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Chapter 262 The Unkillable Jiang Taixuan!!! (3 words, 45th update, please vote with monthly tickets~)

Two figures were pushing a metal stretcher.

He walked slowly from the other end of the corridor.

The stretcher was covered with a pale sheet, outlining the silhouette of the human body beneath.

The person pushing the cart was wearing dark gray overalls, and his face showed a numb weariness.

The slightly overweight one on the left couldn't help but mutter a complaint:

"Damn it, the supply of 'blood essence' has been getting tighter and tighter lately. The frequency of delivery has decreased, and the quantity is also smaller. The ancestors are almost running out of it. When will this end? If this continues, we'll all be in trouble."

The tall, thin man on the right nodded, his voice also low and tinged with helplessness: "Who says it isn't true? And the quality is getting worse and worse. Look at this one today, so thin and weak, he probably won't last more than a few days. Sigh, this job is getting harder and harder."

The fat man, pushing the cart, suddenly seemed to remember something. His eyes lit up slightly, with a strange gleam, and he said in a lower voice, "Hey, have you heard? A new squad has arrived in the city. They're said to be top geniuses from the Hidden Dragon Project in the capital. They're very young, but their strength is terrifying! The captain, what's his name, Fang Qingyu? He single-handedly killed a peak second-tier Life Ghost in Black Pine Valley!"

The tall, thin man nodded subconsciously: "Yeah, I heard about it. It's quite a big deal. He's been assigned to the 'Stargazing Platform,' with top-tier treatment."

He paused, then his tone took on a greedy and cruel calculation, as if he were talking about livestock to be slaughtered: "You know, if we could bring them in to extend the life of our ancestor... tsk tsk, those few young, strong, and vigorous genius grandmasters, their quality, their quantity! They might be able to extend the ancestor's life by another year or two, that would truly be making the most of them!"

"Sh-!!!"

The fat man turned pale with fright, abruptly covering the tall, thin man's mouth with his hand. He looked around in terror, his voice trembling: "Are you fucking crazy?! How dare you say such things?! Are you out of your mind?! That's someone from Beijing! The captain of Project Hidden Dragon! Even Old Master Hong Qitian has said he'd protect him! Touch him? If you want to die, don't drag me down with you! Don't even think about it, keep it to yourself!"

The tall, thin man was almost suffocated by the blankets and struggled before being released.

Panting heavily, a hint of fear on his face, he said sheepishly, "I know... I know I was just... just talking nonsense, just thinking random thoughts. I was mainly worried because the old ancestor's complexion has been getting worse and his breathing more unstable lately. Sigh."

He sighed, his voice lowering.

The two stopped talking and silently pushed the stretcher to the alloy gate.

The fat man took out his ID card, swiped it at the access control, and then entered a long password. With a heavy "click," the heavy alloy door slid open silently inward.

A stronger smell of disinfectant mixed with a faint metallic rust wafted over.

The two pushed the stretcher inside, completely unaware that just as the door was about to close, a deep, viscous darkness, like living ink, silently "flowed" in, clinging to the shadows inside the door and merging into this new space.

The door leads to a room.

Instead, it is a deeper, more oppressive corridor, also made of gray-white concrete.

The lights were stark white, leading to another, even larger elevator.

Within the territory of Eternal Night.

The faces of Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan turned ashen the moment they heard the conversation between the two!
Making the most of everything, a genius master extends his life
Every word was like a poisoned icicle, piercing their hearts.

This completely confirms the chilling and unbelievable accusations made by Jiang Chengyue.

They may have still harbored a sliver of hope that Jiang Chengyue was being extreme or that it was a misunderstanding.

But now, from the conversation between these two low-level "staff" so naturally, even with a hint of complaint and calculation, the truth is laid bare and bloody before them.

A hero celebrated by the Federation for fifty years, the pillar of Liuli Light City, the patriarch of the Jiang family, Jiang Taixuan.
What prolongs his decaying life is neither a miracle nor a magic drug!
Instead, it relies on literally extracting and devouring the life force and blood of other martial arts masters! ? ?

It relied on that eerie divine weapon.
A stomach for gluttony!

This is simply the biggest irony in the history of the Federation.

The darkest joke ever!
Is the monument to heroes actually built with the blood, flesh, and bones of countless warriors, and maintained with the most despicable evil?
An indescribable chill and an overwhelming rage.

It surged and churned within the three of them, almost breaking free of the constraints of the Eternal Night Realm.

Wei Banmeng pursed her lips tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, while Chu Kuanglan's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding together.
Fang Qingyu's expression was unusually calm in the darkness.

Deep within the molten gold vertical pupils, it seemed as if cold lava was slowly flowing, freezing all the turbulent waves, leaving only an all-knowing indifference and a trace of understanding.

He now understands completely.

Why would Hong Qitian specifically send him a message suggesting he come to Liuli Guangcheng?

The old man probably already knew about the filth here.

He was sent here to resolve this matter.

Clean house and sever this corrupt and evil root.

just
Fang Qingyu's lips twitched down very slightly, with a hint of helplessness in them.

Is the old man overestimating him?

No matter how old or weak the opponent is, he is still a genuine third-tier Martial Saint.

There is a gap in their life levels.

Send a second-tier initial-stage squad leader to challenge the Martial Saint?

This is a bit unreasonable.

but
Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over his teammates who were suppressing their anger, and over the thick darkness.

Now that he's here, now that he's seen it, now that Old Man Hong has handed him the "knife"...
Then there's no reason to turn back.

Fang Qingyu and his group of five, along with Jiang Chengyue, followed the two men like invisible ghosts under the protection of the Eternal Night Territory, heading towards the giant elevator at the end of the corridor.

The elevator doors slid open silently, revealing a spacious interior that could easily accommodate two people, one on a stretcher and the other on a trolley, with room to spare.

Fang Qingyu controlled the Eternal Night Territory, like the deepest shadow, clinging to the corner of the elevator wall.

The elevator doors closed, and a slight feeling of weightlessness followed.

The elevator began to descend.

The descent seemed to go far deeper than imagined, and time passed in a stifling silence.

The two seemed to have gotten used to the long journey, leaning against the stretcher in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, the elevator finally made a soft "ding" sound and stopped.

The elevator doors slid open slowly.

A strong, suffocating smell of blood, mixed with the complex odors of disinfectant and preservatives, surged into the elevator like a raging tide.

The fat man and the tall, thin man pushing the cart were clearly already used to it.

He merely wrinkled his nose slightly before pushing the stretcher out.

The five people, including Fang Qingyu, who were enveloped in the Eternal Night Territory, all stiffened for a moment as the elevator doors opened and the scent rushed in.

Even those who had experienced the mountains of corpses and seas of blood at Black Pine Pass, and the battlefield of gods at the glacial ruins, were deeply shocked by the scene before them.
Outside the elevator was an unimaginably vast underground space.

It is over ten meters high and its area is comparable to several football fields.

The stark, cold light shone down from the high dome, illuminating the chilling scene below.

Countless cold metal beds, like products on a factory assembly line, are arranged in rows and columns, densely packed and neatly, stretching as far as the eye can see.

On each bed lies a living, breathing person.

They were wearing matching gray hospital gowns.

His eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, and his chest rose and fell only very slightly.

Each person has a transparent tube connected to their wrist.

Dark red blood flowed from the catheter, extending all the way to the floor beneath the metal bed.

Next to each bed is a sophisticated vital sign monitoring instrument.

The faintly fluctuating curves and numbers on the screen indicate that these "blood sources" are still maintaining minimal vital signs.

This is solely to ensure that blood can be continuously drawn.

The cold hum of machinery, the subtle gurgling of flowing liquid, and countless faint, almost imperceptible breaths.
They intertwine to form a bizarre and terrifying symphony of death.

This is a living, terrifyingly large underground blood bank.

One after another, vibrant lives were treated as "blood sources," their vitality and life force extracted in an institutionalized, assembly-line manner, solely to nourish that long-decayed "hero."

"vomit--"

Within the territory of Eternal Night.

Fang Qingyu's breath hitched for a moment, his molten gold vertical pupils sweeping over the massive, orderly factory of evil.

A murderous intent quietly welled up from the bottom of his heart.

The fat man and the tall, thin man were completely unaware of what was behind them.

They skillfully parked the newly arrived stretcher next to an empty bed in the last row.

The two worked together seamlessly, like workers operating precision instruments.

They quickly untied the white sheet, revealing a middle-aged man who was also unconscious and had a pale face.

She swiftly stripped the man of his outer garment.

I changed into a gray hospital gown and then started connecting various monitoring instruments and cables.

Finally, the tall, thin man picked up a brand-new, thick needle that gleamed coldly, precisely inserted it into the vein in the man's wrist, and skillfully secured it in place.

Dark red blood immediately flowed through the catheter and into the pipes under the bed.

The entire process was cold and efficient, devoid of any superfluous emotion.

After doing all this, the two did not leave immediately.

The fat man took out a tablet computer and began to survey the edge of the huge space, his fingers rapidly tapping on the screen, seemingly checking the vital signs data of each "blood source".

"Tsk, this won't work, the indicators have all dropped to rock bottom."

The fat man stopped in front of a bed, looked at the almost flattened lines on the screen, and shook his head.

"This one over here is also failing; its indicators are very weak."

The tall, thin man spotted two more a little further away.

"Damn it, three!" the fat man cursed as he put away his tablet.

"What a bad day! We brought in one, and now we have to deal with three scrapped ones! Let's get to work!"

The two walked to the three beds marked "Terminated".

The tall, thin man took three huge black body bags from the cabinet next to him.

The two men roughly dragged the three completely drained, lifeless corpses off the bed, stuffed them into body bags, and zipped them up.

Each person carried one bag, while the fat man carried the third bag on his shoulder.

The weight of three servings seemed to be nothing to their physiques.

They walked once again into the depths of the space to another, even more inconspicuous iron door that looked like a freight elevator.

The Eternal Night Territory moved silently, keeping pace.

The doors of the freight elevator were thicker and made a screeching sound when they opened.

The fat man and the tall, thin man walked in, covering their noses.

Even from a distance, Fang Qingyu and the others could smell the mixed odor emanating from inside the elevator, an odor even more nauseating than the smell of blood.

The stench of decay was overwhelming, along with the sour smell of putrefaction; even disinfectant couldn't mask the stench of rotting.

After the two entered, the tall, thin man quickly pressed the close button, as if every second longer was torture. The elevator doors slowly closed.

Fang Qingyu controlled the Eternal Night Territory, and once again, like flowing water, he silently "seeped" into it.

The elevator descended again.

This time, the descent seems to have taken even longer.

The stench permeating the elevator made both the fat man and the tall, thin man gag a few times.

"Damn it, this smell... it always shortens my lifespan!" the fat man complained.

The tall, thin man replied in a gruff voice, "Bear with it, we're almost there."

Finally, the elevator stopped again.

Before the door was fully opened, a mixture of highly rotten and fermented substances, along with an extremely strong stench, slammed down on us like a giant hammer.

"vomit--!"

This time, even seasoned warriors like Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan, who were used to bloodshed, could no longer control themselves and began to vomit violently within the Eternal Night Territory, their faces turning deathly pale.

This smell is not only a physical shock, but also a devastating blow to one's mental and physical well-being.

Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed tightly, and his stomach churned, but his strong willpower forced him to suppress it.

Jiang Wei's face also wrinkled slightly.

The little hand waved in front of its nose.

Jiang Chengyue's aura fluctuated violently in the shadows.

The elevator doors opened fully.

The sight before them caused everyone's pupils to contract sharply.

Outside the elevator door, less than ten meters away
It's a mountain!

A mountain of corpses, made up of countless black body bags, is rotting away.

The mountain of corpses was enormous, almost filling the even larger, dark underground space.

Some of the body bags were torn, revealing highly decomposed, unrecognizable corpses inside, oozing blackish-green pus, with maggots wriggling among the rotting flesh.

More bags were stacked on top of each other, piled up like a mountain.

It emitted a stench so strong it was suffocating.

Flies buzzed and hovered above the mountain of corpses like a black cloud.

This is a true mass grave, the final and most sordid destination for evil.

At the edge of the mountain of corpses, some huge, bulldozer-like metal mechanical arms can be vaguely seen, seemingly used to "deal with" this ever-growing mountain of corpses.

"Boss Corpse! New goods have arrived! Three! Get ready!"

The fat man suppressed his urge to vomit and, with his eyes almost closed, threw the body bag on his shoulder towards the mountain of corpses as fast as he could.

The tall, thin man immediately threw the two bags in his hands with all his might.

After doing all this, the two frantically pressed the elevator's close button as if avoiding a plague, their faces filled with fear and disgust.

"Turn it off! Turn it off!"

Under the horrified gazes of the two, the elevator doors finally closed slowly, shutting out the hellish scene and stench.

The elevator goes up.

Inside the elevator, the fat man and the tall, thin man were panting heavily, as if they had just crawled back from hell.

"Damn it, next time it's whoever wants to come, I'm never coming down again!"

The fat man cursed, still shaken.

The tall, thin man didn't speak, he just nodded vigorously.

Inside Fang Qingyu's private room in the Stargazing Suite.

"vomit--!!!"

From the bathroom came the sound of Chu Kuanglan vomiting violently.

In the living room, Wei Banmeng's face was as pale as paper. She covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling slightly, as she tried to suppress the churning stomach acid.

Lu Jiuyuan held the knife, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes tightly, but his tightly pursed lips and slightly heaving chest showed that he was also trying his best to suppress the strong feeling of nausea.

Fang Qingyu sat expressionlessly on the sofa in the living room, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on his knees.

Jiang Chengyue slumped in the chair opposite Fang Qingyu, his face ashen, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, as if his soul had been drained by everything he had just witnessed.

The heroic spirit of the safe house, filled with grief and indignation, seemed to crumble before the mountain of corpses.

After a long while, the vomiting sounds from the bathroom gradually subsided.

Chu Kuanglan walked out unsteadily, his face still showing the paleness of vomiting and the flush of anger.

He walked up to Fang Qingyu, but instead of sitting down, he squatted down, gripping the edge of the sofa tightly with both hands until his knuckles turned white from the force.

He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Fang Qingyu, his voice hoarse.

The first time Fang Qingyu was addressed as...
"elder brother!"

"Let's kill that old bastard!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with deep-seated hatred.

The hellish scene, the comrades drained dry like food, the mountains of rotting corpses.
It completely ignited the violent killing intent in his heart!
What martial saint, what stabilizing force? In his eyes, he was now just a rotten, foul-smelling tumor that had to be eliminated!

Wei Banmeng suppressed her churning stomach, took a deep breath, and said in a cold voice, "Senior Brother Chu, calm down. The opponent is a Martial Saint! The difference in life level cannot be bridged by anger."

Her words were rational and realistic, but deep in her eyes, there was the same meaning as Chu Kuanglan's.

Chu Kuanglan suddenly looked up, clearly wanting to refute.

But Fang Qingyu raised his hand and stopped him.

Fang Qingyu turned his gaze to Jiang Chengyue, who seemed to have had his spine removed, and his voice was calm and without a trace of emotion:
"Jiang Chengyue".

Tell me, what is Jiang Taixuan's current condition?

How much of his strength can he still unleash?

Jiang Chengyue's empty gaze slowly focused and landed on Fang Qingyu's face.

That extremely calm gaze was even more terrifying to him than Chu Kuanglan's furious roar.

A look of utter absurdity crossed his face.

It was as if I had heard a huge joke.

"You really want to make a move on the ancestor and Jiang Taixuan?!"

Jiang Chengyue's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with disbelief.

In his mind, Fang Qingyu and the others had witnessed the hellish truth firsthand, and the most important thing they should do now was to immediately seek help from the capital and mobilize reinforcements from the Divine Administration Bureau or even higher levels of the Federation.

Instead of plotting to assassinate a third-tier Martial Saint with only a second-tier rank!
This is tantamount to a moth flying into a flame, courting death.

However, Fang Qingyu simply looked at him calmly and nodded again.

That look told him without a doubt.

Yes, that's exactly what we're after.

immediately.

Jiang Chengyue looked at Fang Qingyu's serious expression, then glanced at Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, Lu Jiuyuan, and even the quiet little girl beside him, whose faces were pale but whose eyes were equally determined.
The absurdity in my eyes gradually faded, replaced by an extremely complex emotion.

Shocked? Bewildered?
And a faint glimmer of hope, which he himself was unaware of, like embers rekindling.

Jiang Chengyue's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty as he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

His voice was still hoarse, but it had begun to sound more organized:
"His current condition is very bad. Extremely bad."

"The stomach of a glutton is not omnipotent. Forcibly converting the life force of a martial arts grandmaster, or even a lower-level martial artist, into the immense life force required for the Martial Saint level has an absurdly low conversion rate! It's like a drop in the ocean! Moreover, the conversion process itself is a burden and a drain on his decaying body."

"In recent months, the pressure on the front lines has been immense, and the supply of high-quality blood sources is dwindling. Ancestor Jiang Taixuan's blood and qi deficiency has reached an extremely dangerous level, like a leaky bucket that can never be filled. His aura is extremely unstable, fluctuating greatly, and his complexion is as withered as a true walking corpse. Based on my judgment when I last saw him in the council hall before I left, his current strength is probably barely even two or three tenths of his peak!"

Jiang Chengyue paused, a cold calculation and cruel reality flashing in his eyes:

"Most importantly, he cannot act rashly! Every time he uses his strength, it will accelerate the depletion of his already severely depleted vital energy! It's like burning the last bit of oil in a lamp. Once he starts fighting, his condition will only worsen, and he will become weaker and weaker with each battle! This is his fatal weakness!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu and the others' eyes flashed with a sharp light.

This information is crucial.

However, Jiang Chengyue's next words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the glimmer of hope that had just begun to rise.

That complex smile, a mixture of misery and mockery, reappeared on his face.

Looking at Fang Qingyu, he said, word by word:

"but."

"Captain Fang, you want to kill him?"

"I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible."

"because--"

Jiang Chengyue's voice suddenly rose, carrying a poignant blend of worldly wisdom and sharp sarcasm:

"He! He absolutely cannot die!"

"Hmm?" Fang Qingyu raised an eyebrow.

Chu Kuanglan almost jumped up: "What do you mean?! What do you mean by absolutely not dying?!"

Jiang Chengyue looked at their confused and anxious eyes.

The mocking curve at the corner of his mouth deepened, and it was unclear who he was mocking.

He said slowly:
"because."

"Once he's about to die..."

"Those loyal people below, who have been completely brainwashed."

"For example, Chen Ming, those who pushed carts to deliver 'blood,' those guards, and many more who depended on the Jiang family as a powerful force, regarding their ancestor as a god and a guarantee of survival."

"They would rather die themselves! They would rather sacrifice their own lives and blood! They would frantically rush forward, one after another, to 'extend his life'!!"

"With their own blood, their own flesh, their own lives"

"Go fill that ever-satisfying stomach!"

"What you've been trying to kill has never been just Jiang Taixuan."

"It is the very foundation of the Jiang family, rotten to the bone, willingly offering their flesh and blood to nourish this decaying statue!!"

(End of this chapter)