Chapter 1209: Su Yue, I Believe You Are a Gentleman

Wuteng Feng asked, his face full of surprise.

“Uh, what a coincidence. I actually went to see the Master yesterday and compressed some pills in my body,” Su Yue nodded, then mentioned the Master’s name, thinking Wuteng Feng might have heard of him.

The Dao Sect’s naming conventions were truly overly elaborate. To think that compressing Qi Blood Pills in the body was actually given such a regionally distinct name… a Dao Tripod. It really was a place that paid attention to the finer details. Or maybe they just had too much free time.

“Oh… so you went to look for him? In that case, you also have a Fake Dao Tripod in your body,” Wuteng Feng said.

“A Fake Dao Tripod?” Su Yue was taken aback. How did it become ‘fake’? Everyone was just compressing pills in their bodies. Was there really a hierarchy of status? The dreaded pecking order?

“The essence is actually the same—compressing the purest Qi Blood within the body. However, Bai Ziqing’s Dao Tripod is a Sacred Artifact integrated into his body. After consuming Qi Blood Pills, it can automatically store their medicinal efficacy. He doesn’t need to find a Master to help compress them at all.

“You, on the other hand, have to rely on external forces. That makes yours a Fake Dao Tripod. It can’t even truly be considered a Dao Tripod; it’s merely leaching off the name,” Wuteng Feng explained, shaking his head.

Compressing pills within the body was actually a very tedious and troublesome process.

“Teacher Wuteng, is it possible to bring out the Dao Sect’s Life-Crossing Combat Technique? I have nothing to do here anyway, so I want to try practicing it. If I succeed, every life saved is a life earned!” Su Yue asked after a few seconds of thought.

His words might cause some displeasure among his peers from the Dao Sect, but with the wounded right in front of him, he couldn’t afford to care about that. If he couldn’t learn it, so be it. He would just accept that he was powerless. But if he succeeded, he could save a living, breathing life.

“Even if you manage to cultivate the first three layers, you can only save one person.

“For Eldest Senior to save a hundred people simultaneously, he had to execute it to the eighth layer.

“Furthermore, the volume of Qi Blood compressed through external forces is simply insufficient. The technique might end before you even begin using it,” Junior Qi said with a gloomy expression.

Thinking about it made him feel depressed. He himself couldn’t even master the third layer. But even if he could, it would be useless. The Dao Sect only had one Dao Tripod, and it was inside his Eldest Senior. Since the rest of them hadn’t condensed a Qi Ring, they simply couldn’t compress much Qi Blood in their bodies.

Ordinary Martial Artists only dared to compress large amounts of Qi Blood after becoming Grandmasters. The amount an ordinary Martial Artist could compress in their body wouldn’t even be enough to save three people. He assumed Su Yue was just like any other ordinary Martial Artist, having merely compressed a dozen or so common Qi Blood Pills. Little did he know, the pills Su Yue had bought for over a hundred million had nearly drained the Master’s Grandmaster-level Qi Blood dry.

“Junior Qi, don’t casually question someone out of prejudice.

“Brother Su Yue, if you truly have the capability, I hope you can try practicing it. Saving even one more person counts as a victory,” Bai Ziqing said, looking at Su Yue, his eyes surprisingly filled with hope. He genuinely hoped Su Yue would succeed.

“Yeah, I definitely have to give it a try,” Su Yue nodded. At a time like this, who had the luxury to worry about other people’s feelings? Saving lives was all that mattered.

“Teacher Wuteng, hurry and give me the detailed breakdown of the Life-Crossing Combat Technique,” Su Yue urged.

The deputy head of the Combat Tactics Department had the necessary clearance. Since they were on Earth, they could easily retrieve various data from the memory drives.

“Sigh. It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but the Life-Crossing Combat Technique isn’t in my database. Moreover, the Research Institute is currently under attack, so the servers have temporarily entered a self-defense state. It requires the clearance of someone like Nie Haijun or the Grand Marshal to unlock.

“I can’t download it,” Wuteng Feng smiled bitterly.

There were no more than ten people in the Divine Land who had the authority to restart the server defenses. The weakest among these individuals was a Ninth Grade, and every single one was a renowned powerhouse. Obviously, Yuan Longhan was at the Dao Sect. Nie Haijun was busy fighting Fei Ningxiao; he couldn’t possibly come down just to unlock the servers for something like this. The process was far too tedious.

Furthermore, the reason the servers had locked themselves down was the fear that Yangxiang Race spies might take advantage of the chaos to steal information. After all, the Yangxiang Race had deep pockets and had cultivated quite a few hackers within the Divine Land.

“Sigh. So after all that, it was just empty talk.” Su Yue plopped down onto his butt. This feeling of being powerless despite wanting to help was truly suffocating.

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

Accompanied by Fei Ningxiao’s maniacal laughter, the tremors rocking the Research Institute continued, each wave stronger than the last. Meanwhile, Su Yue observed the interior of the Research Institute.

Sure enough, the reason people’s wounds couldn’t heal was because a faint layer of red dust seemed to be spreading inside the second-layer shield. With dust filling the air above the Research Institute, ordinary people couldn’t notice it at all. Even Martial Artists had to observe closely to spot it.

One could only say that Fei Ningxiao was far too sinister. Since his main body was blocked and unable to breach Dongdu City’s Absolute Defense, he had secretly resorted to underhanded tactics. If a Paragon wanted to target ordinary people, they had far more methods at their disposal than one could imagine. As long as one breathed, they would fall victim to it. In fact, they might not even need to breathe. Since it was the work of a Paragon, it could likely seep directly through their skin.

“Damn it, the third-layer minor shield is getting packed to the brim,” Su Yue said, his heart pounding wildly.

Heeding Bai Ziqing’s words, the Martial Artists of the Zhenqin Corps had stopped transporting the wounded. Indeed, Bai Ziqing’s analysis was spot on. Inside the second-layer shield, the wounded inhaled the dust, but their bodies seemed to show no abnormalities. Hemostatic sprays and bandages remained effective, ensuring that those with minor injuries wouldn’t die. However, the moment they left the second-layer shield, the infection in their wounds would spiral out of control.