Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1522: Blood Spilled in the Spirit Hall!

Liu Haoyang and the Liu Family are targets of Ye Xuan's deep-seated animosity.

Liu Ying, too, felt that Liu Haoyang and the rest of the Liu Family deserved death. Yet, the man reduced to ashes was, after all, her cousin...

This was her nature: appearing cold and merciless, but in reality, she craved affection more than anyone, be it love, friendship, or familial bonds.

Tragically, her connections to family were severed long ago... by circumstances beyond her control.

A considerable time passed.

Liu Qiankun, who had accompanied them to the mourning hall, clenched his teeth and implored, "You've both offered your condolences and laid the flowers. The funeral is nearing its end; could you please depart for a moment?"

Liu Ying remained unresponsive, her gaze fixed unnervingly on the monochrome photograph.

Ye Xuan turned, a smile gracing his lips, and stated, "Leaving is certainly expected, but there remains one final procedure to be completed."

Liu Qiankun’s brow furrowed. "What procedure is that?"

"Condolence money," Ye Xuan replied with a grin. "It's a tradition in Yan Country for visitors to offer a small token of regard when a friend departs. We are traditional folk, and I happen to have a modest sum. To refrain from giving would suggest a stingy disposition."

The corner of Liu Qiankun's mouth twitched. "The gesture is secondary; your presence is what truly matters."

"Nevertheless, the gesture must still be enacted," Ye Xuan insisted. He patted his pocket, produced a single ten-cent coin, and firmly pressed it into Liu Qiankun’s hand, remarking with a sigh, "A humble offering, but heartfelt. Everyone in Yan Country is aware that I'm a pretty boy with little wealth, Family Head Liu. Please, do not take offense."

Liu Qiankun’s body quivered. Clutching the flimsy ten-cent coin, his face drained of all color.

Humiliation. Utter humiliation!

"Xiao Ying, let's depart."

Ye Xuan showed no concern for Liu Qiankun's expression, beckoning with a grand sweep of his hand as he swiftly exited the Liu Family estate with Liu Ying.

Several minutes elapsed after their departure.

A profound silence enveloped the entire Liu Family compound, with no one daring to utter a word.

Abruptly.

Standing within the solemn mourning hall, Liu Qiankun's eyes flew open, his mouth agape.

With a violent expulsion!

Blood sprayed across the mourning hall!

...

The spectacle of Ye Xuan and Liu Ying causing a commotion at the Liu Family's funeral, and Liu Qiankun's subsequent fury leading to bloodshed within the mourning hall, rapidly transformed into the hottest topic among numerous influential families.

The world was once again astounded!

"How utterly brazen! Truly outrageous!"

"The deceased has passed, yet they refuse to let go? What deep-seated grudge, what profound hatred fuels this?"

"The Liu Family harbors historical grievances that we cannot fully comprehend. Right or wrong is secondary; what is crucial is... following today's affront, the inevitable conflict has sounded its war cry."

"Indeed. Although the Wang Family and the Liu Family failed to formalize their ties through marriage, a secret alliance had already been forged. The Wang Family has suffered considerable setbacks multiple times, diminishing their reliance on the Liu Family's support. With this latest humiliation of the Liu Family, the Wang Family is certain to retaliate imminently."

"Regarding this Ye Xuan, this young man – is he displaying overt arrogance or demonstrating true astuteness?"

"..."

Countless strategists engaged in deep contemplation and analysis, as if the faint scent of impending bloodshed could already be discerned in the air.

Concurrently, at the Wang Family residence.

Wang Qianjun sat in solitary grief within Wang Shaoyang's mourning hall, his appearance haggard and pallid, clearly indicative of his recent suffering.

No one can truly grasp the depth of sorrow that accompanies the loss of a child!

Within the span of a single week, Wang Qianjun had shed twenty pounds. The man who should exude an aura of imposing strength now conveyed a sense of profound fragility.

As the saying goes, even a tiger refrains from preying upon its own cubs.

To the outside world, Wang Qianjun was a heroic figure of his era, relentlessly pursuing his objectives. Only he understood the profound affection he held for Wang Shaoyang, his son.

He had once placed all the Wang Family's aspirations onto Wang Shaoyang's shoulders.

Who could have ever foreseen.

Now, an elder sees off a youth!

"Hoo—"

He exhaled a long, heavy breath and gestured with his large hand, speaking in a low tone, "Summon them."

Though his voice was faint, it was heard.

A figure clad in black materialized silently beside Wang Qianjun. "Master!"

Wang Qianjun lowered his gaze and spoke coolly, "Did Ye Xuan bring Liu Ying to cause disruption at the Liu Family funeral today?"

The man in black was taken aback, then nodded solemnly. "Master's foresight is indeed remarkable!"

"It appears there is no alternative but to engage in a struggle until one side is eliminated," Wang Qianjun acknowledged, then inquired further, "Have all arrangements been finalized on the East Sea front?"

"Everything is in order as per your instructions, Master," the man in black confirmed. "Ye Xuan has been preoccupied with pleasures in Yanzi City recently, completely oblivious to any impending threats."

"Proceed," Wang Qianjun commanded.

"Yes!" The man in black acknowledged and prepared to depart.

"Wait a moment." Wang Qianjun's voice called out again.

The man in black inquired, "Is there anything else you require, Master?"

Wang Qianjun stated, "Every individual partaking in this operation is among the elite forces of the Wang Family. The battle at Nightingale Manor resulted in a considerable depletion of our manpower. These men absolutely cannot meet an untimely end."

"Understood!" The man in black grasped the meaning: "Should any unexpected situations arise, the Wang Family's experts are to prioritize their own survival by abandoning the mission!"

Wang Qianjun gave a nod. "You may go."

"Yes!"

Only after receiving this acknowledgment did the man in black depart.

With the black-clad man's exit, Wang Qianjun found himself once more alone within the mourning hall. The wavering candlelight cast a spectral glow upon his gaunt features, lending him the appearance of a malevolent phantom.

Wang Qianjun clenched his fists, his gaze piercing like sharpened blades, his voice raspy like a wild beast's.

"Ye Xuan, you took my son's life. I shall extinguish all of your beloved ones. I want you to personally comprehend the devastation of losing those you hold dear.

To lose everyone you cherish, how would that feel!"

...

A tempest is quietly taking shape in the shadowed abyss.

At this precise moment, Ye Xuan continued his drive, ferrying Liu Ying back towards the Li Family residence.

The persistent drizzle and the somber atmosphere seemed to cast a pall over their spirits.

Liu Ying, typically so garrulous, returned to the car with a demeanor reminiscent of Lin Tong's, speaking minimally, lost in thought, and utterly devoid of expression.

Ye Xuan’s attention was frequently drawn to her, and he often found himself on the verge of speaking, yet holding back.

Even though any romantic attachment had long since faded, they were, after all, bound by blood and ties of kin. To truly sever such bonds inevitably stirred a sense of melancholy.

"She will be alright," Ye Xuan murmured to himself, recalling Liu Ying's resilience. She was a strong woman, not one to be easily broken by such events.

Accelerating rapidly, the crimson sports car made a striking return to the Li Family estate.

Li Xiyuan and her elder brother had been anticipating their arrival in the parking lot for some time.

Upon observing Ye Xuan and Liu Ying disembark from the vehicle, Li Xiyuan maintained a composed and unremarkable facade. Li Tianhao, however, was already exclaiming with delight, "Big Brother, you are incredible! Truly audacious; I just heard that old fox Liu Qiankun coughed up blood in anger once more!"

"A few mouthfuls of blood won't finish him off, so why the fuss?" Ye Xuan casually waved his hand and tossed the car keys to Li Xiyuan. "I'm done with the car, so here are your keys back."

Li Xiyuan's brows knitted slightly. She found Ye Xuan's nonchalant attitude rather displeasing; he had borrowed her car and now acted as if it were a trivial matter, as if she were somehow obligated to him.

"Since your business here is concluded, you should head back to East Sea," Li Xiyuan stated indifferently as she retrieved the keys.