Urban Super Medical Sage

Ghost Red Mountain.

On a mountainside platform.

Su Chen remained motionless.

He seemed to have no eyes, no sense, no hearing, etc. In any case, even as the cries of astonishment came from the foot of the mountain, he appeared not to hear, as if completely unaware that thousands of the red were already approaching him.

Su Chen's expression remained unbelievably calm as he raised his head to enjoy the beautiful mountain scenery beneath Ghost Red Mountain.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."

A few breaths later, those 'reds' came closer, clustering together like a sea of crimson water, writhing and surging from all directions, engulfing the sky, bloody and dripping, beginning to cover and envelop Su Chen.

In an instant, the area where Su Chen stood also rapidly turned crimson red!!!

First, Su Chen's feet, then his head, arms, waist, chest, etc., all were quickly and ruthlessly immersed.

It was silent, yet hauntingly, hauntingly clear.

And from start to finish, Su Chen did not move at all, not even a struggle.

"Kid, you damn well run!" Li Buxiu roared, his voice filled with angry shouts, although he knew that whatever Su Chen did now, it was over, it was too late. But countless 'reds' were already upon him. Even if Su Chen struggled a bit, it would bring Li Buxiu some consolation, a glimmer of hope, yet Su Chen remained... motionless! This was suicide! To be drowned by the red, in some sense, was even more certain than suicide!

Behind Li Buxiu, among the sea of disciples watching, someone finally started whispering:

"Could it be that he's already a dead man since he stepped onto Ghost Red Mountain? He hasn't moved at all; I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me."

"Truly tragic! He's about to be completely engulfed!"

"He's lost the best chance to escape, and now, not even a deity descending from heaven could save him. There's no one to blame but himself; he's the one who gave up on himself."

"Someone like him can become a Six-Star Disciple? Can become a disciple of the Master of a Lineage? Haha..."

"It's better if he's dead; daring to have designs on Miss Xue, dying this way is too easy on him."

......

"Is he just going to die like this?" In the crowd, Xue Hanyue was somewhat wistful, murmuring to herself as she watched in person Su Chen being engulfed by the ocean of 'red', feeling something indistinct and inexplicable.

"Of course, he's dead. How could he escape from the encirclement of countless 'reds'?" Beside Xue Hanyue, Chen Zong said calmly, his tone indifferent, yet if listened closely, there was a coldness and schadenfreude in his voice.

To be completely engulfed by 'red', it could be ten million 'red', maybe more.

Anyway, Su Chen was utterly drowned by the 'red'.

In such a situation, not to mention Su Chen, even his mother, the Pavilion Master, even Zhao Funí would be suffocated by the 'red' and inevitably meet death, let alone a young lad in the Fixed Character Eternal Domain.

"......" Xue Hanyue was silent. She didn't rebut, nor did she know how to rebut. She quietly stared at the mountainside.

"Elder Yon..." In the air, Ling Tuanzhi finally spoke, disappointment and dissatisfaction seeping from his cold expression. Whether Zhao Funí or Elder Yon, they were so confident, so full of hope and anticipation for Su Chen. And what was the result?

Moreover, Ling Tuanzhi also heard from Elder Yon that to recruit Su Chen into the Xuanshi Divine Pavilion, the Pavilion directly engaged in undying conflict with Jiucang and Taiyuan, paying an unimaginable price.

The result was... this?!

A lad facing the 'red', directly checked out mentally, without even the ability to resist, destined to die? If it weren't for Zhao Funí and Elder Yon's high strength and status, he would have berated and questioned harshly.

In his heart, there was practically an urge to curse, feeling stifled!

"Let's see." Elder Yon smiled bitterly; how could he not feel stifled, cursing inwardly? He had pinned such high hopes, yet the result... now, he could only brace himself and hope for a miracle to occur, although he knew very well that with Su Chen engulfed by the 'red', no miracle was possible. After all, even if he couldn't do it himself, how could Su Chen?

"Oh." Ling Tuanzhi almost burst a blood vessel; truly, one wouldn't give up till reaching the Yellow River! Elder Yon, even at this moment, was unwilling to admit his mistake? Still wanted to push through? Okay, it's just a little more time anyway. Well, once Su Chen is entirely dead and becomes a corpse, then we talk.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Tuanzhi forced down the stifling anger in his heart, continuing to watch the mountainside.

At this moment.

The sea of 'red' on the mountainside grew even denser!!!

Sanguine and slightly eerie.

The 'reds' were indeed far too many, as though every single one hidden within the mountain had emerged.

Moreover, all the 'reds' moved toward the area where Su Chen was, causing the engulfed area to become increasingly 'inflated with red', increasingly 'dripping with scarlet', and increasingly 'thick and surging', making scalps tingle.

Time.

Passed second by second.

At the foot of the mountain, the atmosphere was strange.

And as the person involved, Su Chen, in fact, still stood there; only, he was buried by the 'red', unseen by others, and he himself could actually see nothing either. He seemed to have fallen into a blood pool, his vision filled with blood-red, oppression looming.

And, very pressing.

It was as if several massive mountains were pressing upon him from all directions. If not for his terrifying physical strength, just this ever-increasing pressure would have turned him into a pile of broken bones and flesh by now?

And besides the power of compression, more terrifying was suffocation.

He couldn't draw even a wisp of air.

If this state continued, any martial cultivator would die, and Su Chen could at best only hold on for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Big Brother, when you feel you can't hold on any longer, start devouring the 'red'. For now, just keep waiting, hehe, there are still more 'red' to throw themselves at you." Xi said with a smile.

"Mm!" Su Chen nodded calmly, maintaining his composure, not rushing, not panicking.

Time continued to flow.

Soon.

It was about to reach the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

At the foot of the mountain, up to now, none of the watching disciples had left.

But, some disciples had already begun confidently speaking:

"That kid is already dead, right?"

"Why hasn't the 'red' tide receded?"

"Magnificent!!! It's so magnificent!"

"One person, attracting a million 'red'? Ten million 'red'? The way that kid died, it's quite unique."

"This kid will be remembered in the history of the Xuanshi Divine Pavilion, too bizarre, choosing this way to commit suicide? Too unexpected."

......

In these voices of discussion.

Ling Tuanzhi frowned, growing anxious and feeling like his time was being wasted.

He stood there stubbornly watching for nearly the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, clearly, the outcome was already determined.