Chapter 101: Yin-Yang Reversal

The boy's originally lifeless body suddenly began to tremble violently, the muscles on his face twisted, and his throat emitted a hoarse, inhuman howl.

That evil qi seemed to be thoroughly enraged, frenziedly lashing out, fiercely opposing and colliding with the pure yang power within Zhang Jun!

Lin Xue stood not far away, her heart leapt up to her throat.

She felt that the blue crystal on her neck was a bit off—not its usual chill, but a warmth radiating toward Zhang Jun's direction.

Her heart jumped, and she crept closer to Zhang Jun step by step.

The evil qi on the boy grew ever more violent; Zhang Jun felt his pure yang power draining rapidly, the pressure mounting.

The air grew so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

In the hall of the Hall of Hundred Herbs, everyone's breathing unconsciously softened, all attention fixed on that sickbed.

The dark red symbol on the boy's chest, under the heat pouring from Zhang Jun's palm, blazed blindingly, its color shifting from dark red to an ominous bright red; an invisible pressure spread out, making people feel a heaviness in their chests.

Zhang Jun's brow tightened, beads of sweat rolled down and hit the ground.

His pure yang power surged in like a flood released from a gate, but that evil qi was like a bottomless pit, devouring everything without even an echo.

This feeling—damn, it's too familiar.

The yin‑cold thing in that ghost cave on Snow Mountain, and this one, are practically cast from the same mold—just weaker in strength.

"Heh, is this about to give out?"

Zhou Mu stood to the side with arms crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips, just waiting to see Zhang Jun make a fool of himself.

He had already figured it out—this final patient was a death charm prepared for Zhang Jun.

"Watching the show? This kid's suffering, yet you're enjoying it." Mo Tianhe's voice sounded coldly beside Zhou Mu, carrying a chill.

Zhou Mu's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm: "Old Mo, in this medical contest we each rely on our own skill—I'm merely…"

Mo Tianhe lightly tapped his black sandalwood cane, cutting him off: "Don't feed me that nonsense, old man. This 'Blood Seal Curse' on the boy—did you lot from the Hall of Hundred Herbs cook it up?"

Zhou Mu's face twitched slightly, but he held his ground: "Where does Old Mo get that? This boy came seeking treatment on his own; it has nothing to do with the Hall of Hundred Herbs."

Just then, Zhang Jun's body swayed before the sickbed, and he let out a stifled groan.

A more violent yin‑cold current erupted from the boy's body, surging straight at Zhang Jun's face.

The invisible pure yang vigor collided with it, sending ripples through the air, warping and distorting it.

In the crowd, Lin Xue had somehow moved up close without anyone noticing.

The blue crystal on her neck burned hot, no longer the familiar chill but radiating warmth straight toward Zhang Jun.

"Hold on…" Lin Xue murmured inwardly, her fingers touching the crystal.

Zhang Jun gritted his teeth, his molars threatening to crack.

His true qi was nearly exhausted, yet he could not retreat.

If he stepped back, he would not only lose the contest, but the boy would be utterly ruined, becoming a nest for that evil qi.

Pure yang power and evil qi clashed wildly, yet Zhang Jun's perception became unusually clear at this moment.

He "saw" that, between the boy's heart and spine, lay a seed‑sized, ink‑black speck the size of a fingernail, pulsing and spewing forth yin‑poisoned cold.

That thing was practically alive! It devoured the boy's vitality and spread evil.

"Evil Seed…"

A buzz rang in Zhang Jun's head—Su Zhenhai's internal yin poison, the black‑clad man's sinister tactics in the abandoned factory…

It all clicked together!

Damn, the root is right here!

"Got you!"

Zhang Jun hardened his heart, holding nothing back; he pressed all his remaining pure yang power into his palm and lunged fiercely at the evil seed's location.

"Ah——!"

The boy's body arched violently, emitting an inhuman wail as his hands clawed wildly at his chest, as if trying to dig out the burning pain.

Several nearby medics tried to press him down, but an invisible force flung them aside.

"Stop! Do you want to kill him?" Zhou Mu could no longer pretend, shouting loudly as he moved to grab Zhang Jun.

Mo Tianhe's cane was faster, sweeping horizontally across his chest: "Young Zhou, what's there to panic about?"

Lin Xue had already reached the bedside.

She hesitated not at all, pressing her palm against Zhang Jun's back.

The moment the blue crystal touched Zhang Jun's skin, an anomaly erupted——

The crystal burst forth with blinding blue light; the profound yin power within Lin Xue surged down her arm, colliding with Zhang Jun's pure yang power, yet strangely merging!

"Hum——!"

The crowd cried out and fell back.

The fused power surged forth with an unprecedented undulation—one cold, one hot, one yin, one yang—intertwining, reinforcing each other, forming a subtle yet mighty cycle.

Zhang Jun felt a mighty surge pour in from his back; his dantian, which had been on the verge of drying up, instantly filled, his pure yang power not only not depleted but becoming more condensed and stronger!

He immediately changed tactics, no longer meeting force with force, but using this newly born energy—yin and yang fused—to carefully envelop the evil seed and begin slowly "refining" it.

The spectators below were utterly dumbfounded.

They could only see Zhang Jun and Lin Xue standing side by side before the bed, the air around them visibly warping; the boy on the bed twitched at times, lay still at others, and the blood seal on his chest flickered unpredictably.

"What… what kind of method is this?"

"Unbelievable—can you even treat illness like this?"

"That girl… she's no ordinary person!"

The elders on the judging panel were even more excited; a white‑haired old man even sprang to his feet, staring intently at the scene, his face mixed with shock and delight.

Zhou Mu's face turned ashen, his knuckles whitening as he clenched them.

He had reckoned every possibility, yet he never expected Lin Xue to also possess a special constitution, nor that these two utterly opposing forces could actually fuse together!

All over!

He had originally wanted to use this match to probe the details of Zhang Jun's Pure Yang body, but now it backfired—he ended up exposing himself instead.

Under everyone's gaze, the blood symbol on the youth's chest began to fade, from bright red receding to dark red, finally like ink dissolving in water, completely disappearing.

At the same time, a wisp of dark qi sprayed from the youth's mouth, twisted in the air, and turned into nothingness.

The youth's breathing grew steady, and his ashen complexion gradually regained color.

His eyelids twitched, he slowly opened them, looking blankly around: "I... where am I?"

Zhang Jun let out a long breath of foul air, his face deathly pale, yet a weary smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "It's fine, we're safe."

Lin Xue silently withdrew her hand, the blue crystal's light dimmed, returning to its ordinary appearance.

She stepped back a few paces, remerged into the crowd, her movements natural as if she had never appeared.

After the silence came thunderous applause and cheers!

On the judges' bench, the seven elders showed no hesitation, in unison raising the red flag signifying Zhang Jun's victory!