A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 104 p1

Chapter 104 Part 1

Everyone was stunned. What? A new King of Hell?

So… their ancestor, even after death, wasn’t at peace, using their hard-earned money to build an army and rebel?

The Xuanmen leader was momentarily dazed. Their memories of their ancestor were from the sect’s records, a highly ambitious and driven disciple, dedicated to his career, leading the once-insignificant Xuanmen to greatness, unmarried, childless, his life devoted to his ideals, a role model.

But they hadn’t expected his ambition to extend even to the afterlife.

He even wondered if the promised judgeships were a lie. After all, Yama only had four judges.

But this… felt wrong.

They were overwhelmed by this information.

“Then our ancestor’s… true form… is currently…?” the leader’s voice trailed off, a chill running down his spine.

Today was New Year’s Eve, the gates of hell wide open, most of the underworld’s population in the human world, the perfect opportunity.

Wu Heng said, “He’s probably already in the underworld.”

This ancestor, knowing that chaos in the human world, caused by malicious ghosts, would be seen as Yama’s failure, justifying his removal, a logical move.

He must have known about Wu Heng’s true identity, an ancient shaman doctor, his natural enemy, so he used a projection to distract his descendants, buying time for his true self.

“But… what about Yama? He wouldn’t just sit there and wait, would he?” the leader and the elders couldn’t understand, since ancient times, the world divided into Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang, the underworld, Yama, born from Yin qi, ruler of the underworld’s laws, how could their ancestor, dead for a millennium, overpower him?

Just how ambitious was he?! With that kind of drive, Xuanmen would have ruled the world by now.

They often used their ancestor’s example to motivate their disciples, his merits, his potential for a judgeship in the afterlife, encouraging them to cultivate their own virtues, and their ancestor? Plotting a rebellion.

He didn’t even want a judgeship. He wanted it all.

The leader’s face turned pale. “This… this is treason…”

Chen Zhao muttered, so that’s what he used their money for, start-up funds, a lucrative investment, benefiting all his descendants, a guaranteed return, so he didn’t feel any guilt, but… they hadn’t even agreed!

And most of them in the Xuanmen were decent people.

“We have to stop him!” The leader, his face grim, looking at the darkening sky, “The gates are open during holidays, I’ll perform a ritual and ask Heaven for permission to enter the underworld.”

He felt a sense of foreboding, their ancestor’s ambition too strong to be contained, if he failed… he would sacrifice himself for the sect’s future.

This was a secret technique, asking Heaven for permission to enter the underworld during emergencies, normally only for the most powerful practitioners or Live Impermanences, but…

“Follow me, those who are going.” Wu Heng stood by the well.

Chen Zhao, seeing his master hesitate, “Master, I’ll follow Grandmaster Wu,”

The others, finally understanding, joined hands and, after Wu Heng, their eyes closed, jumped into the well, leaving a few behind to continue fighting the ghosts with the police.

[So much to unpack, a power struggle in the underworld, affecting the human world?]
[Who knows what the new rules will be? Willing to unleash ghosts on the living for his ambitions, this doesn’t bode well.]
[Why didn’t Yama stop him before this? Was he not working for the past decade or so?]

[Xuanmen is trying to redeem themselves. Everyone makes mistakes. Even Tsinghua and Peking University have their share of bad students.]

Shi Zongguang, watching the laggy live stream, his face grim, also thought, who didn’t make mistakes?

He was like the Xuanmen now, trying to fix this world, his fatal flaw, his compassion for his son, that lingering shred of parental love, hoping to raise him as a normal person, and now… a monster.

He had arranged for people to monitor Chengde Medical Clinic, confirming Shi Xuan’s survival, even jumping down a well hadn’t killed him, how could he not be a monster, but he had disappeared these past few days, had he joined forces with other evil creatures?

He called the police, his voice trembling as he said, “I’m reporting my son…”

The underworld, dim and dreary under a green moon.

A few straggling ghosts hurried along the muddy path, muttering to themselves, ‘Hurry, hurry, have to see my family before midnight, the gates will close soon.’

Exhausted Yin messengers leaned against the gates of hell, their eyes drooping.

The Xuanmen ancestor, disguised as an ordinary ghost, calmly returned, entering the underworld.

As he passed the gate, he released the ghosts from his sleeve, then they sped towards the River of Forgetfulness, a cold glint in his eyes.

Beyond the river was the heart of the underworld, the power center, coveted by countless ambitious souls.

Yama was gone. His time had come.

Following the natural order, who could object?

‘Who dares enter without permission…’ the gatekeepers shouted.

Before they could finish, the ghosts he released attacked, a chaotic brawl, screams and wails echoing, these loyal followers, better than his useless descendants.

The ancestor, seeing the dark, imposing hall, no longer felt the earlier urgency, his face pale but his smile smug, he entered, confident, walking towards the ultimate power, the empty hall silent, no lights, confirming Yama’s absence, as he had predicted.

His gaze fixed on the throne, his heart pounding with anticipation, if Yama hadn’t gone through his tribulation, he would never have this opportunity.

Just as his hand reached the throne, a chilling aura, unlike any he had encountered before, a dark, domineering force.

He sensed danger, just as he tried to retreat, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, shrouded in Yin qi.

A young man in a long, dark robe, a twelve-beaded crown, his hand resting on an armrest made from ancient bone, staring at him coldly, his eyes seemed like an abyss.

Seeing him, the Xuanmen ancestor’s smile vanished, he stumbled backward, ‘You… you’re here? In the underworld?!’

Shi Xuan, taking out the black stone seal, “Why shouldn’t I be?”

‘No! Impossible! This can’t be!’ He couldn’t have made a mistake.

Yama’s tribulation, the underworld leaderless but still functioning, the perfect opportunity, malicious ghosts causing chaos in the human world, a new king needed, all part of his plan, years in the making, using his disciples’ money, burnt offerings, building his army of ghosts, then that shaman doctor, his powers returning, a threat, but Yama, his development stunted, an easy target.

Yama, if his mortal body perished, his tribulation failed, he would cease to exist, his removal justified, a new ruler needed.

But what went wrong?

Why was Shi Xuan here in the underworld?

No one knew Yama’s mortal identity. Like Shi Xuan, shrouded in Yin qi, his father convinced he was a monster.

That potent aura would only be seen as evil, to be eradicated.

No one would recognize him, not even himself, how could he tell anyone? And Wu Heng, however powerful, wouldn’t know Yama’s true form either.

Where did he go wrong?

“Want to know?” Wu Heng’s amused voice came from outside the hall.

He entered with the Xuanmen disciples, who were cautiously looking around, having just arrived, The gatekeepers, seeing him, immediately ushered him in, not even questioning his companions, if there was more time, they would even have prepared a sedan chair.

Wu Heng’s gaze, not on the ancestor, but on the figure on the throne, a smile on his lips, so he was right, as he walked towards him, bypassing the ancestor.

“Long time no see, Your Majesty,” he said, thousands of years since his last visit.