Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 951 - 478

The dust lifted by the explosion had not completely settled, and the cave was filled with stone debris and the smell of burning.

Looking at Li Dingjian’s somewhat incomprehensible expression, Ye Zhiran pushed his glasses and continued to explain:

"According to Xuan Zhen’s personality, he wouldn’t be willing to die by my hand, and would definitely send a distress signal to the organization before dying."

"However, I didn’t sense any abnormal spiritual fluctuations."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the corpses on the ground:

"There might be two scenarios in this case."

"Firstly, the Chen Family’s bloodline talent is crucial to their plan of action, plus Xuan Zhen has been secretly plotting for years, so that man simply placed the spiritual marker on Chen Hongye’s physical body."

"Therefore, the matter of Xuan Zhen’s divine soul being destroyed did not catch that man’s attention."

"Secondly, although the Mother Gu of the Myriad Soul Mother Gu Pool was destroyed by me, the scattered Child Gus are still around, giving Xuan Zhen the chance to possess others through the Child Gus..."

"Chen Hongye’s corpse?!"

Li Dingjian’s expression changed dramatically, blurting out.

"Impossible."

Ye Zhiran shook his head, his tone certain:

"The Mother Gu is destroyed, the divine soul severely damaged, and the remaining weak spiritual power of the Child Gus is insufficient to resurrect a corpse."

"Even if he’s an S-Class spiritual ability user, known as the ’Undying Blood Demon,’ he definitely cannot achieve such a near-impossible feat; at most, he can possess a previously mind-controlled target and attempt to seize possession."

Li Dingjian frowned in thought for a moment, then asked:

"Is it possible that the old monster is simply hiding in the Spiritual Secret Realm and not coming out?"

Ye Zhiran looked up at him:

"The Spiritual Secret Realm can indeed host spirits, but it lacks anchors in reality, like a physical body or special containers such as the Myriad Soul Mother Gu Pool. Doing so is akin to slow death."

"With the soul trapped in the Secret Realm for long periods, completely isolated from reality, it will gradually forget itself, be assimilated by the Consciousness World, no different from bones buried in graves..."

At this point, he paused, then added:

"Therefore, every power user who reaches S-Class and successfully establishes a Spiritual Secret Realm will look for suitable containers in advance to prepare for emergencies, to avoid ending up with a scattered soul in times of crisis."

Ye Zhiran casually shared these insights, then continued to examine the corpses of the villagers on the ground.

His fingers lightly brushed over their foreheads, sensing residual spiritual fluctuations.

After checking them, he still found no abnormalities.

Only then did Ye Zhiran stand up, the tight string in his heart finally relaxing, yet he felt inexplicably disappointed.

That man did not appear, and the prepared follow-up plans had no chance to be verified.

At this moment, a chaotic noise vaguely came from outside the cave.

"There’s an earthquake, the mountain god is angry!"

"Something happened at the altar, hurry to the altar..."

The explosion clearly awakened the sleeping birds and beasts in the valley and alerted the remaining villagers in the village.

Li Dingjian listened to the increasingly close chaotic sounds outside and couldn’t help asking:

"Professor, what do we do next?"

Ye Zhiran clapped the dust off his hands, saying expressionlessly:

"Next, clear all the Child Gus left behind by Xuan Zhen, giving him absolutely no chance to rise from the dead."

"Ah!"

Li Dingjian’s heart skipped a beat, thinking about the Child Gus possibly being on those villagers, and he instinctively exclaimed.

Will we have to slaughter the entire village?

He secretly thought to himself, the professor truly has grasped the essence of ruthlessness, intending to ensure all threats are eradicated...

Ye Zhiran seemed to see through his thoughts, glancing at him lightly:

"Do you think I am a murderous demon?"

Seeing Li Dingjian’s evasive gaze, he softened his tone:

"To deal with Xuan Zhen’s kind of evil technique using Gus, there’s no need for large-scale fighting. Just check those villagers one by one and help them clear the negative consciousness and mental suggestions embedded in their brains."

"Once this is done, we will immediately return to Tian Nan Province, go to the Chen Family, and resolve the final hidden threat."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the exit of the cave, his steps steady and determined.

Li Dingjian breathed a sigh of relief and followed closely behind.

The two exited the cave, their figures quickly blending into the night.

Only the ruins of the altar buried deep in the mountain remained, with torchlights gradually approaching.

.........

Early in the morning.

Tian Nan Province, Cui City Hospital VIP lounge.

The lights were bright and warm yellow, with a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

Fang Cheng, Lin Chuqiao, Bai Ling, and Pan Wendi sat around a small table.

The four of them did not speak, their expressions appearing unusually focused.

Lin Chuqiao held a ballpoint pen, quickly sketching on a piece of white paper.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle with bright stars, displaying an extraordinary aura.

At the same time, the tip of the pen moved lightly across the paper, making a soft rustling sound.

The lines were chaotic but seemed to follow some mysterious pattern.

As the pen strokes extended, a scene with a comic-like style gradually emerged on the paper.

Suddenly, she stopped the pen and pushed the piece of paper to the center of the table.

"What is this?"

Pan Wendi and Bai Ling curiously leaned over to take a closer look.

Fang Cheng also turned his gaze towards the paper.

On the white paper, a sinister and weird scene was outlined.

In the dark cave, torches flickered.

Many corpses clad in traditional ethnic attire lay on the ground.

There was also an altar, piled with eerie white bones, capturing the moment it was blown apart into fragments.

On the dark red pool at the top of the altar, a painfully twisted human face could vaguely be seen.