Medical and Martial God

Master Nan Xi was not upset by Tang Bo’s teasing or Dong Fangbai’s ”declaration of affection.” She leaned on Ming Yue’s shoulder, raised her head to look at Ye Xiu, and said, ”Are you Ye Xiu? Can I talk to you alone?”

”There’s no rush!” Ye Xiu refused and said to Chloe, ”Find her some clothes and treat her injuries. Also, lock up Kristina and Ming Yue.”

”Yes, Young Master!” Chloe nodded, took Master Nan Xi from Ming Yue’s arms, and carried her into the villa.

Meanwhile, An Dongye took Ming Yue and Kristina to the basement.

Kristina suddenly felt inexplicably aggrieved. Ye Xiu couldn’t even be bothered to say a single word to her, let alone look her in the eye. Ming Yue, on the other hand, was very calm.

”Young Master, all 30,000 Life Totems are here,” Dizang said, handing a box to Ye Xiu.

Ye Xiu took it and quickly opened the box. Seeing the rows of Life Totem potions inside, he smiled. ”With these treasures, the lives of the brothers who followed me to the Eternal Islands will be guaranteed.”

”Dizang, distribute the Life Totems. Give one to every brother who has come to the Eternal Islands. I’ll personally give them to you and the Blood Cloth Guards.”

Dizang nodded and asked, ”The brothers Mo Luo and I brought, plus the Blood Cloth Guards you brought this time, the thirty lovely old-timers trained by Po Lang, and the 2,500 ’Fire Seed Company’ test subjects who trained at headquarters for over two months... all together, it’s still less than 10,000 men. What should we do with the remaining 20,000-plus Life Totems?”

Ye Xiu chuckled. ”Are you just trying to make conversation? Is that any of your business?”

Dizang was speechless.

Seeing Dizang get shut down, Qin Qing and Leng Yue were thrilled. They had been thoroughly annoyed by the chatterbox Dizang recently.

At that moment, Ye Xiu’s phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

Ye Xiu answered with a puzzled look. Before he could speak, a commanding voice came from the other end, ”Are you Ye Xiu, the Xuanse Medicine King? I am Bruce, the president of the Necromancers Association, the martial artist organization under the Black Water Nation’s Official Family. Tonight, aboard the aircraft carrier, I am holding a Conference of Kings for all the world’s official martial artist organizations, major sects, and alliances. You are to attend. If you don’t, don’t blame me for dealing with you harshly!”

The call ended before Ye Xiu could respond.

Ye Xiu was baffled. ”Who the hell is this punk, daring to command and threaten me like that?”

Qin Qing chuckled. ”Black Water Nation has always been domineering, sanctioning anyone who doesn’t submit. It’s no surprise that the Necromancers Association, as their official martial artist organization, is just as arrogant.”

An Dongye spoke with a gangster’s flair, ”He dares threaten my little bro? I’ll blow his head off with one shot.”

Leng Yue said murderously, ”How many heads does Bruce think he has to dare command and threaten the Young Master? I’ll go kill him.”

Dizang laughed cruelly. ”I’ll go with you. Let’s just wipe out the Necromancers Association.”

Tang Bo, Ye Liuyun, and Dong Fangbai said in unison, ”We’ll go too.”

”Don’t be impulsive!” Qin Qing quickly stopped them. ”The martial artists from around the world currently on Biluo Island are all pawns for us to use against the three Judicator Families. We can’t kill them unless absolutely necessary.”

”Qin Qing is right,” Ye Xiu nodded. ”I’ll go see what the Necromancers Association is up to tonight. Oh, and Leng Yue, post the map of Biluo Island on the martial artist forum under my name.”

”Yes!” Leng Yue nodded.

「Evening!」

On the deck of the aircraft carrier, a vast crowd had gathered, each person holding a flag. The flags bore names like ”Necromancers Association,” ”Restorer Alliance,” and so on.

This had been proposed by Bruce, the president of the Necromancers Association. After all, many of the organizations that had rushed to Biluo Island were newly established, their names unknown to outsiders. They might as well take advantage of the Conference of Kings to get acquainted.

However, aside from the massive red banner of the ”Take Down Ye Xiu Alliance,” the other organizations’ flags were all hastily made—for instance, a name scrawled on a piece of cardboard tied to a stick. The Conference of Kings resembled a Beggar Gang summit, with only the ”Take Down Ye Xiu Alliance” looking professional and impressive.

The meeting hadn’t started yet. At this moment, all the Kings were excitedly discussing the war.

”The armies of the three Judicator Families have been almost completely wiped out. The few who escaped to Biluo Island can’t make any waves, so we don’t need to bother with them.”

”How boring. I thought the three Judicator Families were supposed to be strong, but they were no match at all.”

”This war was just a one-sided slaughter. The three Judicator Families are too weak.”

”Their grand army of three million turned and ran the moment they saw us. They didn’t even have the courage to fight to the death. They deserved to be annihilated.”

Before coming to Biluo Island, the martial artists from around the world had been apprehensive. After all, legends claimed the three Judicator Families were absurdly powerful. But once the fighting began, they discovered the three Judicator Families were incredibly weak and couldn’t put up a fight.

This battle boosted the morale of martial artists from across the globe, making them fearless of the three Judicator Families.

”This battle isn’t as simple as it appears on the surface,” Meng Yinwan said solemnly, holding the flag of the Restorer Alliance.

She was representing the Restorer Alliance at the Conference of Kings, but she was neither the Alliance Hierarch nor its strongest member. It was simply because the members of the Restorer Alliance were all hermits, unskilled in handling diplomacy and other relations, whereas Meng Yinwan happened to excel at it.

”What do you mean by that, Meng Yinwan?” asked Bruce, the president of the Necromancers Association. He was a robust and imposing middle-aged man.

Everyone else also turned to look at Meng Yinwan.

”You’ve all seen that Biluo Island can operate carrier strike groups. So why do those carrier strike groups have no weapons or ammunition?

”The skyscrapers on Biluo Island are a clear sign of its high technological level. So why did the island’s army travel in hand-rowed boats, including primitive vessels like canoes and bamboo rafts?

”We approached Biluo Island with such a massive fleet. Given their advanced technology, why didn’t they detect us sooner and dispatch their Navy, Air Force, and high-level martial artists to intercept us on the way? Why did they wait until we were almost upon them for the carrier strike groups to finally mobilize?”

These three questions instantly silenced the crowd. They had been in a state of euphoria after their victory, scorning the three Judicator Families, but now they all grew quiet and sobered up.

Yan Long realized this was the perfect moment to display the wisdom of ”Heaven Net.” With a sagacious expression, he said, ”Clearly, before we arrived, someone had already stolen the weapons and ammunition from the carrier strike groups and destroyed all of Biluo Island’s boats, ammunition depots, communication systems, and radar systems.”

Hearing this, everyone broke out in a cold sweat. If Biluo Island’s boats, depots, and communication and radar systems hadn’t been destroyed, and if the weapons and ammunition hadn’t been stolen from the carrier strike groups, they would have long been buried at sea by now.

”Who could possibly be capable of achieving such nearly impossible feats?” Bruce, the president of the Necromancers Association, asked in shock.

No one present was confident they could have snuck onto an intact Biluo Island, infiltrated its carrier strike groups, and accomplished all those things.