After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 1303: 629 Si Fuqing: Yes, I am the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand [2 more updates] Chapter 1303: 629 Si Fuqing: Yes, I am the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand [2 more updates] Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, saves only upon seeing death.

But whether on the Eternity Continent or in the real world, this title spread far and wide in the martial world because Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand could snatch people right from the hands of their maker.

No, it should be said that even their maker didn’t dare to compete with Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand.

Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand let people live, and their maker had to retreat by threes.

Old Master Yu’s pupils constricted, “What do you mean by that!”

These people, why do they all speak such strange things.

He couldn’t understand at all!

“Want to know how Brother Nine’s leg was healed?” Si Fuqing step forward unrushed.

She smiled, “I healed it.”

Old Master Yu’s heart wrenched painfully, his tone changed, “You… healed it?”

Many national medical sages had declared that Yu Xiheng would be disabled for life.

How could Si Fuqing, a girl not yet twenty years old, possibly heal him!

“Oh, correct, reminded by others, I also cured your grandson’s mutism,” Si Fuqing lazily snapped her fingers, “You’ve been looking for me for so long, I’ve known about it.”

“Watching you spin around like headless flies in the Eternity Continent was quite amusing.”

This sentence was like a thunderclap exploding next to Old Master Yu’s ear.

With a “boom,” his mind went blank, devoid of any thought.

Yu Xiheng had suffered from mutism and, luckily, recovered in the Eternity Continent after meeting Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand. This was known to Old Master Yu.

Old Master Yu’s face turned deathly pale, murmuring, “Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand…”

“Clever.” Si Fuqing smiled warmly, “You say if you had curried favor with Brother Nine, I would have healed you for his sake, but why did you have to let him be aggrieved?”

“When he’s aggrieved, I’m not happy. If I’m not happy, even upon seeing death, I won’t save; do you understand?”

At this moment, a more tumultuous torrent of regret surged forward, nearly leaving Old Master Yu gasping for air, his heart painfully stabbing.

The connections he had exhausted all his efforts to establish, the people he couldn’t afford to hire, yet for Yu Xiheng they were easily reachable.

Yu Xiheng spoke again, “Use the torture.”

This time, Old Master Yu dared not threaten with Yu Qishan anymore.

He began to beg Yu Xiheng, calling out by his nickname, “Little Nine, Dad really knows he was wrong, Dad won’t dare anymore, I can’t endure this old body of mine, please…”

Old Master Yu had been able to lure Yu Qishan to the mansion, precisely by exploiting Yu Qishan’s compassion and emotions.

But Yu Xiheng possessed neither of these.

He simply sat on a high chair, indifferently watching as Old Master Yu begged continuously.

Old Master Yu had miscalculated.

Two bodyguards stepped forward, picking up two long iron hooks, targeting his shoulder bones from left and right.

“Hiss—!”

The sound of flesh tearing and bones being penetrated echoed in the silent hall, accompanied by the heart-wrenching screams of Old Master Yu.

And two seconds before, Yu Xiheng raised his hand, pulling Si Fuqing into his embrace.

He pressed her head against his chest, covering her ears with his hands.

Si Fuqing paused, then spoke softly, “What are you doing, I’m not a child anymore, I’ve seen scenes like this many times.”

“Mm, I know.” His voice came from above her head, she could feel his chest slightly trembling, “If you won’t coddle me, I have to coddle you then.”

He paused, then said in a low voice, “It’s my first time, so I’m still learning.”

Si Fuqing: “…”

No need to learn anymore.

If you get any better, how is anyone else supposed to survive?

She had never seen a man with such extraordinary talent.

Still surrounded by others, Si Fuqing felt her ears grow hot, “Let go of me first.”

“As you wish.” He lowered his hands but did not let her leave.

Gu Huiyan watched, distraught, “Ah…”

His apprentice, the White Cabbage, was just snatched away.

In the center of the hall, Old Master Yu had already endured a round of torture.

The bodyguards of the Thousand Army Alliance showed no mercy, specifically targeting the most painful areas.

The fingers linked to the heart, Old Master Yu cried out again, his screams terribly piercing.

Yet, no one was moved by this.

“You are committing patricide!” Old Master Yu shouted hysterically, “You, you will meet retribution, you…”

Except for Mo Yanwen, Xiao Wenjian, and the Supreme Elder of the Feng family, no one else showed any particular reaction upon hearing this.

Xiao Wenjian’s expression turned somewhat peculiar.

He had almost forgotten that the incompetent and oppressive old emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty was personally slain by Yu Xihang with the Dragon Sparrow Sword.

Before Emperor Yin died, he entrusted this sword to the Thousand Army Alliance and left a decree—

If ever a negligent ruler emerged in Great Xia, the Thousand Army Alliance could use the Dragon Sparrow Sword to decapitate the negligent emperor and establish a new one.

Emperor Yin also left another decree—

No matter who ruled, no foreign tribes were allowed to invade a single inch of Great Xia’s land, nor were the emperor or the eunuchs allowed to oppress the common people.

Xiao Wenjian, watching the man in the dark gray suit, suddenly felt a warmth in his heart and a heaviness in his eyes.

He had done indeed too much, and even in death, he was still protecting the five states of Great Xia.

Hopefully, in this life, he could live peacefully and fulfill his other wishes.

A few minutes later, the screams ceased.

“Brother Nine, family heads and alliance leader, he has passed out.” Shen Ying bowed his head, “What’s next?”

Yu Xihang’s tone was cool, “Wake him up.”

Si Fuqing took a bottle of medicine out of her pocket, threw it onto Old Master Yu, and blinked, “This contains the Wound Medicine I refined. If he can’t hold on, feed him one.”

The casualness in her statement sent a shiver through Shen Ying’s scalp, “Yes, Miss Si.”

“Big brother should have woken up by now.” Si Fuqing stood up, “Brother Nine, let’s go.”

**

Yu Qishan felt as if he had been in a very long dream, where he encountered many demons and ghosts pulling at him, trying to drag him to the other side of the Netherworld.

But just as he was about to be pulled over, a beam of light pierced through the darkness and shattered these demons and ghosts.

He woke up from his dream, gasping heavily and drenched in sweat.

A warm hand steadied his shoulders, which comforted him greatly.

“Big brother.” Yu Xihang said, “Si Fuqing said you were affected by the power of Yin and Yang, nearly pulled to the world of the dead. Drink some medicine to recover.”

Yu Qishan still seemed dazed, touching his head:

When he was trapped in Takeshita Takashi’s array, he thought he was surely doomed.

Before a Master of Yin-Yang, ordinary people stood no chance.

Yet at that moment, although he was afraid, what hurt more was sadness.

Yu Qishan couldn’t believe Old Master Yu actually wanted him dead.

He could indeed do everything to save his parents, but Old Master Yu’s actions utterly chilled his heart.

“…Shi Yan?” Yu Qishan blinked, recognizing the person in front of him, “I… I didn’t die?”

Yu Xihang’s smile was faint, “Si Fuqing is Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, no one dies under her care, big brother rest assured.”