Chapter 17: The Divine Doctor Investigates the Mysterious Energy Source

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Niu Yichen grabbed Zhan Qingxue’s hand and sprinted through the night. Qingxue jogged along, nearly gasping for breath.

“Brother Chen, wait for me! Wait! My old leg ailment is acting up!”

“Xiaoxue, hang in there! There’s a powerful aura ahead pulling me in—I have to check it out!” Niu Yichen called back without looking, his pace unwavering.

That mysterious aura was like catnip to a cat—irresistible to him.

“Brother Chen, that mysterious aura you mentioned… could it be some kind of evil spirit? I’ve read those cultivation novels; they always say so…” Qingxue panted anxiously, her mind filled with terrifying images of demons and monsters.

Niu Yichen’s lips curled into a slight smile. “Don’t worry, Xiaoxue. Even if it is an evil spirit, I’ll crush it utterly and make it call me daddy!”

They ran fiercely until they reached the source of the aura.

Before them stretched a thick fog, white and dense—so thick they couldn’t see their own hands.

From within the mist came faint low growls, chilling their bones.

“Brother Chen… this fog is kind of scary…” Qingxue clutched Niu Yichen’s arm tightly, her little heart pounding wildly.

Niu Yichen calmly patted her hand, reassuring her. “Don’t be afraid, Xiaoxue. I’m here. Though the fog is eerie, it can’t hide the strong aura behind it. I’m certain something extraordinary lies beyond this mist!”

With that, he resolutely pulled Qingxue into the fog.

As soon as they stepped in, a powerful force tugged at them as if trying to tear them apart.

Qingxue gasped and clung tightly to Niu Yichen.

“Brother Chen! What kind of ghostly thing is this!”

Niu Yichen furrowed his brow, sensing the strange power.

He activated his internal energy, protecting himself and Qingxue, moving forward step by step.

Besides the pulling force, the fog echoed with bizarre sounds—sometimes like wild beasts roaring, other times like babies crying, unsettling their nerves.

“Brother Chen… I feel like something is watching us…” Qingxue’s voice trembled as she pressed close to him, barely daring to breathe.

Niu Yichen scanned the surroundings but saw nothing.

The fog not only blocked their sight but also suppressed their spiritual senses.

He had to rely on his instincts, cautiously feeling their way forward.

“Don’t be afraid, Xiaoxue. I’ve got this,” Niu Yichen said quietly, his voice full of conviction.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a strange sensation beneath his feet.

Looking down, he saw a winding path appearing beneath them…

“Xiaoxue, look…”

Qingxue followed his gaze and saw the path too.

“This path…” she was about to speak but stopped abruptly, eyes wide as she pointed ahead, “Brother Chen… look over there…”

Niu Yichen was no ordinary man—dispelling fog?

Too low-class!

His principle was: charge ahead boldly!

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Moreover, the mysterious aura’s pull grew stronger, stirring the immortal energy within him, as if guiding the way.

He pulled Qingxue along the winding path, boldly pressing forward, feeling as if they were navigating a real-life maze—thrilling!

“Brother Chen, are you sure this path is safe? It feels creepier the farther we go…” Qingxue’s voice trembled; she’d feared the dark since childhood, and this pitch-black fog was her nightmare come alive.

“Don’t worry, Xiaoxue. Trust your Brother Chen’s instincts! No risk, no reward! Besides, even if there’s a tiger, I can tame it like a kitten!” Niu Yichen comforted her, secretly channeling the Longevity Technique to sense surrounding dangers.

As they walked, Niu Yichen suddenly stopped.

“Wait, Xiaoxue, I smell a strange fragrance…” He sniffed the air like a hunting dog tracking prey.

Qingxue looked puzzled. “Fragrance? I don’t smell anything. Brother Chen, are you hallucinating?”

Niu Yichen ignored her teasing and followed the scent. Pushing aside some bushes, his eyes lit up.

Under the fog’s cover, several strange herbs emitting a faint green glow quietly grew there.

“Oh my god! This is… the Nine-Turn Rebirth Herb! And the Millennium Lingzhi! We’re rich, rich!” Niu Yichen almost jumped for joy—these were top-tier ingredients for crafting elixirs of immortality!

This foggy adventure was a big score!

He carefully harvested the rare herbs and placed them into his storage pouch.

Qingxue watched eagerly, eyes full of admiration. “Brother Chen, you’re amazing! What are these herbs? What do they do?”

Niu Yichen smiled mysteriously. “These are treasures. You’ll see soon enough. With them, my medical skills will soar! In time, not only will you stay youthful forever, you might even reverse aging!”

Qingxue gazed at him with awe. “Brother Chen, you’re incredible! I’ll stick with you from now on!”

Niu Yichen laughed heartily, pulling her onward.

Suddenly, he sensed a fierce murderous intent…

“Xiaoxue, be careful!” Niu Yichen yanked Qingxue behind him, eyes sharp as daggers.

“What’s wrong, Brother Chen?” Qingxue asked nervously.

Niu Yichen said nothing, his gaze fixed forward, silver needles in hand ready to strike…

Within the fog, the killing intent was as sharp as ice.

A group of men dressed in black appeared like phantoms, surrounding Niu Yichen and Qingxue.

All wore black masks, revealing only cold eyes, clutching gleaming blades.

“This is a forbidden zone. Unauthorized persons, leave immediately!” The leader’s voice was deep with undeniable authority.

Niu Yichen chuckled lightly—this scene was a bit cliché.

“Forbidden zone? There’s no place in this world I, Niu Yichen, cannot go! Who do you think you are, blocking my way?”

“Bold fool! How dare you disrespect us!” The black-clad men were clearly angered. “Brothers, attack! Take down these reckless intruders!”

At the command, they lunged like starving wolves.

Blades flashed in the mist, deadly and fierce.

“Brother Chen, watch out!” Qingxue cried, hiding behind him.

Niu Yichen was swift and nimble, pulling Qingxue away to dodge attacks.

“Xiaoxue, don’t be afraid. Watch my show!” A wicked smile curved his lips as silver needles shot out like lightning.

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“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!” The sound of needles cutting through air was followed by several black-clad men collapsing.

“Interesting!” The leader’s eyes flickered with surprise, then he snorted coldly. “Looks like we underestimated you! Brothers, form the formation!”

The men quickly shifted their formation, encircling Niu Yichen and Qingxue.

Their attacks became even more vicious, every strike deadly.

Niu Yichen dodged and countered with his golden needles.

His movement was agile and ghost-like, weaving between the black-clad men. Each strike was precise, leaving them defenseless.

Qingxue picked up stones from the ground, throwing them at the enemies.

“Take this! Stone rain!” Though her aim was poor, it disrupted the attackers and bought time for Niu Yichen.

“Brother Chen, catch!” Qingxue tossed him a larger stone.

Niu Yichen caught it, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Thanks, Xiaoxue! Watch this—Mountain Crushing Strike!” He leapt high, smashing the big stone down toward the black-clad men.

Amid the fierce fight, Niu Yichen’s gaze sharpened, fixating on a subtle movement on the leader’s shoulder…

In the heat of battle, he observed keenly and caught a minute gesture at a vital acupoint named the “Soul Lock Point.”

If struck, it would instantly incapacitate the opponent.

A duel between masters often hinges on a single moment.

A sly smile played on Niu Yichen’s lips. “Got you!”

Seizing the chance, he dashed forward like lightning.

His golden needle transformed into a streak of light, piercing precisely the “Soul Lock Point.”

The leader suddenly lost all strength, collapsing to the ground in disbelief.

“Who… who are you…” he gasped.

The other black-clad men faltered, panic breaking their formation.

“The boss is down! Retreat!” They scattered like dogs with no home.

“Trying to run? Not so easy!” Niu Yichen sneered, about to pursue when he felt the mysterious aura vanish without a trace.

“What’s going on?” He frowned, unease stirring within.

Qingxue noticed it too. “Brother Chen, that aura… it’s gone…”

Niu Yichen looked around. The fog remained thick, but the force that had drawn him here was completely gone, as if it had been a mere illusion.

A vague sense of foreboding crept over him. This sudden change hinted at a new crisis looming.

“Xiaoxue, stay close to me.” Niu Yichen tightened his grip on her hand, his expression grave.

At that moment, a low, deep roar echoed from the depths of the fog…