Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1509: Right in the Feels, Grandpa

Ye Xuan extended his warm and substantial hand towards Liu Ying.

A more radiant smile graced Liu Ying’s lips, yet as she beamed, tears inevitably welled in her beautiful eyes.

Handing her own hand to Ye Xuan, Liu Ying spoke through her tears, a smile playing on her face, "Ye Xuan, take your woman and depart from this place."

Ye Xuan gave a nod in agreement.

The two of them departed, their hands clasped together.

All those present could only watch them leave, none daring to utter a sound or step forward to impede their departure.

It wasn't until they had driven away in that nondescript pickup truck that the hall, now strewn with bodies, slowly began to stir with a semblance of life once more.

The hundreds of individuals present seemed to experience a rebirth, their hearts filled with elation yet unable to quell the persistent tremors of fear.

Dead. Every single one of them was deceased.

Wang Shaoyang had met his end, as had Zhao Yunfei and his son.

Following this blood-soaked engagement banquet, no one dared, or could even begin, to fathom the terrifying storm of blood and rain that would inevitably erupt.

All they knew was that from this day forward, the world would be plunged into turmoil, an era of utter chaos.

...

Just a few days prior, it had been a jubilant occasion for both the Wang and Liu Families. Wang Shaoyang had extended invitations to countless young scions of influential families, intending to host a magnificent engagement banquet. Naturally, the patriarchs of the Wang and Liu Families could not remain uninvolved.

Wang Qianjun invited Liu Qiankun to his residence as a distinguished guest. They shared tea, engaged in pleasant reminiscence, and discussed the impending union of Wang Shaoyang and Liu Ying.

Ultimately, they reached a solemn agreement: in precisely one month, Wang Shaoyang and Liu Ying would be wed!

With the arrangements settled, their conversation drifted to more casual topics.

As if recalling something pertinent, Liu Qiankun chuckled and inquired, "Brother Qianjun, I heard that Ye Xuan, that young man, rushed to Yanzi City upon learning of the impending marriage between our two families. Is this indeed true?"

Wang Qianjun offered a faint smile and confirmed, "It is true."

Liu Qiankun’s brow furrowed slightly. "That individual from the Western battlefield, known by the moniker the Black Emperor, is not to be trifled with. Could his sudden appearance not potentially incite some form of disturbance?"

"Brother Qiankun, please be at ease. My son had foreseen this possibility long ago and sought the assistance of the Zhao Family from the martial arts world even before Ye Xuan set foot in Yanzi City."

Wang Qianjun continued with a confident smile, "The Wang Family readily agreed to a two-thirds increase in our annual tribute to secure the presence of Elder Zhao Yunfei and his son. With them in attendance, I doubt Ye Xuan would dare to cause any mischief."

"Zhao Yunfei and his son?" Upon hearing this, Liu Qiankun appeared momentarily taken aback, then erupted into hearty laughter. "That is truly excellent, exceptionally excellent! With Zhao Yunfei and his son present, should Ye Xuan dare to instigate trouble, we can seize this opportunity to eliminate him permanently and avert any future repercussions!"

Wang Qianjun simply smiled, without uttering a word, his confidence in their victory absolute.

Their gazes shifted outward, and the two seasoned strategists peered through the window. By now, regardless of whether Ye Xuan had appeared to disrupt the proceedings or not, the engagement banquet should surely have concluded.

Suddenly, frantic shouts pierced the air from outside.

"Master, something terrible has transpired, something utterly disastrous!"

The sound of these panicked cries caused Wang Qianjun and Liu Qiankun’s smiling countenances to freeze.

They exchanged a look, a profound sense of dread washing over both of them.

Wang Qianjun rose abruptly to his feet, his imposing six-foot-three frame exuding an aura of authority at all times.

The source of the shouting, the elderly housekeeper of the Wang Family, had already burst into the room.

Wang Qianjun’s brow furrowed as he spoke in a cold tone, "You are in a state of panic. What has occurred to cause such alarm?"

The old housekeeper immediately fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he choked out, "They are dead, Master, all of them are dead!"

"What?"

Both Wang Qianjun and Liu Qiankun were struck with shock.

Wang Qianjun was the first to regain his composure, calmly inquiring, "Explain your words with clarity. Who has perished?"

"Master Zhao Yunfei and Young Master Zhao Zheng!" the housekeeper declared. "And over a hundred of our Wang Family’s most skilled experts, all deceased!"

Initially, not every single one of the Wang Family’s experts had been killed, but even those who survived had sustained severe injuries. Now, all of them were no more.

Liu Qiankun’s brow knitted together, his face draining of color. "Then... my son Haoyang, how is he?"

The old housekeeper replied, "Young Master Liu Haoyang... is also dead!"

Liu Qiankun’s eyes widened, his pupils constricting to pinpricks. He stood dumbfounded, rooted to the spot.

When an individual's spirit endures too great a shock in a brief period, it invariably becomes numb, rendering the entire world a blank void.

Upon hearing the devastating news of Liu Haoyang’s demise, Wang Qianjun’s face contorted as well, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "Then... what about Wang Shaoyang? Is Wang Shaoyang still alive?"

"The young master... the young master also..." The old housekeeper was overcome with emotion, unable to articulate the words clearly.

No further explanation was necessary; Wang Qianjun understood.

Instantly, both he and Liu Qiankun’s eyes shot wide open, their pupils shrinking to pinpricks, a look of utter numbness and disbelief plastered across their faces, incapable of regaining composure for a considerable duration. The entire tea house was enveloped in a profound silence. After what felt like an eternity, a sound broke the stillness. Poof! Liu Qiankun’s eyes seemed ready to pop out of their sockets, his chest suddenly constricting, causing blood to surge to his face and erupt from his mouth. Poof! Almost immediately following, Wang Qianjun’s body stiffened as well, his hand clutching his chest as blood poured from his lips. Their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed heavily onto the ground, losing consciousness right then and there. Right up until the very moment they fell, a single name reverberated relentlessly in their minds: Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan!

... Tonight was undeniably poised to be a night devoid of sleep. A heavy snowfall descended, augmenting the already substantial accumulation of snow blanketing the Li Family manor. Beneath the subdued illumination, all was rendered in pristine white. Old Master Li was once again burning the midnight oil. Clad in a thick, cotton-lined jacket, he sat at the entrance of a small structure, his gaze fixed upon the gently falling snowflakes. Lost in contemplation, he remained utterly still for an extended period, patiently observing. Li Tianhao stood by the old man’s side, his countenance etched with helplessness and worry. "Grandfather, it’s nearly 2 AM. Won’t you retire for the night? Regardless of the unfolding events at Wang Shaoyang’s engagement banquet, our presence here won’t alter anything. If you don’t get some rest, and my elder sister returns, I’ll inevitably face another scolding!" Old Master Li cast a stern look at Li Tianhao, his displeasure evident. "Aren’t you practically asking for a scolding?" Li Tianhao appeared wronged. "What transgression have I committed?" "Incompetence is the transgression!" the old master rebuked him sharply. "As the heir to the Li Family, you fritter away your days in idleness, indulging in hedonistic pursuits, forcing your sister, a mere woman, to bear the weight of your responsibilities. Is this grievous error not sufficient?" "I..." Tears began to well up in Li Tianhao’s eyes. *I’ve been striving my utmost, I genuinely wish to alleviate my sister’s burdens, but my own capabilities fall short. What else can I possibly do?* The old master suddenly let out a sigh, tilting his head to gaze at the heavens with a somber expression. "As the relentless currents of the Yangtze River propel each other forward, why is it that Ye Xuan can accomplish everything, while the descendants of my Li Family appear so utterly mediocre?" Li Tianhao: "..." *That remark truly stings, Grandpa!* The old master then lowered his gaze once more, murmuring to himself, "The confrontation tonight, should Ye Xuan falter, the halcyon days for the Li Family will draw to a definitive close..." Footsteps echoed from a distance, gradually drawing nearer. Both Old Master Li and Li Tianhao concurrently raised their heads, their gazes shifting towards the approaching figure. A woman of breathtaking beauty materialized before them. In the entirety of the Li Family, who else but Li Xiyuan could possibly command such an exquisite presence?