The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 848 - Refinement

Chapter 848: Chapter 848 Refinement!

Chapter 848 -848 Refinement!

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The punch of this golden figure was so overwhelming that it seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, shattering everything.

With just one punch, the twelve golden figure shadows summoned by Fukuda Gang were blown apart, turning into nothingness; even the Formation in the void was burst open with a ‘pop’ sound.

The aftermath of the punch, like a typhoon passing by, swept over Fukuda Gang’s physical body.

Crack~~ Crack~~ Crack~~~

Fukuda Gang’s skin surface began to show densely packed, horrifying cracks, like a spider’s web.

“You… you… this is impossible… how could this be possible… this…” Fukuda Gang’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Huang Xiaolong.

The next second—

Bang~~~!

He burst.

Fukuda Gang’s entire body exploded on the spot, literally shattered by the punch’s force.

“The twelve golden figures, indeed, are a great killing device,” Huang Xiaolong nodded slightly. Due to the short amount of time, Huang Xiaolong had not yet fully mastered the knack of controlling twelve golden figures at the same time, let alone handling them like an extension of his own body. It was merely one punch by one golden figure he had summoned.

But even just that one punch had been like sweeping away decay, destroying armies effortlessly.

At that moment, Fukuda Gang’s soul sprang out from his corpse, its vicious, bloodthristy eyes glaring at Huang Xiaolong, grinding its teeth as if casting the most venomous curse.

“Hehehe, why are you glaring at me? Alright, spit out everything you know, about Xu Fu and all of it,” Huang Xiaolong said with a playful smile.

“Dream on! Hahaha! Dream on if you think you can know about the ancestor’s matters! That’s utterly impossible!” Fukuda Gang’s soul roared. “The secrets of the ancestor can’t be divulged by anyone! Absolutely not!”

“You either drink a toast or take a forfeit, the choice isn’t yours anymore!” Huang Xiaolong’s eyes turned cold, as he was about to forcibly search Fukuda Gang’s memories.

However!

Bang~~!

With a loud bang, Fukuda Gang’s soul actually self-destructed!

“No way? Is this too ruthless?” Huang Xiaolong was speechless for a moment.

“No, this bastard from Dongying didn’t self-destruct; rather, someone had set a restriction within his soul. The purpose of this restriction was such that upon his death, his soul would burst apart, his spirit scatter, with no chance of even becoming a ghost… This restriction must have been personally arranged by Xu Fu, ensuring his secrets would never be leaked…”

Huang Xiaolong’s eyes flickered, “Good, Xu Fu, truly a ruthless and vicious person, cruel like a devil. That man stole the Great Qin’s nation’s fortune back in the day, and now he plots against the state’s Divine Artifact, the twelve golden figures, deep and insidious, truly a tyrant who aspires to dominate the world… Well, it’s truly enjoyable to compete against such a person.”

With this thought, Huang Xiaolong lost interest in Xu Fu’s secrets, because he knew that in the face of absolute power, all secrets, schemes, strategies, and conspiracies meant nothing!

After releasing the punch, the golden figure stood still.

Huang Xiaolong went into the military camp, disrupting the Formation that revived the dead into undead soldiers. With that, the countless undead soldiers sprawled across the mountains collapsed once more, their flesh and skin dissolving, reverting back to lifeless white skeletons.

Next, Huang Xiaolong began to draw talismans.

After drawing dozens, even hundreds of talismans, he affixed them to the twelve golden figures.

By this time, Ma Chuxia and the rest had hurriedly jumped down from the earthen mound, running over to Huang Xiaolong’s side.

“Master, you’re too fierce! Can you control these golden figures?” Shirley’s eyes sparkled as she fixated on Huang Xiaolong.

Even the Qin People, like Meng Zhuang, were dumbfounded, unsure of what to do next. “Sir, you can command the Divine Artifacts of the Great Qin…”

“Heh~~ Let me deal with this first,” Huang Xiaolong finished sticking the talismans and began to mutter a string of ancient, obscure incantations.

The talismans pasted on the twelve golden figures ignited spontaneously.

Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded!

The twelve golden figures, as if ancient giants standing shoulder to shoulder, actually began to shrink!

From several meters tall, they shrunk to mere feet, and from feet, they continued to shrink to mere inches!

Eventually, they transformed into twelve miniature models!

Huang Xiaolong bit his finger, flicking it lightly, sending a string of blood beads splashing out.

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

Each golden figure was sprinkled with a drop of Huang Xiaolong’s blood.

The divine lights blossomed resplendently.

“Enter my body!”

Huang Xiaolong’s chest puffed out.

Whoosh~~ Whoosh~~ Whoosh~~ Whoosh~~

The twelve infinitely shrinking golden figures actually entered Huang Xiaolong’s body, as if merging with him and becoming a part of his physique.

“Done!” A look of satisfaction emerged on Huang Xiaolong’s face.

It wasn’t a simple matter of taking away the twelve golden figures, but… assimilating them!

Using Divine Blood, Huang Xiaolong completely assimilated the twelve golden figures into his own Magic Artifact!

And he concealed them within his body.

Ordinary Taoists and Magicians would never be able to assimilate the twelve golden figures, let alone merge them into their bodies. That’s because their mortal form could not contain the twelve golden figures, and both their flesh and spirit would be blown to pieces under the strain.

But could Huang Xiaolong be considered an ordinary person?

He was the Yin Emperor, possessing a Divine Body that was even more formidable than the Taoist Body. He could contain everything, merging all Magic Artifacts!

“So impressive!” Shirley cheered and clapped.

Meng Zhuang felt something was amiss but couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, mumbling, “Sir… this… this is Great Qin’s national treasure… um…”

“What national treasure? Keeping it buried in the imperial mausoleum is simply a waste of heaven’s gifts. Better to lend it to me for a while,” Huang Xiaolong said jokingly. “Besides, Emperor Qin promised to give it to me.”

Hearing this, Meng Zhuang dared not say more.

Right then, Huang Xiaolong proceeded to tidy up the battlefield, taking the weaponry used by the imperial guard’s commander.

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Taia Divine Sword!

One of the ten famous swords from the Warring States period!

As Huang Xiaolong held the Taia Divine Sword, the blade, approximately two feet long, looked like a clear autumn lake, emitting a divine light throughout.

“A marvelous sword,” Huang Xiaolong praised incessantly.

“Little Long, if a sword can be considered marvelous by you, then it must indeed be a rare Divine weapon,” Ma Chuxia said with a smile by his side.

“Look, I’ll tell you, the hilt of this sword is made from the heartwood of purple sandalwood that’s over a hundred years old. This wood is extremely restrictive to ghosts and evil spirits. Moreover, the blade is forged with Taiyi Golden Essence. It takes five hundred pounds of deep-sea cold iron to refine a single gram of Taiyi Golden Essence. This sword must weigh about twenty pounds. Can you imagine how much sea cold iron that required? Hahaha~~~ such a sword can have Formations engraved within it, transforming into a flying sword, possessing its own spiritual nature, automatically drawing nature’s spiritual energy, and with a mere thought, killing from a thousand miles away!” Huang Xiaolong explained exuberantly. “Ordinary swords can’t withstand Formations and would just burst instantly. Only a true sword that can contain Formations and be turned into a flying sword can be counted as a truly good one.”

Finishing, Huang Xiaolong gently touched Ma Chuxia’s delicate face and said with a smile, “Honey, when I have time, I’ll refine this sword into a flying sword for you to use for self-defense.”

Ma Chuxia smiled sweetly, her heart brimming with happiness, as if filled with honey.

Feng Hanyan said from the side, “Can you… can you also give me a flying sword?”

“First, you are not my wife yet, so I can’t give you one. Second, do you think Divine weapons that can be used to make flying swords are easy to come by like cabbages? The only other one I have is the Sun Radiance Sword, and I need it,” Huang Xiaolong stated confidently.

Feng Hanyan felt a pang of frustration.

Yan Pianpian hurriedly pulled Feng Hanyan aside, gently consoling her in a soft voice.

“Alright, now that I’ve taken care of these Dongying bastards who sneaked into Emperor Qin’s mausoleum,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. “Next—”

In the midst of speaking, Huang Xiaolong took out a small black dagger from his bosom.

Huang Xiaolong clearly felt the vibrations of the black dagger growing more vigorous!

“If I’m not mistaken, the black dagger buried with Emperor Qin is getting closer to me…” Huang Xiaolong smiled. “How about this—you guys wait here for a moment, I’ll go get that black dagger, then come back and join you.”

“Ah~~ Grandmaster, I want to go with you,” Shirley quickly ran up to Huang Xiaolong, seemingly worried he wouldn’t include her.

Feng Hanyan and Huang Xiaolong’s wives also moved to his side.

After pondering for a moment, Meng Zhuang said, “Please give me some more wall-passing-charms, and I won’t accompany you, sir. Sir is invincible, and I suppose there is no mechanism or trap within the royal tomb that could confine you. I plan to head back and see how Qiulian and the brothers are doing.”

“Okay.” Huang Xiaolong casually handed over a big handful of wall-passing-charms to Meng Zhuang.

Meng Zhuang bid his farewell and returned the way he came.

“Based on what Emperor Qin said, the path ahead indeed holds some dangers, but they’re nothing I can’t handle,” Huang Xiaolong laughed as he played with the small black dagger in his hand. “Wives, let’s go find that black dagger!”

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