Chapter 92: The Name of the Evil Doctor Gui Tong
Chapter 92: The Name of the Evil Doctor Gui Tong
The countless burning gazes fixed on Luo Qingtong didn't faze her in the slightest. Her expression remained calm and detached, as though she were entirely unaffected.
She was long accustomed to such attention.
In her previous life, her mere presence would stir frenzied pursuit wherever she went.
The small porcelain bottle of medicinal liquid in her hand was none other than the Xuanyuan Yixin Liquid she had refined earlier.
Master Liu had believed Luo Qingtong had succeeded in creating just one precious bottle, but the truth was far beyond his imagination. Luo Qingtong had an abundance of this elixir—refined in bulk by diluting a single batch to yield dozens of bottles.
For her, these potions were practically disposable. Once she replaced the contents, the original bottle was as good as garbage.
"How do you feel?" she asked the tall man beside her.
"It still hurts," the man replied, scratching his head sheepishly. "But it's a lot better than before. I thought I was a goner for sure."
He grinned in a goofy, honest manner, completely unaware of how close he had come to death.
The truth was, he hadn't merely thought he was going to die—he had been a breath away from certain death. Without Luo Qingtong's intervention, he wouldn't have survived.
"It's normal to feel pain," Luo Qingtong said, her tone clinical. "Your external wounds haven't healed yet."
The Xuanyuan Yixin Liquid in her possession could only treat internal injuries—his internal bleeding, organ damage, and ruptured meridians. His external injuries, however, were a different matter.
Using her unique eye technique, Luo Qingtong had sealed the blood vessels surrounding his massive abdominal wound, effectively halting any further bleeding. While the trauma remained visible, the critical danger had passed.
Given time, he would recover fully.
She turned her gaze to the referee, who was still frozen in shock, and raised an eyebrow. "So, can we officially declare him the winner now?"
"Y-Yes!" The referee finally snapped out of his daze. He hurried onto the platform to examine the man thoroughly. After confirming that his life was no longer in danger, he straightened up and, with a trembling voice, announced:
"In the 132nd match on Arena No. 9—Chu Lingfeng wins!"
The declaration shattered the eerie silence that had gripped the arena.
In an instant, the crowd erupted into chaos.
Gasps of disbelief filled the air as people leapt to their feet, staring at the No. 9 platform as if their eyes were deceiving them.
The so-called "stupid fool" who had been written off as dead was not only alive—he had won.
This couldn't be real, could it?
Every gaze turned to Luo Qingtong, burning with a mixture of awe and greed. Shouts erupted as people began desperately bidding for the potion in her hand.
In their hysteria, they even forgot the money they had lost betting against Chu Lingfeng.
Amid the deafening screams and frantic bids, Luo Qingtong's lips curved into a sly smile as she noticed the executives of the arena rushing toward her.
From that day forward, the name Evil Doctor Gui Tong echoed throughout the Black Territory Branch City.
Meanwhile, at the Black Domain Auction House
After Luo Qingtong's departure, Master Liu had a sleepless night. Anxious and overjoyed, he decided to act immediately. He secluded himself in a pretense of deep refinement and then hurried to present his findings to Ye Qianshan.
He approached the main hall with a porcelain bottle in hand, his heart pounding with excitement.
"Lord!" Master Liu bowed deeply, holding the bottle with reverence. "This is a medicinal liquid that this subordinate accidentally refined! A stroke of fortune, truly! While working on it, I inexplicably entered an extreme state and succeeded in creating this bottle of quasi-heaven-grade medicinal liquid. Please, have a look!"
He placed special emphasis on his final sentence. "This elixir is particularly effective for treating meridian injuries!"
From his elevated position, Ye Qianshan regarded Master Liu with unreadable eyes. A dark gold mask obscured most of his face, revealing only his sharp gaze.
At a signal, Bei Qing stepped forward to take the bottle and present it to Ye Qianshan.
"Master," Bei Qing said softly.
Ye Qianshan raised a hand to accept the bottle. As soon as he uncorked it, his eyes flickered beneath the mask.
The scent of the potion was unmistakable.
Interesting…
A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
What exactly have you discovered, my Lord?