died—killing Cao Yuan was worth it.”

“Now—if we kill you—the Dragon Gate will be leaderless—and our Witch God Sect will crush it soon enough.”

“Kid—join Cao Yuan in death!”

As the man finished—he prepared to strike.

“Wait!” Ye Qiu said urgently.

“What—scared of dying?” the man laughed: “If you’re scared—you shouldn’t have killed on our Witch God Sect’s turf.”

“You’ve killed so many—we won’t let you leave alive.”

“Of course—if you kneel and beg—we might leave you a whole corpse.”

Ye Qiu deliberately raised his voice—saying: “I have one question for you—is Su Xiaoxiao Ninth Thousand Years’ daughter?”

In the woods—Su Xiaoxiao heard Ye Qiu’s voice—and immediately pricked up her ears.

The middle-aged man smiled at Ye Qiu: “Cao Yuan told you?”

“No wonder you’re the Dragon Gate’s master—seems Cao Yuan valued you highly—otherwise—he wouldn’t have shared his secret with you.”

“Yes—Su Xiaoxiao is Cao Yuan’s daughter.”

At this—Su Xiaoxiao’s face paled.

Tang Fei—Qilin—and the others showed shock on their faces.

Su Xiaoxiao—Cao Yuan’s daughter?

How could this be!

Especially Qilin—his heart swirled with mixed emotions.

He wanted to kill Su Xiaoxiao—because without her—Ninth Thousand Years wouldn’t have died—but as Cao Yuan’s only daughter—he couldn’t do it—killing her would end Cao Yuan’s line.

At that moment—on the plaza—the middle-aged man’s voice continued:

“Master kept Su Xiaoxiao in the sect to control Cao Yuan.”

“Cao Yuan loved his daughter dearly—if he hadn’t rushed to confirm Su Xiaoxiao’s identity—how would he have stormed our Witch God Sect headquarters alone—and how could my four senior brothers have killed him?”

“Master was wise—sparing Su Xiaoxiao back then—otherwise—Cao Yuan wouldn’t have died so quickly.”

“Kid—any more questions?”

Ye Qiu grinned: “No more questions—prepare to die!”

Clang—

The Emperor’s Sword was drawn.

Ye Qiu’s aura shifted—battle intent surging—he didn’t wait for the three men to act—striking first.

“Kill!”

The three men also moved.

The battle erupted.

Yet—within two moves—the man with three streams of true qi was slain by Ye Qiu’s sword.

The other two—seeing this—were deeply shocked.

They had been confident of victory—but hadn’t expected to lose one so quickly.

However—the two men felt no fear—their killing intent only grew—attacking Ye Qiu relentlessly—aiming to kill him.

In the woods.

Tang Fei—seeing this—was worried—and said to Qilin: “Should we help Ye Qiu?”

Qilin shook his head: “It’s no use. Those two are the Witch God’s disciples—with multiple streams of true qi—even I couldn’t withstand a single blow from them.”

Tang Fei said: “But Ye Qiu’s alone—what if he can’t hold them off?”

Qilin replied: “Don’t worry—Ye Qiu killed the third-ranked on the God List—these two aren’t his match.”

“But…”

“No buts—trust Ye Qiu’s strength.”

On the plaza.

After exchanging blows with the two men for a while—Ye Qiu suddenly sheathed the Emperor’s Sword.

What was he doing?

The two men immediately stopped attacking—watching Ye Qiu cautiously.

In such a high-level fight—a divine weapon offered an edge—yet Ye Qiu had sheathed his sword.

Something unusual must be afoot.

The two men stared—trying to discern Ye Qiu’s intent.

In the woods—Tang Fei and the others watched—equally puzzled.

“What’s Ye Qiu doing? Why sheath his sword?” Tang Fei frowned: “He’s facing two supreme masters—sheathing his sword now—isn’t that suicide?”

Qilin couldn’t fathom Ye Qiu’s plan—saying: “He must be confident he can kill them…”

Zheng!

Before Qilin finished—a piercing sword cry rang out.

Then—around Ye Qiu—thirty-six sword intents appeared eerily.

Each intent was just over a metre long—but razor-sharp—brimming with killing aura.

Ye Qiu let out a low shout.

“Condense!”

Instantly—the thirty-six sword intents around him fused into a single three-metre-long sword intent.

“Slash!”

The intent struck a middle-aged man’s head.

Incredibly fast.

So fast that even a master with four streams of true qi couldn’t dodge.

Then—everyone saw Ye Qiu’s sword intent slice through the man’s head like cutting tofu.

The next second—the man was bisected—blood splattering everywhere.

Everyone was too shocked to speak.

Especially the man with five streams of true qi—seeing his junior brother die so gruesomely beside him—fear crossed his face.

“No good—this kid’s too strong. I can’t kill him—only Master can deal with him.”

Thinking this—the man turned—intending to flee to the cave to summon the Witch God.

But as he moved—Ye Qiu blocked his path.

“Didn’t you want to kill me? Why run now? Are all the Witch God’s disciples cowards?”

Ye Qiu taunted—circulating his inner energy.

“Zheng!”

The sword cry sounded again.

Instantly—thirty-six sword intents reappeared around Ye Qiu—merging into a three-metre intent—slashing at the man.

This time—Ye Qiu used his killing technique three times in succession—finally slaying the man with five streams of true qi.

At last.

Ye Qiu strode over—crushing the man’s head with a stomp—sneering: “The Witch God’s disciples? Trash!”

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Ye Qiu’s domineering voice echoed across the field.

In the woods—Tang Fei—Qilin—and the others were stunned.

No one expected that the Witch God’s three disciples would be so easily dispatched by Ye Qiu.

The warriors stood dumbfounded—jaws dropped.

Especially Ye Qiu’s final kick—crushing the middle-aged man’s head—so forceful and commanding—it sent a surge of adrenaline through the warriors.

“Dr. Ye is bloody incredible!”

“Practically a war god!”

“If only I were as strong as Dr. Ye!”

“…”

The warriors thought to themselves.

They wanted to cheer and applaud Ye Qiu—but without orders from above—they didn’t dare make a sound.

Just then—Ye Qiu turned and gestured toward where Tang Fei and the others were.

Tang Fei understood—immediately issuing orders: “Snipers—stay here on standby.”

“Everyone else—follow me.”

With that—Tang Fei and Qilin led the group swiftly out of the woods—arriving at the plaza.

The atmosphere was heavy.

Not because of the blood and corpses littering the ground—but because of the figure in green robes lying there.

Tang Fei looked at Cao Yuan’s body—sighing inwardly. A generation’s hero—fallen like this—what a pity.

Then—

Tang Fei adjusted his attire—stepped forward—and bowed three times to Cao Yuan’s body—saying: “Ninth Thousand Years—safe travels.”

The accompanying Hades Hall warriors bowed in unison.

Qilin’s eyes were red—fighting back tears.

Ye Qiu looked at Su Xiaoxiao and said: “You heard my conversation with the Witch God’s disciples—didn’t you?”

“Do you still dispute your identity?”

“Ninth Thousand Years is right here—won’t you call him Father?”

Su Xiaoxiao stared at Cao Yuan’s body—her expression complex—silent for a long time. Even now—she struggled to believe she was Cao Yuan’s daughter.

As for calling him Father—she couldn’t do it.

Raised in the Witch God Sect—Su Luoying and her adoptive father were her true family. For years—Cao Yuan had been her enemy in her mind.

Now—asking her to call an enemy Father—she couldn’t.

Even if that enemy was her biological father!

“Ninth Thousand Years died for you—and you still won’t call him Father?” Qilin said—eyes red.

Ye Qiu saw through Su Xiaoxiao’s thoughts—saying: “I know it’s hard to accept right now—but it’s the truth.”

“I won’t force you.”

“I only hope—before Ninth Thousand Years is laid to rest—you’ll call him Father—so he can pass in peace.”

Ye Qiu instructed Qilin: “I’m entrusting Ninth Thousand Years’ body to you now. No matter what—it must not fall into the Witch God Sect’s hands again—or you’ll face sect punishment.”

“Yes!” Qilin responded loudly.

Ye Qiu turned to Tang Fei: “Old Tang—assign thirty warriors to assist Qilin in protecting Ninth Thousand Years’ body.”

Tang Fei nodded: “Got it.”

“Do you know where the Witch God is in seclusion?” Ye Qiu asked Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao pointed to a stilted building at the cliff’s highest point—saying: “There’s a stone cave in that room—where the Witch God stays in seclusion.”

“Old Tang—I’m leaving this place to you. Stay vigilant.” Ye Qiu said—preparing to leave.

Just then.

“Thud—thud—thud…”

Uniform footsteps suddenly rang out—like an army of thousands—approaching the plaza.

The ground shook.

The massive commotion made Tang Fei and the warriors uneasy.

“Alert—prepare for battle!” Tang Fei shouted.

Ye Qiu turned to look into the distance—his face grim. If these were Witch God Sect disciples—it would be trouble.

Moments later.

An army appeared—at least a few thousand strong.

From afar—a war flag rose in their midst—emblazoned with a massive dragon head—fluttering in the wind.

“It’s the Dragon Gate!” Qilin exclaimed—overjoyed.

Ye Qiu exhaled in relief.

Soon—the army reached the plaza—led by Han Long and Zhao Hu—the boss of Yangcheng.

They looked exhausted—covered in blood.

“Boss!”

“Brother Ye!”

Han Long and Zhao Hu’s faces lit up seeing Ye Qiu—but their eyes soon fell on Cao Yuan.

“Godfather!”

Han Long cried out in grief—rushing to Cao Yuan’s body—kneeling and kowtowing.

Zhao Hu and the other Dragon Gate disciples knelt as well.

“Pay respects to Ninth Thousand Years!”

Thousands roared in unison—their voices like thunder.

“Boss—who killed my godfather?” Han Long stood—brimming with killing intent.

“Some of the Witch God’s disciples—they’re already dead.” Ye Qiu asked: “Was your journey smooth?”

“Very smooth,” Zhao Hu said: “Every Witch God Sect disciple we met—one dead—two dead—a pair. Han Long and I wiped out thousands.”

Han Long added: “Old Zhao and I—under Zhuque’s orders—led the Dragon Gate disciples here—killing most of the Witch God Sect along the way. Boss—you all okay? Where’s Qinglong?”

Ye Qiu said: “Qinglong’s injured.”

Han Long and Zhao Hu’s faces shifted.

“Is Qinglong’s injury serious? Is he alright?” Han Long asked urgently.

“Don’t worry—the master’s treated Qinglong—he’s been sent back,” Qilin said.

“Master?” Zhao Hu frowned. Ninth Thousand Years was dead—where was this master?

Qilin explained: “Before Ninth Thousand Years died—he left word for Ye Qiu to succeed as Dragon Gate master. Qinglong—Zhuque—and I all know this.”

Ye Qiu produced the master’s token.

“Congratulations—Brother Ye… no—pay respects to the Master!” Zhao Hu said—kneeling before Ye Qiu in reverence.

Han Long knelt—saying respectfully: “Pay respects to the Master!”

Thousands of Dragon Gate disciples knelt—shouting: “Pay respects to the Master!”

Ye Qiu looked at them kneeling—feeling no joy—only a heavy weight.

From today—he was no longer just a doctor—but the master of China’s largest faction. Every move he made would shape the Dragon Gate’s future.

“No need for formalities—brothers—rise!” Ye Qiu said softly.

Everyone stood.

Ye Qiu continued: “Though this attack on the Witch God Sect cost the Dragon Gate dearly—with heavy losses—I’m heartened. You faced hardship—fought bravely—and pressed forward.”

“You’re the pride of the Dragon Gate!”

“If Ninth Thousand Years’ spirit sees your courage—he’d surely cheer for you!”

“Han Long—Zhao Hu—you led our brothers thousands of miles to Miaojiang—fighting your way here—your contributions are immense.”

“It’s been a hard journey.”

“Rest now—and let the brothers rest. I’ve got something to handle.”

Ye Qiu turned to leave.

Han Long asked: “Boss—where are you going?”

Without looking back—Ye Qiu uttered two words—

“Kill God!”

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Slay the God!

Hearing these two words—everyone’s hearts jolted.

They all understood what Ye Qiu was about to do.

Ye Qiu strode toward the cliff—his figure tall and resolute—exuding the air of a hero marching to a fateful battle—never to return.

“Ye Qiu—”

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly called out.

Ye Qiu paused—turning to look at her.

Su Xiaoxiao said softly: “Be careful.”

Ye Qiu gave a faint smile—then continued forward—ascending the cliff. Soon—he stood before the stilted building at the peak.

He pushed the door and entered.

“Can he succeed?” Tang Fei whispered.

Qilin said: “The Witch God was once the second-ranked master on the God List. If his strength has recovered—this fight will put immense pressure on Ye Qiu. He might even risk his life.”

Hearing Qilin—Han Long said: “How about I lead the brothers to charge up and take down the Witch God?”

Qilin shook his head: “A second-ranked God List master stands at the pinnacle of martial arts. Such a master can take a general’s head amidst an army of millions. Forget our few thousand—even tens of thousands couldn’t stop a second-ranked master’s slaughter.”

Han Long was stunned.

Tens of thousands couldn’t stop him?

Was a second-ranked God List master that terrifying?

Zhao Hu said worriedly: “If Brother Ye Qiu isn’t a match for the Witch God—what then?”

“Ninth Thousand Years has fallen—and Brother Ye Qiu just became master. If he dies here—the Dragon Gate will descend into chaos.”

“We need to find a way to help him.”

Tang Fei felt the same—wanting to aid Ye Qiu—but after racking his brain—he couldn’t think of a good plan.

“At that level of combat—we can’t intervene. This fight depends on Ye Qiu alone.”

Qilin glanced at Cao Yuan’s body—saying: “I hope Ninth Thousand Years’ spirit watches over Ye Qiu.”

…

In the stone cave.

After circulating his energy—the Witch God stabilised the churning qi and blood in his chest—his expression returning to normal.

Then.

He rose and approached Su Luoying.

Her white dress—torn by him—left only a thin undergarment. Her body—like lustrous jade—glowed white—radiating a fatal allure.

“Tsk—tsk—tsk. Truly Miaojiang’s top beauty—so stunning.”

The Witch God circled Su Luoying—admiring her—his small eyes glinting with green light.

Su Luoying—ashamed and furious—couldn’t help but curse: “Shameless old man.”

Slap!

The Witch God struck her face—showing no mercy—snarling: “Dare curse me? Tired of living?”

After hearing his earlier words—Su Luoying’s heart had already turned to ash. She cursed again: “The mighty Witch God—treating a weak woman like this—despicable!”

This time—the Witch God didn’t get angry—but laughed: “Su Luoying—don’t call me despicable. A beauty like you is beyond common men. Only I am worthy of you.”

“Offering yourself to me is your honour.”

“Serve me well—and if I’m pleased—I might spare your life. Perhaps—when I’m unrivalled—I’ll find a way to defy fate for you.”

Su Luoying’s face flushed with rage—cursing: “Disgusting!”

The Witch God chuckled: “Don’t say that. Once you experience my prowess—you might find yourself lost in pleasure—unable to resist.”

With that—

The Witch God raised his withered hands—reaching for Su Luoying—so excited that his hands trembled slightly.

“After waiting over twenty years—I’ll finally have you.”

The thought of possessing Su Luoying—perfecting his divine technique—and becoming the world’s top master—thrilled him.

“Get lost!” Su Luoying shouted.

The Witch God seemed deaf—his hands inching closer.

His movements were slow—cautious—as if Su Luoying were porcelain—fearful of breaking her.

Su Luoying closed her eyes.

She accepted her fate.

She knew escape from the Witch God’s grasp was impossible—he’d planned for this day for years.

Two tears traced down her exquisite face.

As his hands neared her shoulders—a mocking voice rang out.

“Old as you are—with such lust—can your body handle it?”

The sudden voice startled the Witch God—he whipped his head around.

A young man—sword strapped to his back—stood at the cave entrance.

“Who are you?” the Witch God asked gravely.

As a supreme master—he sensed this young man’s strength through his aura.

Focused on Su Luoying—he’d overlooked the possibility of an intruder—otherwise—he’d have noticed him sooner.

The young man smiled slightly—saying: “I’m Ye Qiu!”

Ye Qiu hadn’t expected to walk into such a scene.

His gaze swept past the Witch God—landing on Su Luoying—his heart skipping.

Beautiful!

Stunningly beautiful!

Ye Qiu was no stranger to beauty—Lin Jingzhi—Bai Bing—Qin Wan—Qianshan Xue—Qiu Shan Nange—all were peerless.

Yet Su Luoying’s allure rivalled his confidantes—her figure delicate—skin like tender jade—her exquisite face pale with a sickly pallor—a living Lin Daiyu.

One glance stirred pity.

Su Luoying—resigned to despair—saw a handsome man appear—her lovely eyes sparking with hope—but she quickly said: “Young master—leave now.”

Young master?

Ye Qiu froze—his gaze shifting to the Witch God’s face—studying it—then spitting out two words:

“Bloody ugly!”

The Witch God’s expression darkened—his eyes sharp as knives—glaring at Ye Qiu. He snorted coldly—saying: “Ye Qiu—I’ve heard of you. If I recall—you’re the Dragon Gate’s Xuanwu Envoy?”

“Was—now I’m not,” Ye Qiu said: “I’m the Dragon Gate’s master now.”

Oh?

Surprise crossed the Witch God’s aged face—then he laughed: “Cao Yuan was a fool—handing the Dragon Gate to a greenhorn. Isn’t he afraid you’ll ruin his hard-built legacy?”

“But it doesn’t matter—the Dragon Gate will soon be crushed by me.”

“Hahaha…”

The Witch God laughed—his withered wrinkles quivering.

Ye Qiu felt a wave of disgust—saying bluntly: “Old thing—can you stop laughing? Has no one told you how ugly you look when you laugh?”

“Insolent!” the Witch God roared: “Daring to speak to me like that—you’re courting death.”

But Ye Qiu grew bolder.

Pointing at Su Luoying—he said to the Witch God: “Release her—and I’ll leave you a whole corpse.”

“You want to kill me? Are you worthy?”

With that—the Witch God unleashed a massive aura—nine streams of true qi manifesting behind him.

Miracle Doctor Chapter 890

The Witch God’s aura was overwhelming—nine streams of true qi appeared behind him.

Each stream—like an iron ring—intertwined—emitting a terrifying presence.

Ye Qiu’s pupils narrowed slightly. Even before the fight began—he felt a strong sense of danger.

“It seems this old thing’s strength has recovered.”

Ye Qiu thought to himself.

In that moment—he found himself missing Longbrow True Man.

“If Longbrow were here—with the sword talisman—I could easily take down the Witch God.”

When Ye Qiu killed Miyamoto Musashi in Dadong—Miyamoto had also cultivated nine streams of true qi—but was ultimately defeated by the sword talisman.

But today was different.

Though his cultivation had advanced since killing Miyamoto—he had only cultivated two innate true qi streams. To defeat the Witch God—with nine streams—was…

Near impossible!

Moreover—Ye Qiu had no sword talisman today—lacking his strongest trump card. Thus—he had only one option—

Fight head-on!

There was no other way.

Ye Qiu’s right hand reached behind—gripping his sword hilt.

The Witch God noticed—sneering: “Kid—believe it or not—you won’t even get the chance to draw your sword before me?”

“I don’t believe it.”

As Ye Qiu spoke—the Witch God’s old—ugly face appeared right before him.

So fast!

Ye Qiu jumped—dodging to the side. Just as he steadied himself—the Witch God’s voice came again.

“You’re too slow!”

Ye Qiu’s hair stood on end.

He hadn’t expected the Witch God’s speed to be so incredible—surpassing any master he’d faced.

In Ye Qiu’s memory—the fastest masters he’d seen were Dragon Girl and Miyamoto Musashi.

But the Witch God’s speed outstripped them by far.

After chasing Ye Qiu for a while—the Witch God stopped—saying disinterestedly: “Boring.”

“You’re too weak.”

“You’re not worth my effort.”

The Witch God’s gaze was disdainful—as if Ye Qiu were an ant.

Ye Qiu knew this old monster was extraordinary—second on the God List—with every right to look down on him.

But the Witch God’s words irked him.

“Old thing—don’t get cocky—or I’ll cleave you with one swing.”

Ye Qiu said: “Your disciples underestimated me—and died miserably.”

The Witch God’s eyes darkened: “You killed them?”

“All of them,” Ye Qiu said with a grin: “Your three disciples—one had his throat pierced—one was sliced in half—and one had his head crushed.”

“I can’t fathom how you trained such trash disciples.”

“Doesn’t that prove the saying—trash disciples—trash master?”

Calling me trash? Courting death!

The Witch God’s face twisted with killing intent—saying coldly: “Since you’re so eager to die—I’ll grant your wish.”

He placed two fingers in his mouth—whistling sharply: “Hiss—hiss—”

The whistle was piercing—grating.

Ye Qiu felt as if needles were stabbing his eardrums—wondering what the Witch God was up to.

Su Luoying seemed to know—urgently saying: “Young master—leave now! The Witch God is summoning the great beast—it’s dangerous.”

Slap!

The Witch God struck Su Luoying’s face—cursing: “Traitor—warning an outsider? Have you fallen for him? Damn it—after I deal with him—I’ll kill you.”

Ye Qiu frowned.

Great beast?

A tiger?

Just then—a roar echoed from deep within the cave—like a giant creature emerging.

Ye Qiu tensed—staring into the cave’s depths.

About ten seconds later.

A massive snake slithered out.

Ye Qiu’s face changed.

The snake glowed green—its triangular head like a branding iron—brimming with aggression.

Its body stretched over twenty metres—thick and robust—its head the size of a washbasin—covered in green scales with white patterns on its underbelly.

Its eyes—like bronze bells—emitted a chilling—soul-piercing glow—fixing coldly on Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu scoffed: “Old thing—you think this beast can handle me?”

The Witch God snapped: “Insolent! Old Green isn’t a beast—it’s my best brother!”

The snake seemed to understand Ye Qiu—furious—roaring like a tiger—flicking its tongue at him.

Ye Qiu noticed the tongue was pitch-black—like ink.

“This snake is highly venomous!”

Ye Qiu’s guard went up.

The Witch God’s voice rang out again: “You’re too weak—not worth my effort. Old Green can swallow you whole.”

“Kid—don’t underestimate Old Green.”

“Old Green’s lived over four hundred years—and been with me for over a century…”

“What?” Ye Qiu interrupted—exclaiming: “You’ve lived with this snake for a century? So—you two have *that* kind of relationship?”

The Witch God’s mouth twisted in rage—ordering the snake: “Old Green—kill him.”

The snake nodded—charging at Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu dodged.

“Boom!”

The snake’s head smashed into the cave wall—shattering a large chunk of stone.

Its skin was tough—unharmed by the impact. Its tail whipped—striking at Ye Qiu with lightning speed.

Ye Qiu dropped to the ground—easily avoiding it.

As he stood—the snake swiftly turned—its head rising high—glaring down at him.

Su Luoying’s warning came: “Young master—beware! The beast can spit venom.”

Whoosh—

The snake opened its maw—spewing a cloud of black toxic smoke at Ye Qiu.

Instantly—the smoke engulfed him.

Clang!

Ye Qiu collapsed—motionless.

“Foolish thing—daring to challenge me—your death’s not worth pitying.”

The Witch God glanced coldly at Ye Qiu’s “corpse”—then turned to Su Luoying—grinning: “Now no one’s interrupting us—darling—come—let me make you feel good.”

Pfft—

A sound came from behind.

The Witch God spun around—his face contorting.

Ye Qiu stood before the snake—his hand pulling a bowl-sized gall from its belly.

The snake was barely alive.

Ye Qiu grinned at the Witch God: “I’ve never seen a gall this big—must be quite nourishing—right?”

Realising Ye Qiu’s intent—the Witch God roared: “You dare—”

Before he finished—

Ye Qiu swallowed the gall in a few bites.