Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1521: May Hell Be Without Ye Xuan

"What exactly do you mean by ’however I want’?" Ye Xuan's laughter echoed, "You ought to inquire about the intentions of your Liu Family. My arrival here was meant with good intentions for a visit, yet you treat me with such disdain. Is this how your Liu Family shows hospitality?"

"While my youngest daughter may be spoiled, she is not unreasonable," Liu Qiankun stated. "Your attendance at our Liu Family's funeral, adorned in such bright and cheerful attire, is already a grave insult. Should we now be expected to apologize and confess our ignorance of etiquette because we declined your visit?"

"Patriarch Liu, you misunderstand!" Ye Xuan countered, "One should not judge solely by outward appearances. You observe our bright clothing, but you are unaware of the circumstances behind our choice. Truth be told, the snow has yet to fully melt, and numerous clothing establishments remain shuttered, leaving us with no alternative."

"Arriving clad in garments, regardless of their nature, is undeniably more appropriate than appearing in the nude, wouldn't you agree? As for the floral tributes, the situation is identical. All the flower shops are closed; we were left with no other recourse."

"Unless, of course... you would consider postponing the funeral by a mere two days. Upon our subsequent arrival, I assure you, the circumstances will be quite different!"

To speak utter rubbish with a straight face – what does that entail?

This, precisely, is what it entails!

A collective gasp of stunned silence swept through the crowd.

Ye Xuan, you are truly courting disaster!

Even Liu Qiankun, upon hearing Ye Xuan's audacious declaration, remained frozen in astonishment for a considerable duration, his faculties momentarily suspended.

This individual is infuriating, profoundly infuriating!

After what felt like an eternity, Liu Qiankun finally regained his composure. He subtly clenched his fist, his gaze fixed intently upon Ye Xuan as he pronounced, "As you contend, I perceive only your outward presentation and am indifferent to the underlying reasons. The deceased hold paramount importance; your presence at my son's funeral in such a manner constitutes a grievous affront to him and a profound humiliation to my Liu Family. My family unequivocally rejects this!"

"Rejects?" Ye Xuan's eyes narrowed into a smile, "Patriarch Liu, pray do not misconstrue my benevolent intentions."

Liu Qiankun: "I must insist you both depart!"

Ye Xuan chuckled, "Are you quite certain?"

Liu Qiankun: "I implore you, depart immediately!"

Ye Xuan offered no verbal response.

A broad grin stretched across his face, his eyes crinkling.

He brought his foot down with a decisive stomp.

Boom!

A thunderous, earth-shattering sound reverberated through the air.

He stomped his foot once more.

The ground fractured to a depth of three feet!

Instantly, the entire assembly fell into a profound silence.

Every gaze converged, as if magnetically drawn, to Ye Xuan's feet. They fixated on the fractured earth, the deep and menacing fissures, leaving all utterly speechless, their faces drained of color.

This ground was composed of solid rock, at least half a meter thick!

A single stomp had caused such devastation.

What caliber of strength was this?

How utterly terrifying was this display?

If such a stomp were to befall a person, could anyone possibly survive?

In that moment, countless individuals felt a shiver course down their spines. Despite their understanding that Ye Xuan posed no immediate threat if they maintained their decorum, witnessing such raw power instilled a palpable sense of dread within their hearts.

This was unimaginably frightening!

Liu Qiankun, observing this spectacle, knitted his brows deeply, his expression darkening: "What is the meaning of this demonstration?"

"Nothing in particular, truly. I simply possess immense strength and needed a minor release," Ye Xuan shrugged, his eyes twinkling with a smile. "Patriarch Liu, should I happen to engage your Liu Family's Imperial Guard in combat, who do you envision emerging victorious?"

Liu Qiankun's lips twitched involuntarily. "Are you issuing a threat?"

"A threat? This is hardly a threat," Ye Xuan vigorously shook his head. "I seldom resort to threats unless confronting an individual who commands my respect in terms of power. Do you possess such formidable might?"

Liu Qiankun remained conspicuously silent, as every soul present was acutely aware of his true capabilities.

"You are not formidable," Ye Xuan continued with unwavering confidence. "To speak plainly, if I were to assert my will and forcefully enter today, what recourse would you possibly have?"

"You..."

The sheer audacity of Ye Xuan's words left Liu Qiankun on the verge of spitting blood from sheer exasperation.

This was far too excessive, intolerably so!

If Ye Xuan truly had the intent to force his way, what could Liu Qiankun possibly do? Even should the Liu Family's Imperial Guard be summoned, or should esteemed experts from Qingcheng Mountain be called upon, an ordinary martial artist would be powerless against him!

A member of the Liu Family, seemingly driven to a point of desperation, suddenly exclaimed, "Forcible entry is an illegal act, Patriarch! Summon the authorities and have him apprehended. Regardless of his prowess, can he possibly defy the law?"

At these words, Liu Qiankun felt as though he would truly spit blood.

How utterly humiliating, how profoundly shameful!

To resort to calling the police demonstrated an extreme level of incompetence. What kind of esteemed entity was the Liu Family, if faced with a single individual accompanied by Ye Xuan, they could only stand by helplessly and dial the emergency services? If such news were to spread, it would bring infinitely greater disgrace than if Ye Xuan himself had single-handedly subjugated the entire Liu Family!

Indeed, it was far better to perish with dignity than to live in subservience!

If intervention by the constabulary held any genuine efficacy, the situation might warrant consideration.

With the Li Family now backing Ye Xuan, their destinies were irrevocably bound together. Could Ye Xuan possibly be captured? Such matters could not be discussed too openly!

Did you think I wouldn’t strike you down, Liu family member, for speaking such foolishness?

The atmosphere became tense, a complete stalemate.

Within the chilled air, Ye Xuan cast a casual gaze upon Liu Qiankun before lifting his foot and proceeding towards the Liu Family manor.

Liu Ying followed closely in his wake.

Several Liu Family Imperial Guards' expressions turned grim; their vigilance heightened, and with heavy hearts, they turned to Liu Qiankun, awaiting his command.

Liu Qiankun clenched his teeth, his gaze fixed on Ye Xuan’s unhurried approach. Veins bulged on his forehead, a testament to his intense desire to order the Liu Family Imperial Guards into action.

Yet, he could not bring himself to do it!

A wise man knows when to concede, when to stand down!

A slight curve touched his lips as he forced a smile. "What are you all waiting for? Brother Ye Xuan holds our Liu Family in high regard and has specially come to offer his condolences. This is truly commendable. Why not let him pass?"

A ripple of surprise went through the assembled crowd.

In the following instant, a sense of relief washed over them.

Many began to regard Liu Qiankun with a newfound mixture of respect and apprehension, recognizing that such restraint often hid a more formidable nature!

Upon hearing his words, the Liu Family Imperial Guards secretly exhaled a collective sigh of relief and hastily cleared a path for Ye Xuan and Liu Ying.

If given the choice, they certainly did not wish to meet their demise either...

"Why did you not consider this earlier? Did it truly need to escalate to such an unpleasant point, Head of the Liu Family? You handled this situation quite poorly!"

Noticing the stirred commotion around him, Ye Xuan allowed a smile to finally grace his lips. As he entered the Liu Family manor, he addressed Liu Qiankun directly, his tone one of sincere reflection.

Liu Qiankun’s face contorted, a sharp pain lancing through him.

Ye Xuan! Ye Xuan!

He raged inwardly, a silent roar echoing in his mind...

And so, Ye Xuan and Liu Ying, an unlikely pair given the somber setting, strolled with apparent nonchalance into the Liu Family manor. Under the silent, complex gazes of the assembled onlookers, they proceeded directly to Liu Haoyang's funeral hall.

The monochrome portrait on the funeral altar seemed uncannily familiar, as if it had been merely yesterday that it was last seen.

Standing before the portrait, Ye Xuan clasped his hands together and spoke, "Brother Liu, may your journey be peaceful. May the underworld know no Ye Xuan."

Others present, though incensed, dared not utter a word.

Having spoken, Ye Xuan placed the red flowers he held onto the bottom left of the portrait, a stark contrast against the sea of white chrysanthemums that surrounded it.

In contrast, Liu Ying, less verbose than Ye Xuan, simply placed her red flowers at the bottom right of the monochrome image.

Then, fixing her gaze upon Liu Haoyang's portrait, she remained in silent contemplation for a considerable duration, her expression unreadable.