Chapter 182: The Divine Doctor's Doom: A Deadly Situation Emerges

At night, Qin Yu's clothes were soaked by dirty black liquid.

His whole body felt sticky.

But… at this moment, his qi and blood seemed about to surge out, extremely abundant.

"The sixty-four bones of the upper limbs have all been tempered; breaking through to second-grade martial artist in one go, his qi and blood should have reached fifteen hundred calories…"

Qin Yu guessed that the previous breakthrough had caused a big commotion; the bed he sat cross-legged on had already split, unable to withstand the impact of his qi and blood.

Fortunately, he used a small concealment formation; otherwise… there would be big trouble.

After all, breaking through now and openly revealing it are two different concepts.

Breaking through now indicates that your current limit is second-grade martial artist; you broke through to third-grade during the college entrance exam, and this short time span will arouse the envy of many.

Even a martial saint-level genius couldn't improve this fast; cultivation is as easy as drinking water.

But… for me, this is just repeating the process; simply tempering bones with qi and blood, I had just gone through it a month ago in Cangyuan Jie.

Furthermore… this time I have enough blood qi pills, stuffing them into my mouth as if they were free.

I have had no side effects so far; later I can use spiritual energy to eliminate the pill toxins.

Qin Yu simply tallied the consumed resources; he used about thirty blood qi pills.

Washing Tendons and Purifying Marrow consumed a hundred strands of spiritual energy.

Then Qin Yu simply went to wash himself.

But… the impurities on his body gave off a stench that reached the heavens, exaggerated beyond compare.

Several days later… even the workers cleaning the sewers almost fainted from the smell.

Qin Yu stood in the bathroom, looking at his reflection in the mirror; his muscle texture was distinct, his skin turned pure white, immaculate, like a child's.

Even his height increased by three or four centimeters.

He looked quite extraordinary, bearing an otherworldly aura, as if floating beyond the mundane.

After the doctor's examination tomorrow, he needs to go to school; this might be his last leisurely time in life, and Qin Yu wants to cherish it.

Of course, this is also because his flesh cannot endure continuous tempering and breakthroughs; otherwise Qin Yu would surely stay home twenty-four hours a day.

Now his flesh is relatively frail, unable to withstand strong stimulation and intense impact; continued cultivation would be counterproductive, damaging his foundation.

Better to relax for two days.

With proper relaxation, he should strive to reach fourth-grade martial artist before the college entrance exam; suppressing Sichuan Province would pose no difficulty.

Last year's provincial top scorer in the college entrance exam was only at late second-grade.

As long as one reaches second-grade, they can enter the top hundred.

He can simply rely on his realm to overwhelm the opposition.

"Next, first refine some spiritual energy, prepare some offensive means; then… even if he encounters an assassination, he will have the ability to counterattack."

Qin Yu's gaze gradually turned cold; his strength was too weak, and he needed to prepare some backup plans.

Storing five hundred strands of spiritual energy allows him to mobilize some means from Cangyuan Jie.

Sword Control.

Launching hidden weapons, killing from a hundred meters away—these are all achievable.

Even… he can activate a thread of the Heaven-Burning Art.

True Fire manifests, scorching everything.

Having thought this through, Qin Yu returned to his room and began to employ the Spirit Refining Art.

Time trickled by; a whole night passed, and Qin Yu refined a full two hundred spiritual herbs, converting them into four thousand strands of spiritual energy.

Outside the window, a milky-white light showered down, and the eastern sun rose.

Qin Yu entered a meditative state, beginning to restore his essence, energy, and spirit.

But at this very moment, opposite Qin Yu's building, several youths were present, all dressed in upscale attire, either rich or noble.

They all reeked of alcohol, sported dark circles under their eyes, yet stood nervously to the side, extremely respectful; on the living-room sofa were several girls in disheveled clothing, wearing miniskirts, JK student uniforms, and so on.

Their snow-white thighs were exposed to the air.

Their pretty faces flushed, their expressions swayed, and their autumnal eyes glimmered.

Here… are the top scions of Sichuan Province.

This is also their chance to rise to prominence in a single step.

At the center was none other than the young master of the Dian Clan, Dian Qin.

As heirs of the Four Great Families of Magic City, top-tier aristocrats, they are naturally not just spendthrifts who squander their days in revelry.

Upon realizing their mistake, they immediately rushed to Sichuan, made arrangements, prepared backup plans, and so on.

If it were merely a matter of killing Qin Yu in the college entrance exam, that would naturally be the simplest thing.

But… as the family heir, he naturally must consider many things; first, he must create a rift between Qin Yu and the upper echelons of Great Xia.

He lit a cigarette, his expression stern, and said: "Has the news come from over there? Are you people of Sichuan Province really this inefficient in handling affairs?"

"Young Master Dian, rest assured, everything is ready; next… as soon as that Divine Doctor Miraculous Hands enters Qin Yu's home, he will fall ill."

"Among the Four Great Medical Sects of Great Xia, only the upper echelons of Great Xia can be summoned."

"But… Young Master Dian, really won't be discovered? Old Master Yan stands behind countless experts; if we are found out, over half of the clan will perish in turmoil."

Some scions of Sichuan Province's aristocratic families asked questions, feeling fearful.

Dealing with Qin Yu, in their view, is nothing; even if he were the son of a grand master… but… their clan possesses the ability to withstand risk, and during this period, Qin Yu lay sick in bed while the internet kept hyping him up.

This left them somewhat displeased.

An eighteen-year-old martial artist, you've hyped him up to be a martial saint-level genius?

Then we, who are peak first-grade and second-grade realm, could we possibly become stronger than a martial saint in the future?

So, whenever Dian Qin needs help, everyone is willing to lend a hand, of course… after also obtaining the family's consent.

This is picking a side.

Although they are still young, they also understand the stakes involved.

After receiving the family's tacit approval.

Everyone clenched their fists and rubbed their palms.

But... the Yan Lao they are targeting now has, over the years, treated nearly one‑fifth of Great Xia's high‑ranking officials, and many high‑level martial artists owe him favors.

If this matter gets out, it will cause a major upheaval.

Their families behind them cannot protect them.

So they are somewhat afraid.

"What's there to fear? If anything happens, I'll take responsibility."

"This is a new airborne virus developed by my Dian Family; if one is elderly, with weakened organs, or suffers from asthma and similar conditions, inhaling just a few strands will cause sudden death the next day—such as cerebral hemorrhage—with varying symptoms of death."

"Those without such conditions will basically be fine."

"Yan Lao's villa district isn't something ordinary people can afford; in that area, only a dozen or so households exist, and only Yan Lao matches the criteria."

"What's there to fear? Just death or an accident."

A hint of ruthlessness flashed deep in Dian Qin's eyes.

"If he dies, he dies; after all, this miraculous doctor isn't even our Dian Family's."

"Even if he were our Dian Family's, what's the harm in sacrificing him?"

"High… truly high!"

"A prominent figure in the medical field, dying so coincidentally in Qin Yu's home, with many high‑ranking officials indebted to him—then… even if he is Qin Shangwu's son, he will still be suspected."

"Or put another way, even if everyone knows this is a frame‑up, they will still blame Qin Yu in their hearts; if not for Madame Qin Shangwu's request, Yan Lao wouldn't have come forward."

Everyone is not foolish; they grasp the situation instantly and understand the stakes.

Moreover, a divine doctor with whom one has ties is surely the most trustworthy when one is critically ill.

In their hearts, they will to some extent blame Qin Yu.

Dian Qin gave a slight nod: "Hmm, after making a few more preparations these two days, you'll be able to kill Qin Yu in the college entrance exam."

"I will mobilize a billion resources to help you break through; how far you can go depends entirely on yourselves."

"Moreover, as long as you follow me, I will secretly fund all your needs thereafter, to vie for positions within the family!"

This time, Dian Qin is not merely trying to kill Qin Yu.

He wants to borrow the resources given by the family.

To develop his own strength.

After all… his own brother has been eyeing him covetously.

"Thank you, Young Master Dian!"

"I am willing to serve Young Master Dian, to go through fire and water!"

The young masters' eyes flashed with fervent light as they voiced their loyalty.

Isn't that exactly what they are after?

What they want is the resources of the Dian Family in Magic City!

But… the girls, all dolled up and standing nearby, now turned pale; what they heard was… kill the four great medical sects, Yan Lao!

Despite trying to stay calm, the inner panic made a girl in a body‑con skirt with a model's figure tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Dian Qin said: "Handle it yourselves—erase their memories, deal with them later, to avoid a soul search."

"Good!" a Wu‑surname youth solemnly nodded, waved his hand, and an old man appeared, drifting forth like a walking corpse, energy surging in his palms—this was mental power.

Sealing the memories only requires a sixth‑grade golden body.

Becoming a martial artist, if one's strength is sufficient, one can overturn everything.

This… still has the high‑ranking officials of Great Xia pressing down.

"Young Master Dian, they've arrived!"

Just then, a lanky boy shouted in a low voice.

The gazes of the many young masters turned entirely to outside the compound, where two elderly men in plain Daoist robes stepped down from an armored business vehicle, their heads full of white hair yet their spirits vibrant and their minds full.

Seeing this, Dian Qin directly pulled the curtains shut: "We can leave now."

Now… we need to prepare an alibi.

A smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Subjugating several heirs of the West River clans, then remotely controlling them and, incidentally, eliminating Qin Yu—these matters… everything is proceeding according to plan.