Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1526: Honey, I’m Home!

Liu Ying’s astonishment was palpable.

Ye Xuan offered no further commentary.

Whether it was the formidable Holy Mansion backing the Wang Family or the Martial Arts Zhao Family, their fate was sealed as Ye Xuan’s adversaries. They were born enemies, and Liu Ying’s involvement merely acted as a catalyst, accelerating a conflict that was inevitably meant to erupt.

"Holy Mansion."

"Zhao Family."

Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed, his typically dark gaze now piercing with a sharpness that rivaled any blade or sword.

A low hum grew louder, and from within the cabin, the stewardess’s calm voice began to broadcast, a gentle reminder for passengers to secure their seatbelts and deactivate their mobile devices.

The aircraft ascended gracefully, piercing the veil of clouds and climbing towards the heavens.

Ye Xuan shifted his gaze to the mesmerizing nightscape unfolding beyond the window, a hint of a nostalgic smile gracing his lips.

Over a week had passed since their excursion to Yanzi City, and truth be told, the longing for his beloved wife back home had begun to stir.

Honey, I’m back!

...

As late night descended, within the opulent halls of the Wang Family estate.

Wang Qianjun found himself in Wang Shaoyang’s study, his voice a low murmur as he gazed at the somber, grayish-white photograph adorning the wall.

"My son, endure just a little longer, hold on."

"It won’t be long now; Ye Xuan will soon be joining you."

"After tonight, all those dear to him will follow, ensuring you won’t be left alone."

"..."

The raw agony of his son's loss was a constant, gnawing torment for Wang Qianjun, day in and day out.

Wang Qianjun understood that only by exacting a severe retribution from Ye Xuan could he ever hope to escape the suffocating darkness that had ensnared him.

Only then would Wang Qianjun find his rebirth, and the one perpetually drowning in sorrow would be Ye Xuan.

The confrontation scheduled for tonight carried immense weight.

The outcome of this singular event could very well dictate the future trajectory of events. At the very least, should Ye Xuan lose his composure, Wang Qianjun felt an unwavering certainty that victory would be swiftly within his grasp.

But what if their plan faltered?

Wang Qianjun couldn’t bear to contemplate such a possibility; it was an outcome he refused to permit. The Wang Family simply could not withstand another devastating blow.

"Master."

A raspy voice echoed from the shadowed depths of the study.

Wang Qianjun closed his eyes, exhaling a weary sigh. "What news do you bring?"

The man cloaked in black stood before him, his expression grim. After a prolonged silence, he finally let out a pained sigh. "All the experts dispatched for the East Sea operation have lost contact."

"What?" Wang Qianjun’s shock was evident.

The man in black lowered his head, his silence a stark admission.

The air grew heavy, thick with an oppressive silence that stretched for a considerable duration.

Finally, Wang Qianjun’s fury erupted, his voice cracking with hysterical disbelief. "How could this be? How is it possible that even an attack on defenseless women and children could end in failure?"

Utterly losing control, Wang Qianjun unleashed a destructive rampage throughout the room.

The man in black remained motionless, a silent observer to Wang Qianjun’s uncontrolled outburst.

Once his initial fury subsided.

Wang Qianjun’s demeanor calmed somewhat.

Clenching his fists tightly, he spoke, his voice low and strained. "Why did they fail?"

Man in black: "The reasons remain unclear."

A searing pain, akin to a dagger twisting in his heart, gripped Wang Qianjun. Failure itself was not the worst outcome; the true agony lay in the frustrating lack of understanding as to why it had occurred.

Wang Qianjun pressed further. "Are all those experts presumed dead?"

Man in black: "It is highly probable that they are all deceased."

Wang Qianjun closed his eyes, his voice barely a whisper. "How many capable experts does the Wang Family still have remaining?"

The man in black paused, considering the question. "Following the engagement at Nightingale Manor, we sustained losses exceeding one hundred experts. This latest operation further depleted our most seasoned members of the Wang Family household. In total, we are left with fewer than ten experts."

Wang Qianjun sank to the ground, the weight of the news crushing him.

Having fewer than ten remaining experts represented a catastrophic vulnerability for the Wang Family.

In the treacherous landscape of the martial arts world, how could one ever truly avoid betrayal and ambush?

Why had the Wang Family amassed such a formidable contingent of experts?

Was it not to stand guard against the hidden enemies lurking beneath the surface, ready to strike without warning?

In a mere span of just over a week, the once-dominant Wang Family had been reduced to a shell of its former self, a descent so precipitous that Wang Qianjun himself felt caught in a surreal, nightmarish reality.

What now?

This immense void had to be addressed by the Wang Family with utmost urgency, but the sheer financial burden and the intricate network of resources required for such an undertaking were staggering.

Wang Qianjun recoiled from the thought; the mere contemplation felt like a blade twisting anew in his wounded heart.

An unbearable pressure bore down upon his chest.

Pfft!

A spray of blood erupted within the confines of the study.

...

The East Sea region.

As the first hints of dawn began to paint the sky, streetlights still cast their pale glow in the hazy, ethereal light. The city remained largely asleep, tranquil and still.

Lin Tong, accompanied by the young Cloud, emerged from the airport exit.

A large hand enveloped a smaller one, drawing a multitude of envious gazes from onlookers.

"What a beautiful mother, and such an adorable daughter."

"It’s as if they descended from the heavens."

"That gentleman, the father, is incredibly fortunate."

"..."

Though the hushed whispers of those around her registered, Lin Tong remained outwardly unaffected, a gentle smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

While she was never lacking in praise for her peerless beauty, it was her very first time being lauded by so many as a mother of a peerless beauty...

Little Cloud blinked her eyes, observing the interior of the airport. Not seeing Ye Xuan's figure for a considerable time, she couldn't help but voice her question, "Mama, why hasn't Papa returned yet?"

"Perhaps the flight is delayed," Lin Tong replied with a smile. "Be well-behaved later, Little Cloud. Papa has been away for so long; he must be very tired. Don't make Papa angry."

"Little Cloud will be good!" Little Cloud responded obediently.

Lin Tong offered a gentle smile and continued to gaze toward the airport exit.

After a short while.

Little Cloud suddenly inquired, "Mama, you mentioned Papa would bring a beautiful aunt home. Have I met this aunt before?"

Lin Tong smiled. "Little Cloud hasn't met her yet."

"Oh." Little Cloud nodded. "Is that aunt Papa's friend?"

Lin Tong pondered for a moment before shaking her head. "She's not Papa's friend."

Little Cloud pressed further, "Then is she Mama's friend?"

Lin Tong chuckled. "Not Mama's friend either."

Little Cloud appeared perplexed.

If she isn't Papa's friend or Mama's friend, then why is she called 'aunt'?

How peculiar!

Amidst the sparse crowd, the figures of Ye Xuan and Liu Ying finally materialized.

Upon spotting Ye Xuan, Little Cloud immediately exclaimed with sheer delight, "Papa, Papa! Little Cloud is here!"

The little girl shrieked with excitement, waving her arms and legs; she appeared incredibly endearing.

Ye Xuan, emerging from the airport and witnessing Little Cloud's enthusiastic display, couldn't help but reveal a joyous smile on his face.

Accompanied by Liu Ying, Ye Xuan stepped out of the airport.

"Papa!"

Little Cloud was overjoyed and, with a small leap, threw herself into Ye Xuan's embrace. Given her impetuous surge, if it had been Lin Tong, she might have been sent tumbling on the spot.

Ye Xuan appeared slightly exasperated. "Little girl, have you been good while Papa was away?"

"Good, Little Cloud has been super good. Papa, if you don't believe me, ask Mama!" Little Cloud declared happily.

Ye Xuan chuckled and glanced up at Lin Tong.

Lin Tong nodded at him, showing no significant reaction. Instead, she turned towards Liu Ying.

Ye Xuan's sword-like eyebrows shot upwards.

All along, Lin Tong and Liu Ying had been like fire and water. Could something be happening now?

Ye Xuan was about to step in to play peacemaker.

At that moment, Lin Tong offered a smile to Liu Ying. "Long time no see. Welcome home."