Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

The Holy City Guards, armed and tense, maintained order, their eyes filled with unease.

Feng Jin's gaze swept over the patients, her mood growing even heavier.

The symptoms of the poisoning were far more bizarre and terrifying than those she had treated before.

The most obvious example is the skin.

Many patients no longer have ordinary bluish-purple or red patches on their exposed skin, but rather patches that are oily green or dark purple.

"how so……"

These patches move and spread slowly under the skin like living things.

In some areas, the skin has begun to ulcerate, oozing thick pus.

The pus was not yellowish-white, but rather had a strange fluorescent green or a murky dark brown color.

Their pupils were even stranger, their eyeballs covered with spiderweb-like scarlet blood vessels.

The blood vessels weren't bright red, but rather dark and black, as if what flowed in their veins wasn't blood, but filth.

Some people who are more severely poisoned are experiencing uncontrollable and violent convulsions, with their limbs bending and twisting at angles beyond human limits, and their bones emitting a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.

“This…” Feng Jin stood there, stunned. She seemed to have seen this before, but she couldn’t remember.

I pondered for a long time before coming up with the answer.

Black Tide Monster!

These poisoned patients carried the aura of the Black Tide.

Their muscles were sometimes as taut as iron, and sometimes as relaxed as mud, as if they were being manipulated by invisible threads.

Between spasms, they collapsed to the ground, their chests rising and falling weakly, a testament to the remnants of life.

"Miss Feng Jin, you've finally arrived!" The doctor from the dimly lit courtyard, who was in charge of taking care of her, greeted her with a tired expression.

Her voice was choked with sobs:

"This...this is completely different from what we've encountered before. Ordinary antidotes and herbs...are completely useless, and their symptoms are still worsening!"

Feng Jin suppressed her shock.

She took a deep breath and gave a reassuring smile:

"You've done enough. Leave this to me."

Feng Jin spoke softly, gripping the priest's staff tightly with both hands, and a soft rainbow light slowly shone in front of her.

The light enveloped all the injured people around them, drawing their attention.

"O grace of the sky, dispel the filth..." she shouted, and twirled her staff.

Warm and vibrant rainbow light poured out like flowing water, gently enveloping everyone who was convulsing in pain.

Wherever the light touched, the wriggling, spreading oily green and dark purple patches on the skin seemed to have met their nemesis, emitting a faint "sizzling" sound, and began to fade and disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Some people with severe symptoms gradually calmed down from their violent convulsions and fell into a peaceful slumber.

"As expected of Lady Feng Jin, a divine physician!" The guards and physicians around cheered excitedly upon seeing this miraculous effect.

The severity of these symptoms caused them a deep sense of unease.

But with the blessing of Feng Jin's divine power, all the pain vanished.

"Awesome, absolutely awesome!" one patient exclaimed excitedly, quickly standing up, stretching his arms and legs.

"I thought it was really a curse. I almost believed that missionary's nonsense and started denouncing the Golden Descendants!"

"?" Feng Jin looked at the man strangely. "What missionary?"

Chapter 1482 They should have been killed!

The patient rubbed his still-numb arm, gestured with his lip towards another direction in the market, his face showing a mixture of lingering fear and disdain:

"Look, over there."

“When we were feeling so bad we were about to die, there was an old guy dressed like a crow who was muttering something in the crowd.”

"They said things like, 'This isn't some kind of illness, it's clearly divine punishment sent down by the heavens because of the Golden Descendants' arrogance!' They even said that we ordinary people shouldn't get close to the Golden Descendants, lest we be tainted by bad luck..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jin's gaze had already turned to the direction he was pointing.

In a relatively open corner of the market area, near a dilapidated stone wall, a small group of people gathered.

Most of them looked terrified and had hesitant eyes, clearly indicating that they had just experienced the torment of poisoning or were worried about contracting it.

And among them stood a figure.

The man was wearing a loose, unadorned, jet-black robe with the hood pulled down high, obscuring most of his face, revealing only a hard-lined, unusually pale jaw and thin, bloodless lips.

He wasn't tall, and was even somewhat hunched over, but standing there, he seemed like a magnet drawn to light amidst the noise, radiating an incongruous calm and coldness.

"The Cleaners?" Feng Jin asked in surprise.

Aside from Katniss and her group of opponents, Feng Jin really couldn't think of anyone else who would dare to slander the Golden Clan at a time like this.

When this senior elder was seriously injured, the physician of the Dim Light Courtyard treated her in an attempt to extract more information from her.

But unexpectedly, this evil fellow got away.

Feng Jin and the man in black robes met eyes.

"Sir over there...who exactly are you?!" Feng Jin shouted.

"Spreading rumors about the Golden Clan will discourage the heroes."

Seeing that Feng Jin had noticed his presence, the man in black robes crossed his arms and spoke calmly.

It was a hoarse, dry voice, like sandpaper rubbing against rock, with an undeniable tone:

"Sons of man...look at your skin. Look at the writhing patches, the festering pus...is this ordinary poison?"

"No! This is a curse from the defiled heavens! It is those beings who call themselves the Golden Descendants who attempted to control the celestial phenomena and defy the laws of nature, thus bringing about this catastrophic disaster!"

His words were like a chilling poison, seeping into the hearts of those already fearful and uneasy people.

Some people subconsciously touched their skin, which had just been healed by Feng Jin and still bore faint red marks. The gratitude in their eyes faded, replaced by doubt and fear.

Seeing this, Feng Jin's heart skipped a beat.

They are inciting the public again...

Just as Yan Huan said, these people should have been eradicated as soon as possible.

The situation had just begun to ease when the opposition in the Senate resurfaced.

Feng Jin's eloquence was not very good. When debating with these shrewd and experienced elders, she could not gain any advantage and might even fall into their trap.

"Guards, I'm counting on you." She looked at the guards beside her and made her decision immediately.

The opposition's ability to sophistry was so strong that even Lord Aglaia and Bai'er were outmatched.

Feng Jin didn't think she could debate with them and win the support of the citizens in front of everyone.

"Understood, Miss Feng Jin, leave it to us. You must speak as little as possible... don't fall into their trap!"

The Holy City Guardians had dealt with them many times and naturally understood their methods.

In such situations, the best solution is to use force to shut them up.

"Tsk, why aren't you guys playing by the rules?!"

Seeing that Feng Jin had immediately ordered her guards to surround him, the man in black robes was stunned.

This young girl, according to the information, should be the kindest person among the Golden Descendants, so how can she act so domineeringly!

In this situation, it's too late to escape.

He feigned composure and said disdainfully to the guards who rushed towards him:

"You can silence us, but can you lessen the suffering of the citizens?!"

"The Journey to the Fire is a complete scam. Look... now all twelve Fire Seeds have gathered in Ohm, but the Black Tide is still lurking outside!"

"And this sudden illness is clearly a true reflection of the wrong path!"

"The Golden Descendants can be reborn, but it's us ordinary people who suffer! We struggle and suffer, becoming their stepping stones. Is that really right?!"

"Shut up, gag him!" The guards forcibly pressed the man in black down, pulled off his hood, and revealed his true face.

"Hmph, as expected of you...Kenneth's lackeys!" The burly guard revealed a look of disdain.

"We haven't avenged Lady Aglaia's murder yet! If you have anything to say, save it for the prison!"

Just as several guards were leading Katniss's men away, someone suddenly stepped forward and asked the prisoners:

"Golden Descendants..."

The woman holding her child sobbed softly.

"Did they...did they really bring us bad luck? My child just now too..."

"Shut up!" a burly man who had just been healed by Feng Jin shouted angrily, but his voice was clearly weak. "It was Lady Feng Jin who saved us!"

Upon hearing this, the black-robed missionary who was being taken away was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

Citizens are not of the Golden Family; they will never think from the perspective of the Golden Family.

By simply emphasizing the difference between heroes and ordinary people, they can be easily divided.

“A temporary relief is nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst!” Another man in black robes jumped out.

He stood on higher ground and, seizing the moment amidst the guards' pursuit, shouted:

"The power of the Golden Blood is itself the root of all calamity!"

“Every time they use their divine power, they deepen the wounds of this land and accumulate the wrath of the heavens!”

"You think healing is a blessing? No, it's a mark! A mark of the next curse!"

He slightly raised a hand hidden under his black robe; the hand was also pale and bloodless, with thin, slender fingers.

His fingertips pointed to the sky, to the bright, sunny heavens, and his voice suddenly rose, carrying a fanatical, prophetic tone: