One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 572 - 470 Doomsday Preview, Attack from Behind

Linjiang, a county town named Zouhu.

At this time, the sky is slightly flawed, and the thin clouds disperse, revealing the city’s white walls, grey tiles, and forest of wooden buildings.

A grey-beaked white-feathered bird swoops down from the towering city wall, skimming over the undulating urban area below, and lands on a tower in the center of the city.

Below the tower is a square paved with blue stone slabs.

The square is spacious. It seems that there was a heavy rain last night; a thin puddle in the low-lying area is very clear, reflecting the rolling thin clouds in the sky.

Although it is still early, and the sky has not completely brightened yet, there are already quite a few people gathered in the square.

These people are all dressed in tattered clothes, their faces pallid.

They hold clay or wooden bowls over their heads, their sleeves hanging down, revealing their dirty arms inside.

In the center of the crowd, there is a temporary wooden platform. On it stands a burly middle-aged Daoist with thick limbs, dressed in a dark yellow Daoist robe. The Daoist’s face is ugly, with a highly protruding Heavenly Spirit, and his eyes are bright and spirited. In his left hand, he holds a Talisman, and in his right, a Peach Wood Sword, his feet positioned in the Seven-star Step.

With each step forward, the platform shakes and creaks under the strain.

"Superior charm, ten times salvation; Hundred Demons Hidden Rhyme, separation and reunion are natural; Mixed Cave Red Text, Supreme Truth..." The Daoist in the yellow robe chants, his resonant voice echoing over the square.

When the scripture finishes, the Daoist suddenly glares fiercely.

Whoosh!

He flicks his wrist.

The Peach Wood Sword swirls, fiercely stabbing towards the sky.

"Hurry, hurry as the decree, open!" With his loud shout, a strand of white light suddenly descends from the sky.

The white light falls upon the Talisman in the Daoist’s other hand, which immediately Ignites. The vermilion stripes on it flutter in the flame, bright red like the blood spurting from arteries. Even though it’s only the size of a palm, the talisman ashes produced after ignition envelops the entire square, first whirring in the air, then scattering down from the sky in pieces.

The ordinary civilians below, having never seen such Divine Skills, begin to exclaim in awe.

Just a few days ago, an epidemic broke out in the city, many people contracted terrible diseases. Either their bodies were covered in poisonous sores, or pus and blood flowed from their noses and mouths, looking very painful. There were rumors that the Daoist performing rites here offered talisman water with healing effects. These people were initially skeptical, but now, witnessing this scene, they suddenly realize that this Taoist truly has Divine Skills, and they hurriedly push forward to compete.

In this densely packed crowd, two skinny arms raised upward are inconspicuous.

The owner of the arms is named Gao Ming, appearing to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. Due to malnutrition, he is short, but still struggles to lift a porcelain bowl filled with water above his head.

Tss!

The porcelain bowl suddenly sinks.

A sound of evaporating water comes from inside.

Gao Ming feels a scald on his fingers, and a joy springs in his heart.

His mother has been bedridden for three full days, initially able to drink some thin porridge, but now she can’t even swallow water. Seeing her condition worsening, this talisman water is the last hope to bring her back. He struggles to lower the bowl, using his frail body to shield it, trying to squeeze through the crowd to leave.

But his body is too weak, and the surrounding crowd surges like being submerged in a rapid dark river.

Bang!

Someone kicks him from behind.

Gao Ming stumbles, loses his balance, and suddenly falls forward.

He lets his shoulder hit the ground, desperately protecting the talisman water in the porcelain bowl, but still, most of it spills out. Before he can even get up, another dirty big foot steps down, and with a "crack", the porcelain bowl instantly shatters on the ground. The little remaining talisman water mixes with the muddy water on the ground.

The sound of feet stepping in puddles continues, and finally, the crowd disperses. However, Gao Ming stands there in a daze, now without the healing talisman water, and even without his bowl for eating. He stares at the fragments on the ground, his mind blank, unsure of what to do.

The boy futilely looks around, hoping to pick up some talisman ashes from the ground to bring back.

But oddly enough.

Those talisman ashes were everywhere in the sky.

But once they hit the ground, they disappeared without a trace, leaving no signs.

Now, the last glimmer of hope has completely vanished. Thinking of his mother on the sickbed, gaunt as dead wood, and his sister, only seven or eight years old, a dull pain ripples through his body, Gao Ming doesn’t know what to do next.

Snap!

A foot in black cloth shoes steps down, splashing mud droplets.

Gao Ming looks up, seeing a coarse cloth tied around the ankle, a yellow Daoist robe, and a large face of dark-yellow complexion.

"What do you seek in medicine?" Huang Mingzi’s voice comes. Stay connected via novelbuddy

Gao Ming hurriedly kneels on the ground, kowtowing deeply, "I beg for your mercy, old master, the medicine is to save my mother."

"Rare is your concern, well then... let’s make an exception this time." A hint of a smile seems to cross Huang Mingzi’s face. Then, with fingers joined as a sword, he gently points forward. As if time rewinds, the shattered porcelain bowl instantly restores to its original form, holding a bowl of clear water with a faint gray line rippling in the center.

Gao Ming’s face was full of surprised delight, as if stumbling upon another village after travelling through dark willow trees and bright flowers. His heart pounded as he hurriedly kowtowed, "Thank you, sir, for your mercy. I am deeply grateful."

"Go quickly, feed this talisman water to your mother." Huang Mingzi spoke in a deep voice, "Once she drinks it, she will no longer feel any pain."

Gao Ming didn’t think much, and thanked him again.

Then, he carefully lifted the porcelain bowl and turned around to leave quickly, disappearing into the blue-tiled alley before him.

"From up high, we overlook, but once amidst the mortal world, we realize that all beings harbor love and sufferings... To simply eradicate them all in one fell swoop, to put an end to it all. I wonder if this act is right or wrong," Huang Mingzi mused.

He was one of the two Descenders mentioned by Ban Poluo.

Although more powerful, he was still considered low-ranking among the Descenders.

He actually did not agree with the orders issued by the Great Clan Chief. These mortals were indeed created by them, yet they possessed their own joys and sorrows. To brutally erase them all—while the wasted centuries and resources might seem minor, more importantly, the changes in the species through this process, gradually losing their original essence, transforming into another kind of monster clad in human skin — was a concern.

His heart was both reluctant and worried.

But...

The commands of the Great Clan Chief were supreme.

Not just him, a third-generation, even the Second Generation Descenders born within the Federation dared not defy.

Thus, despite having many thoughts, he could only reflect on them alone.

Regathering his thoughts, Huang Mingzi felt slight movement in his heart, detecting a message coming from the far emptiness.

"It’s a message from Junior Brother Ban Poluo, seems like the mission on their side has been completed," Huang Mingzi didn’t ponder further but inwardly remarked, "The arrangements here are almost ready as well, we’ll discuss further when we meet, then we can release the Divine Plague and fulfill the task given by the Great Clan Chief."

He prepared to leave.

However, before he could make a move, a flicker of premonition suddenly passed through his mind.

Unsure of its origin, by the time Huang Mingzi carefully contemplated, it had disappeared.

He looked up at the sky and saw two crows flapping their wings, flying towards the outskirts of the city, a few gray feathers spiralling down. The sky was covered in grey, the clouds growing thicker, the previously risen sun now obscured, making everything around seem even gloomier. A cold breeze swept over the city walls, blowing from distant high mountains.

Huang Mingzi frowned, counted on his fingers, but couldn’t deduce the source of the premonition.

In the end, he could only shake his head and chuckle wryly, self-mocking, "It seems I have indeed become overly sentimental lately, clouding my Spiritual Mechanism, my fault indeed."

He took the recent occurrence as a minor interlude, lightly setting it aside.

Huang Mingzi didn’t dwell on it further.

His figure flashed, heading towards the location agreed upon with Ban Poluo in the message.

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By the time Huang Mingzi stepped out from the void, he was already on the mountainside.

The environment here was beautiful, previously chosen as a temporary base. The ground bore signs of being meticulously flattened; a curving path paved with stone slabs led to an ancient-styled log cabin. Rapeseed plants with their tender yellow blossoms were blooming on either side of the door; further outside were two huge tea trees from which cicadas could be heard.

It was early morning, and the white mist in the mountains had not yet cleared, the soil moist, the air filled with a faint fresh scent.

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It seemed that footsteps from outside were heard.

The door was pushed open, and a bald figure emerged.

Ban Poluo placed his hands together in prayer, a smile on his face, the room behind him filled with a tangible darkness.

"Brother, you’re back," Ban Poluo greeted with an Amitabha, his voice ethereal.

"Uh-huh." Hearing the sound of a waterfall in the distance, Huang Mingzi also smiled, "Has your side’s situation been completed, and that person brought back?"

"Of course," Ban Poluo nodded.

"That’s good." Huang Mingzi sighed in relief and said, "The strength of the Northern Border Demon Dragon is formidable; I’ve been worried about you executing this mission. Now seeing you safe and sound, I can finally be at ease. Since these trivial matters have been handled already, once we meet Li Wenshe, we can release the Divine Plague and end this once and for all."

"I will follow your arrangements, Brother."

"Right," Huang Mingzi nodded and then asked, "Where is that person? Lead me to see."

"He’s in the room behind me," Ban Poluo turned and gestured Huang Mingzi to follow.

Without suspicion, Huang Mingzi raised his leg and walked towards the room. Just as the two passed each other in that instant, "Pfft!" His body shuddered, he spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face bearing an incredulous expression, slowly lowering his head. A hand covered in golden light had, surprisingly, already penetrated into his abdomen.

"You..."