Chapter 26

Chen Ang smiled at the group, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. This was the first time the Cold Damage Art had been tested on a human, and the results were highly significant. A test subject like Zuo Lengshan, with profound internal skills and powerful organ qi, was extremely rare and valuable. Chen Ang would not have gone to Wudang or Shaolin to strike their leaders without good reason.

Therefore, Zuo Lengshan, as a human test subject, held immense importance for him.

"The Six Classics of Differential Diagnosis have indeed reached the pinnacle of current medical science, but the principles of the Six Classics in martial arts and qi cultivation are still not very clear. The external Six Classics in the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases* have been largely completed, but the internal Eight Principles of Differential Diagnosis have only been continued with the Yin and Yang sections. The remaining aspects—Exterior, Interior, Cold, Heat, Deficiency, and Excess—have yet to be elaborated."

Chen Ang frowned, thinking, "With my intelligence alone, dealing with these intricate details is extremely time-consuming. The path of pioneering is not something I can achieve alone. I need to bring more people into the realm of medical martial arts. If I can establish a renowned school like Wudang or Shaolin, the speed of theoretical development will greatly increase."

"Man is the butcher, and I am the fish. Whatever you command, I will comply." Zuo Lengshan's face was ashen, and he staggered, barely managing to support himself against a tree. His body was enveloped in a white, cold aura, and a thin layer of frost had formed on his eyebrows and hair.

Although the Cold Ice Palm was immensely powerful and highly effective against the Star Absorption Technique, such extreme martial arts, once they disrupt the body's balance, cause more severe and rapid damage than in others. In a sense, Chen Ang's martial arts were the nemesis of extreme and perverted martial arts. Any unstable or extreme force would be thoroughly suppressed.

Chen Ang, deep in thought, raised his hand and lightly pressed a palm against Zuo Lengshan's dantian.

"Senior Brother Zuo!" The people on the ground were alarmed and cried out in panic.

Zuo Lengshan waved his hand, signaling that he was fine. Just then, he felt an extremely cold and sinister aura enter his dantian, merging with his internal energy. As a result, the icy symptoms in his body were significantly alleviated.

"Righteousness follows the great path, while perversity follows the crooked path. My *Essential Prescriptions of the Golden Chamber* has both the grand and the shortcut. The cold true energy I just injected into your body is a form of cold syndrome..."

"Cold affects the kidneys first, and when it invades the five organs, it causes pain. If it invades the eight voids, it leads to the accumulation of stagnant blood, which over time becomes a chronic condition. This must be taken seriously!"

Chen Ang quoted a passage from the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases* and explained, "This true energy is of a cold nature and has deeply rooted itself in your body, aligning with the true energy of the Cold Ice Palm. It makes your body's yin and yang qi present a state of cold syndrome, causing you daily suffering. However, the more you appear to be on the verge of death, the stronger your internal energy becomes."

"When the disease reaches a critical stage, only your cold syndrome true energy or my *Essential Prescriptions of the Golden Chamber* can save you. To preserve your life, you must diligently practice and ensure that your true energy always suppresses the cold syndrome. Otherwise, when the cold poison erupts, you will suffer more than death."

Chen Ang looked into Zuo Lengshan's eyes and said, word by word, "If you do not become stronger, you will die! This perverted path, which I call disease true energy, will keep you in a state of constant suffering. Zuo Lengshan, if you want to break this constraint, you must advance the disease true energy to its peak, nourish your body, and become immune to all diseases. Otherwise, you will never escape this restriction."

Zuo Lengshan smiled bitterly as he watched Chen Ang strike each of the others. The thirteen Taibao of Songshan, now pale and trembling, struggled to stand. Just as he was about to speak, a strange itch in his lungs made him cough violently.

"Cough, cough!" Zuo Lengshan bent over in pain, as if he were about to cough up blood. He struck the tree behind him with a palm, and a layer of frost visibly formed on the tree.

"Zuo Lengshan has turned a disaster into a blessing, and his martial arts have greatly advanced!" he said with a self-deprecating smile, looking at the frost on the tree.

Lu Bo, with a twisted face and a drooling mouth, staggered toward Zuo Lengshan. Zuo Lengshan saw the intense light in his eyes and knew that despite his frail appearance, his power was now ten times greater than before.

Ding Mian was also shivering, approaching Zuo Lengshan. His hands twitched uncontrollably, and even Zuo Lengshan could not see his movements.

"Warm diseases, heat diseases, damp diseases, dry diseases, summer heat, wind, cold, and miscellaneous diseases!" Chen Ang looked at the eight men, who appeared to be on the verge of death, and clapped his hands, laughing. "Today, the thirteen Taibao of Songshan have become history. What remains are the Eight Disease True Lords!"

Zuo Lengshan's face was so bitter that it could drop ash. He came to Chen Ang, bowed his head, and said, "The Cold Disease True Lord greets the Master. May I ask how to address the Master?"

"Whatever you like!" Chen Ang did not take his words seriously. Zuo Lengshan, being a ruthless and cunning person, could bend and stretch as needed, enduring what others could not. In a less charitable light, he was a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

Chen Ang had never intended to recruit him as a subordinate. This was not in line with his character and aspirations. Therefore, the Eight Disease True Lords were merely experimental subjects in his pursuit of medical martial arts.

Zuo Lengshan, unaware of Chen Ang's thoughts, quickly led the others to bow before Chen Ang. Chen Ang found this act repulsive and, with a wave of his sleeve, disappeared into the air.

When the eight men looked up, they saw nothing but empty space before them. Chen Ang had vanished without a trace, leaving only the luggage tied to a distant ancient tree as a reminder of his presence.

"Senior... Senior Brother!" Ding Mian clasped his hands and trembled, "W... We... What... What should we do?" The six men behind him looked at Zuo Lengshan with confusion.

"Mr. Chen has left," Zuo Lengshan said, his eyes growing more profound. "From now on, we will respectfully call him the Plague Daoist. We are his Eight Disease True Lords. Remember your place!"

The Plague Daoist! The men smiled bitterly in their hearts. Wasn't this man a plague deity? They all responded in unison, "Yes!"

...

The scene before Chen Ang's eyes changed, and he suddenly appeared in a square steel chamber. He took off his ancient clothing and put on a white lab coat. He frowned at his reflection in the mirror, a young man with long hair, but decided to leave his unruly hair as it was.

However, something else caught his full attention.

"Has the time in different worlds started to synchronize?" Chen Ang frowned, pondering. From the perspective of the感应 between heaven and man to quantum mechanics, he considered dozens of different angles but found that knowledge about space and time was extremely limited. For something as profound and incomprehensible as interdimensional abilities, his current intelligence was not enough to grasp it.

But this was a good thing for Chen Ang, as it meant that his efforts to gather the wisdom of civilizations and worlds and to open a grand path had more favorable conditions. Sowing the seeds of wisdom in one world after another, waiting for them to bloom and bear fruit, and harvesting a complete civilization and system—this path of herding civilizations was still long.

Chen Ang opened the door and walked down the corridor to the base's main hall. A bald researcher saw him and his eyes gleamed with excitement, "Doctor! You're here!"

"Prepare a set of rainforest adventure gear; I need it! Have the Sixth Genetic Laboratory get ready; the third hypothesis material is about to arrive!" Chen Ang instructed crisply. "Also, how many researchers have undergone the overclocking modification?"

The bald, fat man quickly recorded Chen Ang's instructions and looked up, revealing a pair of blue eyes, "Doctor, 1,213 people have completed the modification! Another 82 are waiting, and their emotions are not very stable. They are strongly demanding to enter surgery soon."

"A team of 13 overclocked advisors has been formed, and the expansion of the consortium is unstoppable."

"Excellent!" Chen Ang nodded. "Clean out the parasites, cut off the claws of other consortia. The path of evolution cannot be stopped!"

"Yes!" The bald man's face was filled with fervor. He looked at Chen Ang with intense blue eyes, "Only we are the future of humanity! Those who obstruct the evolution of new humans must be punished. The future is ours, and the present is ours too!"

Feeling more and more like a villain, Chen Ang looked at him in surprise and lightly tapped his chest, sending a cold chill that stabilized the blue in his eyes. "Pay attention to the stability of your overclocked state! Go inject a stabilizer; your emotional backlash is too strong!"

The bald man calmed down and said gratefully, "Yes, Doctor!"

"Notify the combat department to gather two jungle meteorologists, rainforest plant and ecology experts, snake biologists, and most importantly, all genetic biologists from the Sixth Genetic Laboratory!"

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