Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1511: Chapter 1511: Overthinking

The old couple raised their heads, their hair parted to the sides, finally revealing their appearance to the people present.

The female martial artists behind Yun Man were visiting this Blood Pool River for the first time, and upon seeing the true appearance of the old couple, they couldn’t help but gape. If Yun Man hadn’t stopped them promptly with a sharp gaze, they might have exclaimed out loud.

Fang Bai slightly furrowed his brow and met the gaze of the old couple looking at him. Although he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was not at peace.

The old couple had rough and slack skin, dull and lifeless, like withered tree bark. Their eyes were a dead gray, and their lips slightly purple, giving the impression that they were on the verge of death, not far from it.

From them, what could be sensed was not the vibrant aura of a martial artist, but an ominous aura similar to that of the Nether Corpse Land. This aura enveloped them in a kind of eeriness that made people want to keep their distance.

Apart from Fang Bai, every martial artist who caught sight of the old couple’s appearance felt a chill run down their spine and immediately looked away, fearing they might incur the couple’s displeasure.

"Oh, it’s nothing..."

Fang Bai quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind, finally opting not to voice his thoughts. Instead, he grinned at Yun Man, pointing to the bowl of Wuyou Soup in her hand, and said, "This Wuyou Soup emits such a refreshing aroma, invigorating the mind... It must taste great! Can I have a few more bowls later?"

Seeing that Fang Bai didn’t say anything disrespectful, Yun Man breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head, saying, "No! Only one bowl per person!"

Fang Bai nodded regretfully and said no more.

The old couple’s gaze lingered on Fang Bai for a few moments before withdrawing, as if nothing had happened. They continued pouring bowls of Wuyou Soup from the gourd in their hands, handing them to the martial artists in front of them.

When it was Fang Bai’s turn, he accepted the Wuyou Soup presented by the old man, tossed a spiritual medicine aside, drank it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and then strode to catch up with Yun Man and the others.

After he walked by, the old couple’s eyes, hidden behind their long hair, glanced at his back. For a moment, a gleam of delight flashed in their gray eyes, as if a hungry wolf had spotted a delicious prey. noveldrama

"Brother Fang, you just gave me quite a scare!"

When Fang Bai reached his side, Yun Man used Thread Condensation Sound Transmission to say, "Were you trying to tell me something earlier? Hmm, you can say it now."

Fang Bai transmitted his voice, "Sister Yun Man, does that Wuyou Soup really work?"

Yun Man was taken aback, then shook her head, saying, "I don’t know. Last time I entered the Nether Corpse Land, I didn’t cross the Blood Pool River. But according to some martial artists who drank Wuyou Soup, the soup is indeed very effective in resisting the erosion of evil and corpse qi."

Fang Bai turned his head to look at Yun Man, solemnly and seriously saying, "Though the Soul Settling Grass has calming and soul-settling effects, when mixed with certain other medicinal materials, it can also be used to manipulate a martial artist’s mind."

Yun Man was shocked, a feeling of unease rising in her heart, but she quickly dismissed it with a smile, saying, "Fang Bai, you must be overthinking it! I believe that old couple just wants to earn some cultivation resources!"

She added, "Though they are strong, if they dared to do such a thing, they’d be inciting public wrath. Can they withstand the assault of thousands of martial artists? They wouldn’t dare!"

Fang Bai sighed, "Two people facing imminent death wouldn’t care about so much."

"Imminent death? Brother Fang, what do you mean by that?"

Yun Man sensed that Fang Bai was hinting at something and couldn’t resist asking.

Fang Bai thought for a moment, then waved his hand, "Forget it, maybe I really am overthinking! Our goal is to hunt for treasure. Why bother about anything else!"

As he spoke, he had already stepped onto the Naihe Bridge.

Yun Man knew Fang Bai still had more to say, but as he chose not to, she didn’t press further. Shaking her head to dispel some uneasy thoughts, she breathed a sigh of relief and, along with several martial artists beside her, set foot on the Naihe Bridge, heading towards the other side of the Blood Pool River.

Hundreds and thousands of martial artists were crossing the Naihe Bridge one after another, reaching the opposite bank.

Beyond the Naihe Bridge was the core area of the Nether Corpse Land, where every martial artist could feel that the evil and corpse qi in the space was even denser than on the opposite side of the Blood Pool River. Although the vast majority of them had drunk Wuyou Soup, which enhanced their resistance to various harmful auras, they were still doubly cautious compared to before.

Perhaps because the evil and corpse qi here was overly dense, Yun Man and the others found that their divine sense was met with various obstacles, allowing them to only probe movements within a radius of five hundred meters at most, beyond which they knew nothing.

A five hundred meters buffer zone was far insufficient for strong individuals like them. Should they encounter a powerful opponent, the opponent could appear at close range in an instant, leaving them little time to react.

"Everyone, stay closer together. If attacked, be sure to promptly help each other!"

Yun Man said loudly.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately shortened the distance between one another, tightly gripping their spiritual artifacts, and remained on high alert.

The occasional passage through Corpse Mountain Blood Sea sent shockwaves through them. To prevent themselves from becoming part of these innumerable corpses, they needed to unite closely and coordinate seamlessly.

"Hurry up!"

As their group of ten advanced dozens of miles, Yun Man’s eyes lit up. At the edge of a Corpse Mountain ahead, she spotted two warrior corpses and quickly led Fang Bai and others closer.

The two martial artists’ corpses there hadn’t fully dried, appearing to have fallen recently. Nearby were two mid-grade Holy Grade spiritual artifacts scattered, and the rings on their fingers had not yet been removed.

Judging by the attire of these two martial artists, they appeared to be loose cultivators, giving Yun Man and the others peace of mind.

If the fallen were sect disciples, obtaining their cultivation resources would also mean contending with their fellow sect members, causing all sorts of trouble. But loose cultivators posed no such concerns.

"Chirp!"

Along with a piercing sound of something cutting through the air, an arrow glowing faintly green shot forth, grazing the frontmost Yun Man and embedding itself in a tree trunk that had been dead for countless years.

"Bang!"

With an explosive sound, the large tree—requiring several people to encircle it—burst apart, fragments flying everywhere.

"These two are ours, belonging to the Five Poisons Sect! Know your place and get lost!"

An icy voice, as if from the depths of hell, drifted from the distant mist. Following the voice, Yun Man and the others saw five lean martial artists in black attire speeding towards them.

The five martial artists wore matching outfits, with a pouch made of some unknown material hanging from each waist, every one of them bearing a sinister, cold smirk on their lips.

When the five of them got closer, Yun Man and others caught a faint, pungent toxic odor emanating from them.

"They are disciples of the Five Poisons Sect!"

Upon recognizing them, Yun Man’s expression subtly changed, with a hint of fear in her eyes.

Several martial artists in their team seemed to have heard of the "Five Poisons Sect"’s reputation and, seeing the five disciples approaching, couldn’t help but step back.