Chapter 773 - 771: Let Him Bear It Himself
Gen Family Business swung his palm, flinging the strung‑together people into a heap.
Gen Family Business took out a small jade gourd the size of a fist with his right hand.
He set the gourd down at the center.
Then, just like tidying up a warehouse, he grabbed this group of people who had lost all ability to move and arranged them around the gourd.
The ground was covered in streaks where blood had been smeared.
Heart‑rending screams echoed in the air, along with the sobbing cries of people begging for their lives.
In that moment, this place was like a living hell.
The crying and shouting were shrill and piercing.
Gen Family Business acted as if he hadn’t heard their howls and screams at all.
There were about a thousand people around him.
He arranged them in a ring, then slowly uncorked the mouth of the gourd.
Something like an incantation came from his mouth.
White vapors floated out from the bodies of the people all around.
These were their vital essence.
The essence drifted slowly out from their seven orifices and gathered together.
Their bodies, stripped of essence, shriveled in an instant and their breaths ceased.
The vital essence of more than a thousand people condensed together, forming one pill after another.
Gen Family Business moved neither fast nor slow, placing the pills into the gourd.
After finishing, Gen Family Business prepared to leave.
"Splash..."
Golden light flared.
A golden sword cleaved toward Gen Family Business from not far away.
At the same time, several more figures appeared in the distance.
Gen Family Business raised his hand, the power of the Water God surging along his arm.
He swung his arm and forcibly took that strike head‑on.
The one who attacked was Zhang Haisheng.
He hadn’t struck earlier, nor later, but waited until Gen Family Business finished the Alchemy step before making his move.
All for the sake of seizing the pills.
Zhang Haisheng and his group attacked Gen Family Business.
It wasn’t to rid the world of evil, nor to save anyone.
It was purely for profit.
He had no choice—he didn’t know the methods of Alchemy and could only snatch the pills by force.
In the entire East District, who didn’t know the importance of pills now?
Everyone understood that Human Pills were a shortcut on the path to cultivation.
"Hand it over and I’ll let you walk away," Zhang Haisheng said coldly to Gen Family Business.
Gen Family Business’s face was expressionless. He lifted his right hand, and a pool of clear water appeared out of thin air at his feet.
The clear water condensed into a spear.
Gen Family Business grabbed the spear and flung it at Zhang Haisheng.
"A puppet? Controlled by someone?"
Zhang Haisheng immediately sensed something was off.
Seeing Gen Family Business’s stiff movements, he knew the man must have been taken over.
Zhang Haisheng formed a manipulation gesture with his right hand, and the golden longsword floating in the air charged toward the water spear ahead.
It blocked the spear’s assault.
At the same time, the other few people also attacked Gen Family Business.
The few of them tangled into a melee.
Mo Lin, Yun Xue’xue and Luo Xiaoxiao’s figures appeared not far away.
Seeing Gen Family Business’s zombie‑like state, Mo Lin couldn’t tell what he felt inside.
The ground was littered with dried corpses.
"Gen Family Business is being controlled?"
Yun Xue’xue covered her nose with her right hand and said in disgust, "How many people did this guy kill?
He reeks of death."
Gen Family Business was fighting Zhang Haisheng at this moment.
When his gaze fell on Mo Lin, he froze for a few seconds.
Those few seconds were enough for Zhang Haisheng to seize an opening.
Zhang Haisheng drove the golden sword into Gen Family Business’s abdomen, and just as he was about to follow up, something unexpected happened.
Gen Family Business grabbed the golden sword with his bare hand and pulled it straight out of his own belly.
Then his body retreated; he no longer lingered in battle and backed away rapidly.
Mo Lin had just been about to move to stop Gen Family Business when Yun Xue’xue’s voice reached him.
"No need to block him.
Gen Family Business’s spirit is still there—let him endure it himself.
If he can pull through this, it’ll be a great fortune for him." Yun Xue’xue said slowly to Mo Lin.
"And if he can’t?" Mo Lin countered.
"Then he’ll completely lose himself and become a puppet, no different from a corpse."
If Gen Family Business lost his consciousness entirely, even with godlike methods, Mo Lin wouldn’t be able to save him.
"This is the path he chose," Yun Xue’xue said slowly to Mo Lin. "Even if it costs his life, he probably wouldn’t regret it."
Mo Lin had originally wanted to step in and help Gen Family Business.
After hearing Yun Xue’xue’s words, he stopped and let Gen Family Business pass by his side.
Just as Zhang Haisheng was about to give chase, Mo Lin took a step forward and blocked his path.
Seeing Mo Lin stand in his way, Zhang Haisheng’s anger surged.
"Get lost."
He raised his hand, the golden sword cleaving straight at Mo Lin.
Mo Lin fell back, his right index finger flicking lightly; a pitch‑black Little Ghost manifested on his shoulder.
The Little Ghost opened its mouth and a dark longsword shot out.
The Cyan Cloud Sword floated horizontally before Mo Lin, blocking Zhang Haisheng’s strike.
Mo Lin swung the sword again.
The Cyan Cloud Sword collided with the golden longsword.
The golden sword was severed on the spot.
Zhang Haisheng’s face went livid.
He understood at once that he’d run into a tough opponent.
Zhang Haisheng’s companions rushed at Mo Lin.
One man appeared behind Mo Lin, launching a sneak attack.
Unhurried, Mo Lin unleashed Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship.
"Jingming."
In that instant, the whole world was veiled in a pale gray.
Everything in Mo Lin’s eyes slowed down.
As sluggish as snails.
Then Mo Lin swung his sword.
A silver‑white sword‑light slashed out.
Zhang Haisheng used a Daoist Skill, condensing Dao Qi in front of him.
Only by doing so did he barely block Mo Lin’s strike.
The others weren’t so lucky.
The rest were cut clean in half by Mo Lin.
Their end was miserable.
"Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship?
You’re from Jingming Daoism?"
Recognizing Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship, Zhang Haisheng gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.
A loss was a loss.
If you’re outmatched, you’re outmatched.
Zhang Haisheng’s gaze swept around and landed on a woman in purple.
The woman’s face was delicate and soft, her hands holding a jade lamp.
She gave off a very fragile impression.
An idea for survival flashed through Zhang Haisheng’s mind.
Grab this purple‑clothed woman and use her life to trade for his own escape.
The moment that thought surfaced, Zhang Haisheng moved.
He charged toward the purple‑clothed woman.
His speed was very fast; in the blink of an eye he was in front of her.
Not giving anyone time to react, Zhang Haisheng rushed up and reached to seize Luo Xiaoxiao’s throat.
But something was off.
The closer he got to Luo Xiaoxiao, the slower his movements became.
His whole body felt drained.
When he was about half a meter from Luo Xiaoxiao, Zhang Haisheng stopped.
He stood there, bent over, gasping for breath.
As if his body had been hollowed out.
Why did he feel so weak?
Suddenly... Zhang Haisheng caught sight of his own arm. He froze, even wondering if it was really his.
The arm looked like it belonged to a hundred‑year‑old man—wax‑yellow, skin and bones.
Yun Xue’xue had already been about to make a move.
A layer of frost sealed over the ground.
Lowering his head, Zhang Haisheng finally noticed the thick ice on the ground.
Through the ice he saw his own face.
It was the face of an eighty‑year‑old man.
His hair was completely white.
"That’s me?"
Even his voice had turned hoarse with age.
What was happening?
How had he gone from a young, strong man to an old geezer?
Zhang Haisheng’s pupils contracted sharply as he stared in shock at the purple‑clothed woman before him.