The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 153: What’s This?
Chapter 153 - 153: What’s This?
After finishing the acupuncture for Nick, John sat down and chatted with Second Sister for a while. Then, seeing a patient enter, he decided not to disturb her anymore.
The division of labor at the Feazer Medical Clinic was now well-established. Holbrook was responsible for consultations, while Tracy handled acupuncture. Occasionally, Tracy's extraordinary students came to assist, but they were tasked with prescribing medicine, with Tracy still overseeing the acupuncture.
Tracy had quickly mastered the needling technique, but she lacked experience and needed more practice to stabilize her skill.
John left the clinic, but as he walked home, his demeanor suddenly hardened.
Someone was following him.
John made no attempt to alert his follower. Instead, he strolled casually, eventually walking into a remote alley before coming to a stop. "You've been following me for so long—are you going to come out now?"
Crack!
A figure suddenly fell to the ground behind him. The first words that came from the figure made John's hair stand on end.
"You really are a cultivator," the man said, his voice low and sinister.
John immediately turned around to face the man. His pupils contracted. The person before him, with disheveled hair and a pale, damp face, exuded a strange, eerie aura.
How could a person like this exist?
More importantly, the man had been able to immediately identify John as a cultivator, which meant he, too, was likely a cultivator.
"John, you may not know me, but I remember your name very clearly. I wish I could carve it into my bones!" the man spat, his eyes filled with malice.
John frowned and asked, "Do we have a grudge?"
He was sure he had never seen this man before, especially not in such a disheveled state.
"My name is Kim," the man sneered.
"Kim?" John frowned again.
The man sneered, "Are you confused? Let me give you another hint: Amy is my daughter."
Amy. The name hit John like a hammer.
Kim was the father of Amy—the woman who had married into the Rusell family in the northern part of New York. Initially, when Amy joined the Rusell family, Kim thought the family would rise in status. But then, one afternoon, Amy went mad, and the Rusell family publicly withdrew from New York.
Kim had come to the Rusell family to seek answers, but when they saw him, they treated him like an enemy, beating him up. Later, Amy drowned in a fit of madness.
Kim was devastated by his daughter's death. Then, he found a piece of paper in Amy's room, scribbled with John's name in furious handwriting—so hard that the paper had torn through. At that moment, Kim realized that his daughter's madness had something to do with John.
That was when Kim decided to place the blame for his daughter's death on John.
"So, do you understand why I'm here now?" Kim growled.
His expression was twisted with anger, and his eyes seemed to burn with a primal, furious hunger. It was no longer the face of a father mourning his daughter, but that of someone consumed by rage.
John's face hardened as he retorted, "Your daughter drowned by accident. I'm curious, though, how did you end up like this?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Kim roared, his eyes flashing with hatred. "You drove my daughter mad. If you hadn't, she wouldn't have fallen into the water. Today, I'm sending you to hell to apologize to her!"
Kim's body suddenly erupted in a cloud of black mist that enveloped him entirely, making him appear even more bizarre and otherworldly.
At first, John thought Kim was just a tragic figure, but seeing the eerie expression on his face, he knew this man was far from ordinary.
What was that black mist? Was it a ghost?
A cyan light flashed in between John's brows. He activated Lucifer's Eyes, but instead of revealing anything, he was met with only darkness. Whatever Kim was dealing with, it was something John could not discern.
Whoosh!
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Kim lunged at John, his speed almost ghostly. A cold, oppressive atmosphere seemed to suck the air out of the alley as Kim attacked with blinding force.
John quickly formed a seal with his hand, summoning a cyan rune that flew toward the black mist. However, it had no effect at all, proving that this black mist wasn't something that could be dealt with using conventional cultivator techniques.
"How did he become like this?" John thought, dodging Kim's vicious blows. Kim's fingers, now like razor-sharp blades, tore through the stone walls, creating deep cracks. They then transformed into sharp gusts of wind that rushed toward John.
With a serious expression, John activated his nameless magic skill, and a fierce cyan flame erupted from his palms, directly attacking the black mist on Kim's body.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The flames roared, causing the black mist around Kim to shrink slightly. Seeing this, John pressed forward, igniting another fireball. After a few moments, he heard a screech—an agonizing, high-pitched sound that didn't come from Kim himself but from the black mist!
What in the world was this?
Curiosity deepened within John as he prepared to strike again, but just as he was about to take control of the black mist, it suddenly retreated back into Kim's body.
Bang!
Kim collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
John stepped forward, checking for any signs of life, but found none. He turned the body over and saw that Kim's back had been hollowed out, his bones and organs completely exposed.
It was clear now: the black mist had been using Kim as a vessel, hiding beneath his skin, amplifying his strength.
Kim, devoid of any cultivation abilities, had somehow been able to exhibit power equivalent to a third-level energy-refining cultivator. It was apparent that the black mist had an intelligence of its own—and that was what made it so dangerous.
John's face darkened with concern, but when he reached out to sense the energy, he found no trace of the cold mist. It had gone far away.
After a long moment of contemplation, John summoned a ball of fire and burned Kim's body to ash.
Luckily, the alley was secluded, and no one had been around to witness the strange events. Had there been anyone nearby, they would have been terrified by what they had just witnessed.
