Chapter 324: I Love the Grandmaster

"Fifth Master, the warehouse is on fire!"

Ma Wu had just returned from Black Stone Slope and had slept for less than an hour when he was woken up by Zhen Jincheng.

Putting on his clothes and getting out of bed, Ma Wu said helplessly: "Those warehouses are useless; I've long wanted to tear them down, but I've always been too busy. This time, it's good; it's caused trouble!"

Huo Ling rubbed her eyes and said: "Isn't it just a fire? What's there to fear? I'll go help you put it out."

"You don't go; that's just adding to the chaos!"

Ma Wu went to the warehouse and directed everyone to put out the fire.

These warehouses were piled with quite a bit of broken tarpaulin, so it was really hard to put out once it caught fire. Everyone was busy in a mess. Ma Wu was very anxious, fearing that Xiaoyao Wu would be burned, when suddenly he saw a middle-aged man walk to his side and say: "Tell Li Qi to go to Yue Lai Building at 7:00 PM tomorrow night to find me. If you go late, you'll lose your life."

"Who are you?" Ma Wu was startled. Turning his face to look again, the middle-aged man had already disappeared.

What did he mean by that just now?

The fire grew larger and larger. Ma Wu couldn't care about the middle-aged man and continued to put out the fire.

At dawn, the fire was successfully extinguished, and half the warehouse had burned down.

The exhausted Ma Wu lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Once he lay down, Ma Wu couldn't get up again.

First, his whole body felt cold, shivering into a ball.

Then his whole body felt hot, so hot that even Huo Ling felt it burning to the touch.

"This is being sick from exhaustion. Quick, call a doctor!"

Li Banfeng hid in his Suishenju until noon.

Tu Yinghong's visit this time was truly with the determination of life or death.

Did she really have such deep feelings for Ling Miaoying?

Was there some other reason for this?

Winning this battle relied entirely on thorough preparation beforehand.

But after winning, Li Banfeng sensed danger again.

What was the reason for this?

This meant Tu Yinghong had brought help.

But since she had help, why didn't she act sooner?

Would this helper be detrimental to Xiaoyao Wu?

Xiaoyao Wu had Zuo Wugang, Huo Ling, and many experts looking after it, but Li Banfeng still couldn't rest easy. He ate something hastily and returned to Xiaoyao Wu.

Just as he entered the door, he saw Zuo Wugang anxious, shouting for people everywhere.

"What happened?"

Zuo Wugang panicked: "Seventh Master, you're finally back. Fifth Master is not doing well!"

"What do you mean not doing well?"

"The warehouse caught fire last night. Fifth Master led us to put it out. He must have been exhausted; he lay on the bed and couldn't get up!"

Li Banfeng hurried to see Ma Wu.

Seeing Li Banfeng, Ma Wu's consciousness cleared a bit.

He remembered what the middle-aged man said last night.

Tell Li Qi to go to Yue Lai Building at 7:00 PM tomorrow night to find me. If you go late, you'll lose your life.

"Old Seven," Ma Wu gripped Li Banfeng's arm tightly, "I, I last night..."

Panting for a long while, Ma Wu didn't continue.

He couldn't say it.

That person told Old Seven to go to Yue Lai Building.

There must be an ambush at Yue Lai Building.

If Old Seven goes, something will definitely happen.

He can't let him go; going will cost him his life.

Ma Wu shook his head and closed his eyes.

Li Banfeng touched Ma Wu's forehead and turned to shout at everyone: "Where is the doctor? Call the doctor!"

Zuo Wugang said: "More than a dozen doctors have been called to see him, but it's no use!"

"Invite a famous doctor! Invite the best doctor!"

Zuo Wugang didn't speak; the ones he invited were all famous doctors.

"Go look again, quick, invite all the doctors in the city!"

Cao Zhida ran into the bedroom in small steps: "Seventh Master, there is a newly opened hospital in the city. It is said they have some skills and specialize in difficult and miscellaneous diseases."

"What are you still standing there for? Go invite them!"

"I went, but their hospital has too much airs; they don't do house calls!"

Zuo Wugang said: "Prepare the carriage; we'll send Fifth Master there."

"What the hell are you preparing a carriage for!"

Li Banfeng asked for the address, carried Ma Wu on his back, and rushed out of Xiaoyao Wu.

Walking on the road, Ma Wu panted: "Old Seven, I was already a person who should have died. I should have died in Blue Poplar Village long ago.

Being able to live until today is thanks to your blessing. I've had enough."

"What do you mean you've had enough? Where are we even at?"

"Old Seven, put me down. This illness might be contagious."

"Stop talking nonsense, close your eyes and rest for a while."

"Old Seven, our family assets are all entrusted to you. You can't just let go and ignore them. This is our heart's blood..."

"The hospital is here, we're almost there!"

Li Banfeng rushed into the hospital. This hospital had a very special name: "Boundless."

The hospital was not big, and there were many patients. Li Banfeng carried Ma Wu and rushed toward the ward. The nurse on duty stepped forward to stop him: "What are you doing? Register first to see a doctor!"

"This is an emergency."

"Even emergencies have to register."

"Trouble you to see the patient first; I'll go register!"

The nurse looked at Ma Wu and said: "Is this person still alive? I don't think there's any need to register."

Li Banfeng raised his head to look at the nurse and asked: "What did you just say?"

The nurse trembled with fear, and a man walked over from behind.

The nurse hurried to hide behind the man and pointed at Li Banfeng: "Dean, this person is here to cause trouble."

This man, called the Dean, wore a white cap and a mask, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Li Banfeng said: "You are the Dean? Trouble you to see the patient first; I'll go register right now."

"Li Qi?" The Dean pulled down his mask.

Li Banfeng was startled; he knew this person.

"Cui Ti? You are the Dean here?"

The foreigner Cui Ti, a Disease Cultivator.

Ever since they parted ways at Sea-Eating Ridge, the two hadn't met again.

Cui Ti nodded and said: "This is the hospital I opened. I have put all my career into Puluo Continent. I love Puluo Continent."

Whether he loved Puluo Continent or not, Li Banfeng didn't know.

A Disease Cultivator opening a hospital was a bit outrageous.

Could this hospital work?

Cui Ti looked at Ma Wu and instructed the nurse to prepare for emergency treatment immediately.

Li Banfeng sent Ma Wu to the emergency room, and Cui Ti said: "Please wait outside."

Li Banfeng hurried away from the clinic. The nurse was just about to help Cui Ti prepare the equipment when she heard Cui Ti say: "You go out too."

"Me?"

"Go out!"

The nurse left the emergency room with her head down, trying her best to avoid Li Banfeng, and walked through the corridor dejectedly.

Only Ma Wu and Cui Ti remained in the emergency room.

Cui Ti stared at Ma Wu for a moment, nodded, and said: "The taste of the same sect is just different."

Half an hour later, Cui Ti walked out of the emergency room and nodded at Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng entered the emergency room and saw Ma Wu lying peacefully on the bed. His fever had subsided, his breathing was very steady, and he was sleeping very soundly.

Cui Ti said: "Let your friend rest here for a while; he can be discharged tomorrow."

Li Banfeng never let people do things for nothing: "What kind of reward should I give you?"

Cui Ti smiled: "Publicly, this is a hospital; treating illnesses and saving people is my duty. Privately, you helped me at Sea-Eating Ridge, so it is only right that I help you."

Cui Ti had people send Ma Wu to a ward, and Li Banfeng took care of him from the side.

Who was it that attacked Ma Wu?

Judging from the time, it definitely had something to do with Tu Yinghong.

He could make Ma Wu sick, and others couldn't cure it; only Cui Ti could cure it. It seems this person is also a Disease Cultivator.

Wan Jinxian booked Yue Lai Building, just waiting for Li Qi to deliver himself.

Waiting until 7:00 PM, Li Qi didn't come, so Wan Jinxian contacted the spy at Xiaoyao Wu.

He sent Ma Wu to the hospital.

What's the use of that?

Which hospital can cure him?

Wan Jinxian waited for another half hour, but still didn't see Li Qi.

He became suspicious and decided to go to the hospital to take a look.

Boundless Hospital—he really hadn't heard of this hospital before. Wan Jinxian entered the lobby and asked the nurse on duty: "Which ward is Ma Junyang in?"

The nurse looked at Wan Jinxian and said: "What are you looking for Ma Junyang for? It's not visiting hours now."

Wan Jinxian said with a gentle expression: "I am his uncle. I heard my nephew was sick and rushed here from far away. Just let me take a look from outside the door."

"Can't you understand human speech? Rules are rules. Why do you have so many things to say? Get out..." The nurse clutched her chest, suddenly feeling she couldn't catch her breath.

Wan Jinxian smiled: "I'll ask you one more time, which ward is Ma Junyang in?"

The nurse pointed to Ward 6, tears in her eyes, begging Wan Jinxian to let her go.

"Girl, in your next life, learn how to speak human language properly."

The nurse clutched her throat, and a few seconds later, she stopped breathing.

Wan Jinxian walked to the corridor, heading toward Ward 6.

The Silk Earring heard the movement, and Li Banfeng prepared for a fight.

Wan Jinxian had only taken two steps when he suddenly heard someone behind him say: "What are you looking for Ma Junyang for?"

Wan Jinxian turned his head and saw a man with blonde hair and blue eyes standing not far away.

A foreigner?

Wan Jinxian said: "I'm here to visit my nephew."

"Visiting hours are over; come back tomorrow."

Wan Jinxian was silent for a moment, then revealed a smile: "Why bother? Today is a good day; originally I didn't want to kill more people."

Cui Ti walked up to Wan Jinxian and asked very seriously: "What do you mean by that?"

Wan Jinxian's eyelid twitched, and Cui Ti suddenly felt his nose itching.

He pulled down his mask, twitching his nose, wanting to sneeze, but couldn't help it even if he wanted to.

Wan Jinxian smiled: "Just a sneeze, no need to hold it back; it's so satisfying to let it out."

Cui Ti suddenly took a deep breath, and Wan Jinxian waited to see his eyeballs pop out.

Achoo!

After one sneeze, Cui Ti's eyeballs were still in their sockets.

Wan Jinxian was stunned; he touched his cheek.

His own face was covered in blood.

Not Cui Ti's blood, but his own blood.

This sneeze from Cui Ti had opened a gap on Wan Jinxian's face.

Wan Jinxian looked at Cui Ti in surprise.

Cui Ti stuck out his tongue, and a mass of pitch-black, sticky "paste" was wriggling on his tongue.

"This is the disease focus you planted, right?" Cui Ti swallowed the sticky substance. "Very fresh and delicious. The last time I tasted such a fresh and delicious taste was a year ago!"

"You are of the same sect? Impossible..." Wan Jinxian was startled, then wiped a little of the blood off his face and flicked it at Cui Ti.

There really is another Disease Cultivator living in this world?

Wan Jinxian suddenly remembered a person, someone who had secretly harmed He Haiqin.

At that time, Wan Jinxian had suspected it was the work of someone from the same sect, but even if there really was someone from the same sect, it shouldn't be a foreigner!

Cui Ti began to cough violently; he had been infected with Wan Jinxian's disease focus again.

Wan Jinxian wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack, but Cui Ti suddenly spat out a hard glob of phlegm, hitting Wan Jinxian's left shoulder.

This glob of phlegm pierced through Wan Jinxian's skin and flesh, embedding itself in his scapula.

Wan Jinxian clutched his shoulder and retreated repeatedly. He used the disease focus again to make Cui Ti fall into a high fever.

Cui Ti burned until his whole body was bright red, like a branding iron.

This instead made Wan Jinxian unable to get close to Cui Ti.

Cui Ti rubbed his chest and let out a satisfied burp.

The burp carried flames, directly setting Wan Jinxian's clothes on fire.

Wan Jinxian was a bit panicked.

The two had different combat philosophies; Cui Ti's combat method made Wan Jinxian unable to understand.

Wan Jinxian tried to use illness to make Cui Ti fall into an unfavorable situation and then solve Cui Ti in one blow. This was also the correct combat method for a Disease Cultivator; Wan Jinxian's master had taught him this way.

But Cui Ti was utilizing his own unfavorable situation.

Wan Jinxian didn't dare to act easily; every time he planted a disease focus for Cui Ti, it seemed like he was helping the enemy.

What other illness could restrict him?

"What sect are you exactly?" Wan Jinxian prepared a killing move; this required some time.

Cui Ti smiled: "You still can't see my sect? Senior Brother, I've made it so obvious."

Wan Jinxian shook his head: "My sect has no senior or junior brothers; we are all lone seedlings. If I didn't kill my master, I wouldn't even be able to finish my apprenticeship.

Where did you pop out from? You'd better tell me the truth. This is Green Water City, the territory of my grandmaster. You impersonating a disciple of my sect is disrespectful to the grandmaster. Be careful of dying without a whole corpse!"

Cui Ti shook his head: "I am very respectful to the grandmaster; this isn't something to be said with the mouth."

After saying this, Cui Ti unbuttoned his collar.

On his chest, five large characters were tattooed—"I Love the Grandmaster."

The opportunity had arrived!

Wan Jinxian suddenly arrived in front of Cui Ti; he was very good at martial arts, better than Cui Ti.

What he had to do now was to use his fingernails to scratch Cui Ti's body.

As long as the wound saw blood, Cui Ti would be infected with the disease focus, his whole body would go numb, he would lose his ability to act in a short time, and he might even lose his life.

This foreigner could not be left in this world.

Disease Cultivators could not tolerate those of the same sect.

Wan Jinxian succeeded; his fingernails scratched Cui Ti's skin.

Cui Ti's skin broke, but it didn't see blood.

Green pus splashed out, splashing onto Wan Jinxian's face.

Wan Jinxian felt a numb itch on his face, and green blisters grew out of his face.

Cui Ti looked at Wan Jinxian and said seriously: "I love the grandmaster, I love him from the bottom of my heart. What about you?"

PS: Why can't Disease Cultivators tolerate those of the same sect?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 325 =====