Chapter 391: Treatment

"The master of the Door Sect?"

Ye Lingxin heard this answer and couldn't help but be startled: "You're the leader of the Cult of the Evil God, the one who's been in hiding since the Moon God incident?"

She held high status and knew the intelligence on the Three Pillars; naturally, she was aware of how seriously the Federation took the Door Sect, deploying numerous spies and constant surveillance.

Yet… that master of the Door Sect had vanished as if erased, even causing doubt over whether he truly existed.

But today's encounter made Ye Lingxin realize: this master of the Door Sect not only existed—he was terrifying, far surpassing his predecessor!

Merely touching his soul force, hers felt seared.

"You came… here… to do what?"

Ye Lingxin tried to escape the illusion and call the Federation for aid—within 0. seconds, the Federation would respond…

But unfortunately, she was trapped inside the illusion, unable even to break free voluntarily.

"There are many ignorant lambs here. I've come to take my Lord's followers…"

Fang Xing's figure had appeared in the dean's office without warning, gazing at Xu Sanyang, deeply asleep: "This lamb is the fattest…"

"No!"

Seeing this, tears streamed down Ye Lingxin's eyes, but she could do nothing—only stare helplessly as Fang Xing gently extended one finger and pressed it to Xu Sanyang's third eye.

"The Ten Thousand Hearts technique is indeed mysterious—just a tiny mental trap, yet it trapped an eighth-jing soul specialist."

Fang Xing sighed, then directly unleashed Great Sun True Fire onto Xu Sanyang's third eye, where it surged into every part of his body.

Roaring!

Crimson flames instantly engulfed Xu Sanyang's entire body, burning away his clothes, wrapping him like a hellish red lotus.

"Physical corruption… spiritual corruption…"

Fang Xing's gaze shifted; Great Sun True Fire plunged deeper, reaching Xu Sanyang's soul.

In his mind-sea, he saw a vast, majestic gate.

The gate seemed built from countless glowing orbs, connecting all realms and worlds.

Strange streams of corruption poured endlessly from within the gate.

"If the root isn't destroyed, the corruption will keep flowing—no treatment will help. But if I destroy the root, Xu Sanyang's soul will perish with it."

Fang Xing knew well how difficult recovery from such injuries was.

Undaunted, Great Sun True Fire surged forward, enveloping the Gate of All Realms.

A strange crimson hue slowly crept up the multicolored gate, spreading, staining, and consuming it…

Then…

As Xu Sanyang's soul burned, strange, bizarre memories surfaced before Fang Xing.

"The high families of the Federation really play dirty… sending women as perks at adulthood, just to keep heirs from being seduced by any random girl?"

Fang Xing critically examined Xu Sanyang's memories, especially the women—some pure, some alluring.

They were all real, each with distinct personalities: the girl next door, the cold queen, the white moonlight—Fang Xing felt overwhelmed by their variety.

Each had her own aura, history, even independent personality—some had known Xu Sanyang since childhood, childhood sweethearts…

"It seems even chaebol heirs suffer… what's the difference between this and The Truman Show? Pre-experiencing the shattering of first love?"

Fang Xing even 'saw' Xu Sanyang's first love failing, sobbing with his head in his hands…

"Cough… when treating, delving into the soul inevitably involves soul-searching. I didn't mean to invade your privacy."

"Besides… with my mastery of the Ten Thousand Hearts technique, soul-searching won't harm you…"

Fang Xing burned Xu Sanyang's soul, restored it, then planted his own Great Sun corruption within the soul.

After all… would it make sense for a cult leader to attack, then the victim miraculously recovers?

At this moment, he had already obtained what he sought through soul-searching.

Most crucially, the results of the Xu family's investigation!

Also some less important details: insights into the Three Yang Phantasm, and experience as a 'Shaman Doctor' specialist.

"Augustus?"

"So it's truly connected to this family?"

Fang Xing's heart stirred.

The Augustus family's pride and current patriarch, Uvi Augustus, was a tenth-jing psychic—and one of the Federation's Nine Ruling Officials.

Though his ranking was low due to his psychic status and other reasons, it was still an astonishing position.

Any move against him would be tantamount to declaring war on the Federation.

Yet…

'So the master of the Door Sect has long been a Federation traitor? Then it's fine…'

Fang Xing mentally scoffed.

According to what he knew, human psychic awakening was indeed influenced by a certain extraterrestrial evil god.

But this root wasn't from the Three Pillars—Void Gate, Chaos Fire, etc. it was higher.

'Only the Dream Creator, at the Fa-Zhu realm, could alter cosmic parameters and cause psychic abilities to emerge in humanity.'

'Though I don't know why, clearly there are hidden secrets…'

As Fang Xing pondered, he turned to Ye Lingxin.

At this moment, as her tear fell onto the carpet, a girl's figure slowly emerged from the tear.

Her face resembled Ye Lingxin's, yet radiated holiness; her ten fingers clasped in prayer. Next instant!

A profound, dark soul force rose from beneath Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital, merging instantly with Ye Lingxin—her soul power surged into the ninth jing!

"Soul Control Apparatus?"

Fang Xing sneered, then glanced at the sky, wary, and vanished in a flash.

His form exploded like a dreamflower, vanishing without a trace.

The next moment, alarms of the highest crimson level blared across Blue Star.

Prevention and Control Bureau.

Gu Yun, after years of trials, had become an excellent squad leader.

Hearing the crimson alarm, her expression changed instantly: "Ninth-jing energy fluctuation?! A stranger of ninth jing?"

In the Blue Star Federation, fourth jing was the dividing line—beyond that, one was a high-tier specialist.

Eighth jing was an even greater divide.

An eighth-jing combatant, even if they defected to the evil god, could lead an entire cult.

Because eighth-jing combatants had reached a limit—within major cities, many of the Federation's high-power weapons couldn't be used; urban warfare would cause catastrophic damage.

Ninth jing was even more extreme—the Federation granted honorary titles and voluntarily bestowed power.

As for tenth-jing planet-destroyers?

They were strictly monitored—after all, they could literally detonate planets.

Even with the Federation controlling multiple star systems, it couldn't endure them blowing up several life-bearing planets daily…

The danger of ninth-jing level threats had reached the Prevention and Control Bureau's absolute limit.

"All personnel, deploy immediately—target: Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital!"

A deep, serious middle-aged man with white hair appeared in projection, issuing orders swiftly.

As the aircraft flew, more information streamed in.

Gu Yun scanned it, nodded, and turned to her squad, voice heavy: "Update: the target identifies himself as the master of the Door Sect! Ninth-jing combatant!"

At this, her squad's expressions grew even more grim—dealing with an evil god leader was no safe mission.

Many had updated their wills via AI certification before departure.

Seeing this, Gu Yun rallied them: "What are you all afraid of? Our squad—even with high-tech weapons—is only effective against seventh-jing specialists… we're definitely assigned to perimeter guard or preliminary reconnaissance—we won't actually fight a ninth-jing being!"

"Even so, even a stray leak from a ninth-jing being could kill us—especially a follower of the evil god."

A tall, muscular white man sighed, stepping closer to Gu Yun: "Captain… I heard you're connected to the new chancellor of Blue Star University—could you ask him to help reassign us…?"

Gu Yun glanced at him, face icy, said nothing.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a white light flashed past the aircraft.

A deep gash instantly appeared on the aircraft's hull.

"Huh?"

Gu Yun froze, then shouted: "All hands, prepare to parachute—what happened?!"

"The pursued master of the Door Sect just passed us by?"

Another technician, linked to the AI, shouted loudly.

"We just… passed by that terrifying being?"

Even Gu Yun felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down her forehead…

…

Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital.

Ye Lingxin felt her third eye splitting with pain.

She carried a wound, a flaw from her battlefield days.

Now, the aftereffects of activating the Soul Control Apparatus struck—her head throbbed violently, yet she forced herself to stay upright.

At that moment, a strong hand steadied her: "Doctor Ye, are you alright?"

Ye Lingxin startled—then saw Xu Sanyang standing up.

He still had a messy bird's nest of hair, but his deep dark circles and puffy eyelids had vanished completely.

"San Yang… no, this isn't your waking period."

Ye Lingxin felt a chill run through her.

More terrifying than madness was when a madman suddenly got better…

"Yes, this shouldn't be my waking period. In fact, since my last delirium, I doubted I'd ever wake up again…"

"But the reality is, I feel wonderful—better than ever before."

Xu San Yang's eyes flashed with sharp light: "You're sick. You need medicine and injections…"

"Skip the medicine, but injections…"

A faint blush crossed Ye Lingxin's face.

"Good girl, listen to me!"

Xu San Yang swept her up in a bridal carry, lifting her off her feet.

In that moment, the roles of doctor and patient seemed to have swapped…

(End of Chapter)