The Law of Heaven

Chapter 142 The Eyes That Changed Fate

At 10:37 p.m., traffic control measures had been implemented near the Central Hospital. Only one taxi managed to get through the blockade and parked outside the public parking lot.

Aihara scanned the QR code to pay and got out of the car.

"Don't say anything out of line later, leave it to me."

He helped Jiang Youqing out of the car and whispered some instructions to her.

Jiang Wanwu frowned and said, "Why did you two take so long to arrive?"

A hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes.

These two are clearly not acting normally. Although they are both wearing suits, they are obviously not the custom-made styles required for the mission. It is obvious that they were changed later.

Aihara is alright.

Jiang Youqing's black hair was slightly damp, clearly indicating that she had just taken a shower.

Something is very wrong!

"Uh……"

Aihara didn't know why he had to face such a chaotic situation at such a crucial moment, and he didn't know what to do.

“I took him home to take care of some things.”

Jiang Youqing's clear, cold eyes were expressionless, but the corners of her lips unconsciously curled up. This was something she had carefully planned, with the aim of arousing the woman's suspicion.

"go home……"

Jiang Wanwu was inexplicably irritated, but she had important business to attend to at the moment, so she explained the situation to the two of them first.

Next, they went to the special clinic.

After taking the elevator upstairs, this floor was filled with the elders of the five major families. Most of them had been retired for more than ten years, but they all appeared here today with solemn expressions.

At this point, Jiang Wanwu's advantage came into play. She could accurately pronounce the name of each elder, greet them warmly, and build rapport with them.

Let me also introduce two people I know who suffer from social anxiety.

Jiang Youqing's social anxiety stems from her being very focused on her own world and not being very good at interacting with others.

Aihara's social anxiety stemmed from his resistance and rejection of the outside world; he never liked interacting with outsiders.

However, the former is a recognized super genius, and the latter is a recently risen member of the Xiang family clan. The elders of the five major families are very enthusiastic towards them and do not put on airs as elders. Instead, they treat them with courtesy.

In the corner of the corridor, Xiangsi sat anxiously by the window. The window was open, and a black and white calico cat perched on the air conditioner unit outside, occasionally meowing.

Xiangsi stroked the cat's head and comforted it from the side.

Master Zhou comforted her from the side.

Some of the elders nearby didn't know who this little girl was or why she was teasing the cat with the window open. They knew this was a hospital, and the kitten was filthy.

"Xiao Si."

Aihara went over and saw that her younger sister was alright. The worry that had been hanging over her finally eased a little.

Hearing her brother's voice, Xiangsi turned around, fighting back tears, and rushed to him: "Brother, you're back..."

Aihara was bewildered: "What's going on?"

"Here's the thing."

Master Zhou sighed and explained the whole story: "She's a pitiful child. That black and white cat outside the window is probably her only family."

After hearing this, Aihara looked at the cow cat outside the window and was a little surprised.

"Hey, Hakimi?"

He beckoned.

Bobo shrank back in fright.

You scared him.

Jiang Youqing looked out the window at Bobo, her usually cold gaze softening with curiosity and affection.

The elders who were greeting Jiang Wanwu watched this scene and thought to themselves, "So she's the younger sister of the Xiang family's clan. No wonder she's so kind-hearted. What a lovely little girl."

Yes, cats are cute too.

After Xiangsi finished crying, she raised her head, first glancing at her brother, then at the aloof girl beside her.

A girl's intuition told her.

This might be another sister-in-law.

"Hello, I'm your brother's friend."

Jiang Youqing said reservedly.

Xiangsi felt that her sister-in-law was cold and instinctively a little afraid, so she said in a soft voice, "Hello, sister."

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Fortunately, Jiang Wanwu came over and sighed, "That child's condition is very bad. If the old chairman hadn't brought over a few death row inmates and used black magic and alchemy to prolong her life, she would be dead by now. But this is not a long-term solution. Elder Chu of the Spirit Medicine Gathering is trying to find a way."

Our current technological capabilities are insufficient to distinguish between mutated and healthy cells. Mr. Chu attempted to observe them using a spiritual microscope, but witnessed something terrifying, nearly causing his mind to be corrupted. My father has now also tried it, but the results are still unknown.

If we fail to save that girl this time, then most other patients with genetic diseases will likely also be beyond saving. This is because all treatment plans are optimized versions of the treatment plan used for Ruan Xiangtian back then.

If there are problems with the details, they can be improved.

However, if the fundamental direction is wrong, then everything needs to be started from scratch, which may take more than ten years.

The patients can't wait.

"I'll go take a look first."

Jiang Youqing was aware of the seriousness of the matter. She had developed the serum, and if patients died because of it, she felt it was a responsibility she should bear.

Just as Aihara was about to follow, her clothes were tugged.

"elder brother."

Xiangsi asked softly, "Is there any hope for Xiaoman?"

Aihara paused for a second: "Everyone will do their best."

Xiangsi hummed in agreement, and very sensibly stopped bothering her brother, returning to the corner of the windowsill to comfort Bobo.

"Go ahead, I'll stay here and watch over her."

Master Zhou waved his hand.

"It's troublesome."

Aihara nodded slightly, then turned and followed.

Jiang Wanwu whispered in his ear, "These elders are here, and they actually decide the girl's life or death. If they decide to give up treatment at the last minute, the girl will be executed immediately. There's nothing we can do about it; if the treatment fails, the Curse of Heaven will spread."

No one knows how the Curse of Heaven infects the human body, and no one can afford the risk. Including you and me, we could all be contaminated by the Curse of Heaven.

Even though Aihara felt a lustful urge from her breath at close range, he did not have any romantic thoughts, because the matter was indeed very serious.

The group arrived at the intensive care operating room, where professional medical staff helped them put on appropriate protective suits.

The door opened, and through a transparent glass partition, lay a gaunt girl on the operating table. Her pale, dry skin was covered with scarlet veins that spread like eerie curses, shimmering with a faint, sinister red light.

A huge metal instrument enveloped her, casting a bright beam of light that swept over her body inch by inch.

Twelve metal arms, holding scalpels and syringes, were suspended in mid-air, temporarily ceasing operation.

"This is Ye Xiaoman, the only volunteer who volunteered to undergo the first experiment. She is very brave."

Jiang Wanwu explained, "The metal materials used to make this instrument were all enhanced with black magic and alchemy, and were specially prepared for long-lived species. They can observe and interfere with the spiritual structure and evolved genes within their bodies. It took ten years just to develop this equipment."

Aihara said softly, "I see." Jiang Youqing looked intently at the girl on the operating table and realized something was wrong: "Where is Director Jiang?"

As the door to the control room opened, Jiang Hai emerged, supported by his assistant, bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Father."

Jiang Wanwu was taken aback and hurriedly went to greet her.

Jiang Hai waved his hand to indicate that he was alright, and whispered, "I'm fine, I wasn't contaminated. I entered superbrain mode and tried to analyze the true structure of the Heavenly Curse with absolute rational thinking, but I still failed."

The Curse of Heaven is alive; it possesses life, and anyone who attempts to observe it will suffer spiritual corruption. This perfectly illustrates the saying, "One cannot look directly at a god."

This usually aloof man rarely lost his composure like this. Every word he spoke was accompanied by heavy breathing, his chest heaving violently, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Youqing, Xiaoyuan."

He coughed lightly and said in a hoarse voice, "It is said that the talent of immortal beings is determined by a person's spirituality. And so-called spirituality is the perception and attitude towards this world, and the understanding of all things. The higher the spirituality, the higher the talent, and the more resistant one is to the erosion of mythical creatures. If you are not capable of it either, then there is nothing we can do."

Jiang Youqing nodded and said, "I'll give it a try."

Aihara hesitated for a second, then followed, turning around and saying, "Take care of your dad, I'll be out in a bit."

Jiang Wanwu supported her father, pursing her lips and nodding.

Inside the control room, a huge lens device trembled slightly, faintly flashing an eerie red light.

A vast amount of documents and literature were scattered on the large table. Old Mr. Chu had recovered from the mental turmoil he had just experienced and was frantically searching through the materials, muttering to himself, "How could this be? Why does the Curse of Heaven have such properties? Am I going to repeat the same mistake? Is there really no one who can unravel the mystery?"

No, impossible, there must be a way. The concentration of the Heavenly Curse within this girl isn't very high. This is already the best-case scenario, so why can't we unravel its mystery? I thought I could make history, I thought I could make one last great contribution to the world in the twilight of my career!
Haha, what a disgrace! I'll never be able to face anyone in academia again. She was a living, breathing human being, so brave and kind, and I, because of my arrogance, killed her with my own hands…”

The old man trembled slightly, tears streaming down his face.

"Mr. Chu, this is not your fault..."

The old chairwoman, leaning on her cane beside him, wiped the blood from the corner of her eye. Clearly, she had just been trying to observe the structure of the Heavenly Curse through the spiritual microscope.

The results are obvious.

The old chairman also failed.

"This is my fault."

Suddenly, Old Master Chu remembered something and murmured, "Yun Shu, could we call Master Ling Wang over? As the most spiritually advanced immortal being in a thousand years, perhaps he..."

The old chairman paused for a second: "He's already corrupted. If he comes into contact with these things, things will probably get really bad. Besides, he's been claiming to be unwell lately. Who knows what he's up to?"

The light in Mr. Chu's eyes dimmed.

At that moment, Jiang Youqing sat down in front of the spirit microscope and said softly, "I'll give it a try."

Mr. Chu and Chairman Ruan were filled with renewed hope. This child's talent was once in a millennium, and his personality was even more resilient and aloof. Perhaps there was hope for him.

Especially the boy behind Jiang Youqing.

The imperial family of the Xiang clan.

Is there any hope for Jing Tong?

However, they quickly calmed down.

Jing Tong's ability is to see through illusions.

It is not necessarily possible to decipher the mystery of the curse of heavenly principles.

Moreover, Aihara only has a flawed Pure Eye.

When Jiang Youqing sat in front of the spiritual microscope and pressed the maximum magnification button, an eerie red light rushed towards her like a sea of ​​blood, engulfing her.

In an instant, it felt like falling into hell on earth. There was no genetic structure left, only an endless sea of ​​blood churning, eerie scarlet tentacles swaying like giant dragons, and red lightning crisscrossing, tearing apart the world before their eyes.

A monstrous wave surged within the sea of ​​blood, the blood-mist-filled surge seemingly concealing peerless demons. They opened their eerie vertical pupils, radiating boundless malice, coldly staring at the outside observers with chilling eyes.

Jiang Youqing held her breath, as an immense wave of malice crashed over her like a storm, pushing her toward the abyss.

It was as if I had returned to that square from back then. The aloof woman transformed into a ferocious beast in a fleeting moment, yet her hoarse voice remained as gentle as ever.

"Shoot, Yuqing."

She said softly, "Your mother taught you that."

Jiang Youqing trembled again.

The cold and indifferent exterior seemed to have shattered.

It reveals the little girl deep within her soul.

The immense mental erosion nearly destroyed her soul, causing her to exhibit physical reactions, with blood flowing from her seven orifices.

"Ugh."

Chairwoman Ruan knows her student best. To this day, that incident remains her biggest nightmare and the most difficult hurdle to overcome in her life.

There's no escaping it, no hiding from it.

"Still not working?"

Mr. Chu let out a long sigh.

Jiang Youqing's hands trembled, and the world before her eyes became distorted. The demons in the sea of ​​blood seemed to gradually take shape, and they actually transformed into her mother from her memories.

But it no longer has that gentle demeanor.

Like a ferocious beast.

It was as if they wanted to tear her apart.

Suddenly, someone pressed down on her trembling hands.

He covered her eyes with his other hand.

Darkness suddenly descended, cutting off all senses.

Jiang Youqing suddenly woke up from the nightmare, as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water, and regained her senses.

But the chilling feeling still lingered in my heart, and the heart-wrenching fear gradually faded away.

"Don't push yourself. If you keep watching like this, you might get contaminated too."

Aihara leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

Jiang Youqing's slightly protruding chest heaved violently as she pursed her pale lips and whispered, "I think I just saw some outlines, though they were very blurry, but if..."

"Shh, stop with the 'what ifs'."

Aihara released her hand, extended a finger, and pressed it to her lips: "I can see it very clearly."

Jiang Youqing was slightly startled and subconsciously raised her head. Her eyes, wet with blood and tears, were blurry, but through the blurry blood, she could see his dark pupils.

Those eyes were dark and bright.

Like stars reflected in the darkness of the universe.

"Is this true?"

Chairman Ruan was taken aback.

Old Master Chu was also taken aback: "The young man from the Xiang family? This matter is of great importance, you mustn't be fooling around!"

Aihara leaned down, almost touching the girl's face, and looked at the scene in the spiritual microscope. He said softly, "It is indeed very clear, but I don't understand medicine and I don't quite understand what these structures mean. So... do you have paper and pen? I think I can draw it."

For a moment.

Dead silence.

(End of this chapter)