Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1581: To Determine Victory and Defeat, and Life or Death!

Ye Xuan remained silent, a smile playing on his lips.

Ye Tianlong, had he been alive, would not have been much older than the Sword God. His martial cultivation today might have reached unimaginable heights, or perhaps he would have remained stagnant, never reaching his full potential.

After a brief period of contemplation, Ye Xuan let out a soft chuckle and commanded, "Draw your sword."

"You are worthy enough to make me unsheathe my blade," the Sword God responded, his gaze fixed on Ye Xuan, "But not on this day."

Ye Xuan's eyebrows lifted slightly in curiosity. "Oh?"

"In seven days' time, we shall settle this on Canglang Island. Winner takes all, including life and death!" the Sword God declared with solemnity.

"Canglang Island?" Ye Xuan tilted his head, a smile returning. "Isn't that a desolate isle? If traps were laid there, wouldn't venturing forth be akin to walking into a death trap?"

The Sword God's thick eyebrows knitted together slightly. "You know I am not that sort of man."

"Perhaps you are not, but others might be," Ye Xuan replied with a knowing smile.

"I can give you my word," the Sword God mused for a moment before stating, "At that time, I will summon all the esteemed figures of Yan Country's martial arts world to bear witness to our duel. This way, even if I harbored any ill intentions, I would be unable to employ any deceitful tactics."

"Such a grand spectacle?" Ye Xuan chuckled, shaking his head. "Very well, we shall see when the time comes. My attendance, you understand, depends entirely on my mood."

The Sword God's gaze lingered on Ye Xuan, a subtle intensity within. "You will come."

With those words, the Sword God turned and departed.

Though his movements appeared unhurried, he vanished from Ye Xuan's sight in mere moments.

It was only after the Sword God had disappeared that Ye Xuan, who had remained still, suddenly knit his brows. He lifted the hand that had just fiercely clashed with the Sword God, a wry smile gracing his lips. "Blast it all, that was truly formidable."

His hand exhibited a slight tremor and was noticeably swollen and red.

Ever since becoming Chen Xuanba's disciple and undergoing his rebirth, Ye Xuan had not suffered such an injury in a one-on-one confrontation. This underscored the sheer terrifying prowess of the Sword God.

A self-deprecating smile touched Ye Xuan's lips. He cast a profound look in the direction the Sword God had departed before turning to re-enter the car.

"Ye Xuan, are you alright?"

Su Yumo, ever observant, noticed Ye Xuan's injured hand immediately and voiced her concern.

"It’s nothing significant," Ye Xuan assured her with a smile. "Let’s head home."

Su Yumo's lips pressed together, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, a deep sense of helplessness welling within her.

She was far from foolish; how could she not perceive the grave threat the mysterious martial artist posed to Ye Xuan? And she, a mere ordinary woman, despite acknowledging the danger, was utterly incapable of offering any assistance, no matter how small.

"If only I were a peerless expert too... how wonderful that would be..."

Su Yumo gazed out the window, her mind troubled as she watched the scenery blur past. She, who had never harbored grand ambitions since childhood, content with nothing more than a simple, ordinary existence, found herself yearning for something extraordinary in this moment. Yet, what could mere wishing achieve?

...

Perched on the embankment beside the highway.

A stunning young woman, adorned in a traditional kimono, sat upon the verdant grass, her gaze directed towards the sky, basking in the sun's warm embrace. The golden light illuminated her exquisite, flawless features and skin, also accentuating the worry etched in her beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept past.

"Father!"

The kimono-clad beauty turned swiftly, her face lighting up with joy as she spotted the familiar returning figure.

Indeed, it was the Sword God, Chiba Choko.

"Pfft!"

Upon his arrival, the Sword God, who had appeared perfectly normal moments before, suddenly flushed crimson, and a stream of blood erupted from his mouth.

As the blood flowed, it seemed to drain him of all strength instantaneously. He dropped to one knee, gasping for air, his face ashen, bearing the unmistakable pallor of a gravely wounded individual.

"Father!"

The kimono-clad beauty's countenance shifted dramatically, and she rushed towards the Sword God with haste.

The Sword God raised a hand, a gesture indicating he was alright.

However, the sharp-eyed kimono beauty immediately observed the cracks forming at the base of his thumb and forefinger on his waving hand, with crimson blood seeping out, almost entirely coating it.

The kimono beauty was twenty-four years of age.

In all her twenty-four years, she had never once borne witness to her father sustaining any injury!

"Is Ye Xuan truly that formidable?"

The kimono beauty's heart quivered, a profound sense of unease gripping her as she contemplated the inevitable confrontation scheduled for seven days hence.

As night began to fall.

Ye Xuan and his family were gathered around the dining table, sharing a meal together.

The atmosphere was filled with lighthearted conversation and laughter, creating a picture of familial harmony. Naturally, this was true for everyone present.

For Ye Xuan, however, the dinner felt as awkward as ever.

Why was it that every time they ate, Liu Ying and Leng Qiuge kept sending him meaningful glances? Did Lin Tong not exist in their eyes? Were they boldly challenging the established order?

And what were the inevitable repercussions of challenging such authority?

Grim, naturally.

However, this turmoil doesn't affect them, as Lin Tong, when infuriated, tends to direct her anger towards Ye Xuan. To date, she has never shown rudeness towards the others.

In essence, the more outrageous Liu Ying and Leng Qiuge act, the more severe Lin Tong's displeasure towards Ye Xuan becomes afterward.

"What grievances and resentments could there be?"

Ye Xuan was on the verge of tears, thinking he had already pleased these two women, utterly baffled.

If they're looking for trouble without cause, may lightning strike them!

Fortunately, these two women still possessed some conscience; seeing Ye Xuan nearly burying himself face-first into his rice bowl, they finally ceased their teasing.

With a turn of her beautiful eyes,

Liu Ying faced Lin Tong, smiling as she said, "Xiao Tong, our company's recent development has been astonishingly rapid. Numerous investors are eager to collaborate with us, and quite a few have connections within the Liu Family's business network. What are your thoughts on this?"

As business matters were brought up, Lin Tong's stern expression immediately softened.

After a brief contemplation, Lin Tong stated, "While a larger pool of opportunities is generally better, we must be selective and cannot accept everyone, especially those connected to the Liu Family. We need to maintain a clear distance, irrespective of their influence."

"Precisely!"

Leng Qiuge nodded enthusiastically. "Xiao Tong is truly a once-in-a-century business prodigy. Your insights are remarkably quick. Now that the Liu Family is at its zenith, there's no need for us to seek proximity with their affiliates; something unusual must be at play. Their overtures likely stem from hidden agendas."

Lin Tong offered a knowing smile, remaining silent, a sense of helplessness washing over her.

These two childhood friends are each more cunning than the last.

It's a straightforward issue, obvious to anyone; it's a classic ploy where the Liu Family aims to make Eastern Group reliant on them. Should the situation require it, and these associates turn against us, Eastern Group would face potential ruin.

Such an evident strategy, yet they present it this way to flatter Lin Tong, seeking her approval?

They've shown her so much respect, how could she possibly reprimand them for subtly acknowledging Ye Xuan?

Sigh.

My dear husband, you will simply have to bear with this for now.

You understand, if I don't release some of this pent-up frustration, I won't be able to eat or sleep properly...