The Invincible Supreme Medical God

"Now your soul is weak enough for me to take over your body. I like that you are not an old expert, but a brilliant young genius. Now is my second spring, time to become a renowned figure in this world! I need to gain power to avenge those who killed me!"

Due to the immense pressure on his soul, Yan Xiaobao did not notice the voice or any sound he made. He used everything within his body to try to suppress the darkness appearing around him.

"Just a moment, and I can take over your body," the soul fragment said impatiently, laughing. After Yan Xiaobao collapsed on the floor, he opened his eyes and stood up as if nothing could suppress him at all.

"This body is not suitable for you," a different voice, full of arrogance, came from Yan Xiaobao’s mouth. This voice clearly belonged to Lan Feng, who had taken over the body. Although he was slightly influenced by the music box, it was completely different from Yan Xiaobao’s level of influence.

The moment Lan Feng appeared, Little Huli began to make louder noises than before, and she jumped onto the ground in front of him. Her fur stood on end as she bared her teeth at the old man created by the soul fragment.

Seeing Little Huli accuse her of this, the deceased expert was truly shocked. They had experienced Hell and came back together, but now the beast had completely turned on him.

Moreover, his once confidently powerful music box suddenly failed to suppress this person in front of him, causing him to suddenly feel fear.

The deceased expert was not even afraid when he suffered fatal injuries. He knew the music box had the potential to revive him. By creating a massive tomb, it would undoubtedly be discovered one day, and when noticed, the world’s top experts would gather. By setting traps, he could eliminate lower-ranked experts, ensuring only elites could reach the innermost part of his tomb. As long as an elite arrived, the deceased expert would be satisfied.

Unfortunately, the person who appeared was no ordinary expert but one with multiple souls. Although Yan Xiaobao was indeed affected by the music box, he now had the ability to fight against it, as his merging with the wolf and monk had strengthened his soul, not to mention the souls he absorbed during the war. He had wiped out a small army.

The battle against darkness quickly turned into twilight, and a few minutes later, as Yan Xiaobao regained control of his soul, the darkness completely disappeared. The music box continued to play, but unlike the previous sweet and comforting sounds, it could do nothing to threaten Yan Xiaobao’s soul now.

"I get it, so becoming your successor was nothing more than finding a host for your damaged soul," Yan Xiaobao said as he looked at the mist in front of the monument around his neck.

"You are nothing more than a fragment of a long-dead soul. Although your soul managed to remain here, your power has long faded into the air. You pose no threat to me, and I have no interest in fighting you. Letting you remain in this tomb for the rest of your life is fine by me." Yan Xiaobao said, grabbing the music box and shutting it off. He placed it on the storage stone and looked at the mist filled with suspicion and sadness.

"I’ll take this as compensation for trying to deceive me," he said before turning away. Little Huli jumped off the ground, landed on Yan Xiaobao’s shoulder, and nuzzled his neck. As Yan Xiaobao descended the stairs, she started to purr.

Yan Xiaobao had been at the top of the stairs for several hours, during which time his friends had been pacing back and forth at the foot of the stairs. When they saw Yan Xiaobao descending, they felt relieved. It was clear they hadn’t heard what the soul fragment had said.

"I was paying my respects to the tomb’s master," Yan Xiaobao explained the reason for his absence. However, he did not explain what had transpired. As they exited through the room’s door, he motioned for his friends to follow him. In total, there were four doors. Two were closed, and two were open. There was a door to the east, a door to the west, a door to the north, and a door to the south. The southern and eastern doors were already open. The southern door was the entrance to the room they had passed through upon arrival. The eastern door led to where another group of experts was located in the treasury.

After thinking for a while, Yan Xiaobao looked at the west and north doors before making a decision. "Xiao Ning, you take the other three guys into the north door, and I’ll go through the west door. When we’ve finished collecting treasures, we’ll share the loot equally among everyone. This way, we can acquire a lot of treasures without worrying about other groups taking them."

Hearing the words "equally share the loot," their hearts filled once again with gratitude. They happily rushed to the north door, immediately opened it, and entered the darkness.

Watching his friends disappear into the darkness, Yan Xiaobao stood still for a moment. Although he was busy collecting treasures, he quickly scanned his Lower Dantian.

The green pearl transformed into a woman, sitting in the cave where the green pearl was originally located. Wu Wei’s wings gleamed, while the red gemstone in the last open cave shimmered as if reflecting sunlight. These lives within him were truly challenging, but they also brought significant benefits to him.

Sighing, Yan Xiaobao withdrew his consciousness from the Lower Dantian and began moving toward the west door. As he approached the door, he opened it and stepped into the darkness.

Opening the west door, Yan Xiaobao found himself facing a pitch-black room. From his storage stone, he took out some light stones, throwing three into the room while holding one in his hand.

Looking at the now dimly lit room, Yan Xiaobao saw various mountain ranges inside. As he walked inside, he suddenly felt a surge of energy rushing towards him, as some energy rapidly targeted him with spears and arrows.

Although this energy was powerful, Yan Xiaobao’s internal energy was stronger. He channeled his martial power, imitating Xiao Ning and creating a shield in front of him. He poured it out layer by layer, reinforcing each other until forming a barrier.

Once the barrier was formed, the first arrow reached Yan Xiaobao. With a loud crash, the barrier vibrated like the arrow, with spears crashing violently against it. Although the barrier flickered, Yan Xiaobao continuously channeled Wu Wei to repair the shield.

The rain of arrows and spears lasted for half an hour. Although it seemed long, it was not a real challenge for Yan Xiaobao, as he had plenty of martial power.

Once the rain of arrows and spears abated, Yan Xiaobao stepped into the vault, where various treasures awaited him. A heap of red pills was the first to vanish into his storage stone. Next came a heap of white pills, followed by golden pills. All were stored away for safekeeping.

Another pile of treasures caught Yan Xiaobao’s attention. It was a heap of jade artifacts and bottles, and after careful examination, he discovered they were medicinal herbs. Even Yan Xiaobao could not suppress the joy and slight greed that emerged in his heart, so he placed these splendid herbs and plants aside for safekeeping.

Walking into the room, Yan Xiaobao obtained various potions and pills he had never seen before. He discovered valuable metals and forged weapons. He found a furnace for forging and a large cauldron for refining pills.

"I believe Cou Ling would find this furnace interesting," he murmured as he swept through the room. Soon, he had secured everything in sight, yet he sensed there was more to the room, something the tomb’s owner had hidden well.

Inspecting every inch of the room, he finally noticed the inscription pattern carved at the top of the room, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t break it.

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Suddenly, hearing a quiet chirping, the little fox on his shoulder stood on its hind legs, its front paws touching the inscription pattern above. With a few whistles from the fox, the inscription began to light up.

Once the inscription illuminated, the lines forming it began to move around like snakes until the pattern unraveled and vanished in all directions.

As the snake-like pattern of the inscription disappeared, the room began to rumble. In the center, a stone pillar rose from the ground. Atop this pillar lay an object, a small jade bottle. Inside appeared to be three drops of blood.

There were no indications of what this blood was or where it came from, but considering the efforts to conceal it, Yan Xiaobao could only assume it was indeed valuable.

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