Blood Emperor's Lazy Doctor [Hiatus]

Laughingly, Hong Luo stands up and walks over to the man, crouching to her knees, staring right at him with a heart warming smile. This mans reaction was too cute, I almost want to flick his forehead. Despite that wooden expression, that movement was so human. Maybe he isn't a god?

She couldn't help but to chuckle. "There's nothing on your face."

He involuntarily trembles. His heart felt oddly itchy. Starting intently at her, the dim light, that seemed ready to go out, began wavering in and out. His sparking eyes, a mercurial flame that can't decided what to think.

Hong Luo coughs awkwardly stopping her own thoughts before she acted on them and actually flicks him. He's not her Little Soul, she can't just flick him haphazardly. Warmly she says, "Now that I've rested, let's finish your treatment. Stretch out both of your hands for me."

Unconsciously nodding, he follows along with her directions. Furrowing his brows, unsure as to what she plans to do. All of his wounds have been meticulously mended already. What else could...

He was befuddled. Could she be talking about that? No even if she has some skills, she couldn't be able to... Trembling at the thought, his emotionless face cracks then shatters. He was flashing through waves of disbelief, hope, yearning, and fear. His complex feelings were on full display.

Hong Luo witnessed all of this. Momentarily startled, she sighs inwardly. Good, he isn't a god. Her impression returns to earth, breathing some much needed fresh air. ( ' ▽ ' )ﾉ

I'm relieved. It would be disheartening if I treated him and he didn't have the emotions to express. It's a doctors greatest joy...eh. Or well it's my greatest joy to see my patients leave behind their despair, reveling in the bliss of escaping their pain. Specially those who have long been stuck in that abyss.

Her smile deepening, her eyes becoming even more gentle. So much so that even a dying man would revive upon a glance, being soaked in the worlds sweetest honey.

How could the man in front of her, who has long lost his sense of control, remain unaffected? That itch in heart grew more intense. His emotions which he believed were long lost, that were balancing on a high wire, have now blanked out. He became engulfed in an endless sea of warmth. The feelings of anticipation, longing, and dependence, which were thought to long have vanished, burst out anew within. His eyes stared deep into hers.

Forgetting this girl was but a child, he doesn't care. Hope is a strange thing after all. When it's gone, all is dark but you can still see clearly, making decisions without the weight of emotions. Yet when it returns, a light as bright as the sun blinds what's in front of you, making one so happy, even if the truth was right before their eyes, not even a corner could be seen.

Witnessing all these emotions, Hong Luo can tell this man has suffered for a long time. This deepens her resolve to fully cure him.

Taking hold of both of his wrist with the utmost care, Hong Luo peers into his body. Scanning every inch, searching for that mysterious force, leading her to his dantian.

Sending her spirit force inside, she's greeted with an endless darkness, with multiple cracks spreading out. This has to be caused by that force. The damage is extensive.

Her heart aches. The amount of suffering is unimaginable. Her eyes become red holding back the surge.

Proceeding deeper inside, spreading out her spirit force, in hopes to cover the whole dantian.

Then suddenly she's stopped by a spirit shocking roar, catching her off guard.

"Dammit! It's a poison spirit, and a strong one too!"

A poison spirit is a deadly poison that has taken on a conscious. This usually occurs when the poison is left untreated for long periods of time. That is if it doesn't kill the patient first.

The roar sends out a spirit attack against Hong Luo. Ruthless and overbearing, causing her to slightly tremble. Blood which threatened to journey up her throat, is held back down, almost instantly.

This force, equivalent to being hit by a mountain, would normally cause a cultivators spirit to go through soul shock. If the spirit wasn't strong enough, and fast enough, their soul would shatter, ending their cycle of reincarnation.

But who is Hong Luo? She is the death defier, Mozen! Who also has one more identity, as a Spirit Master! Her mental fortitude that followed back through time, is beyond this spirits comprehension.

The god of war grits his teeth, his eyes which had gained back their life tremble as he watches her. Knowing all too well there is nothing he can do. Did he put too much forward, only to lose once again?

While the god of war is plagued by his own weakness, Hong Luo's lips unexpectedly curve into a confident smile, a confidence that stems from her bones. This causes his trembling eyes to glisten.

Inside his dantian, standing strong, shrouded in a blurry mist of energy, the darkness unable to hinder her at all. One hand gripping her c.h.e.s.t and the other pointing out to the darkness with contempt, "Such a puny spirit attack. Do you think you can make this doctor's soul shatter? You court death!"

The poison spirit likely understood her, seeing how it snorted in contempt.

Freeing one of her hands from the god of war's wrist, Hong Luo channels and redirects the spirit attack through her body. Flowing from her c.h.e.s.t, to her shoulders, past her elbows, into her freed hand. The moment it reached her palm, she smashed her fist into the ground. The energy burst out, cracking the ground, disintegrating a few dozen trees in its wake.

Locked on to her, unwilling to let go as he watches this young girl who looks no older than twelve. His mind spins. Who is this girl, how does she have such a formidable spirit at such a young age?

What she just did may have looked easy and harmless, but it was nothing but. Manipulating a malicious energy and redirecting it without a single mistake, expending it outwards. It takes absolute control and precision to accomplish. This is the skill of an expert spirit master. What kind of genius is this? To reach this level of skill would take decades to develop. Don't even mention this infertile land, her age alone should make this impossible.

After dispersing the spirit attack, Hong Luo grabs his wrist again, diving head first back into his dantian.

Hong Luo reconnects her voice to Little Soul, [Little Soul, prepare the material for the 'Heaven and Earth Reversal Array.' I refuse to let this damn poison spirit have another good day!]

Little Spirit, who was disparaging over his mistress' tofu being eaten, eyes shined at the sound of her voice. Full of excitement, and ruthlessness, [Understood mistress! Go whoop some a.s.s my mistress! My mistress is the queen of spirit energy, how dare that piece of trash challenge you, such an obvious attempt at courting death. Go give it what it's begging for!]

Yes mistress Mozen, that tofu eating fool, go kick his butt! Little Soul was so happy, who let that fool touch his mistress! He rushed off to get the material in record speed, not knowing his thoughts were way off track.

(Author's note: Eaten tofu, means inappropriate skin contact.)

She lightly chuckles, her kind smile reverses into an apathetic frown, her eyes flash with a bone chilling light. A laid back noble aura seeping out as she peers at the poison spirit, suppressing it with an authority of a valiant queen, sitting atop her thrown.

With each step she takes, her spirit energy rises, lighting up the darkness. Revealing the shape of the poison spirit, and the slowly deteriorating dantian.

"A dragon?" looking over every inch of the spirit. Compared to her, its size is that of a mountain. Sporting black scales, that don't reflect, two horns crowning its head, a pair of long ink wings, a mane of spikes, and lightning deep violet eyes.

Enlightened, raising a brow, her voice emotionless and drawled. "I see, not just any dragon, but a devil dragon. No wonder you have such arrogance."

From inside her mind, Little soul calls out, [Mistress It's ready!]

Too lazy to continue looking, releasing an inert sigh. Reluctantly she speaks, "but even so, it will end all the same."

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Author's note: In case of theft. This is an original -English- novel done by yours truly [MyKataren]. This author will state here and now, oh ye thief of old, thanks for the free advertis.e.m.e.nt!

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