Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1582: Chiba Sakurako

Ye Xuan found himself unexpectedly taking a bullet. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Xiao Yun Duo exclaimed, leaping from her chair and rushing to the door before anyone else could react. A collective, indulgent smile spread across the faces of those present; the child was so obedient and adorable that she naturally inspired affection. However, despite their fondness, Chi Lian quickly rose and followed Xiao Yun Duo. Given the unusual nature of their days, it was prudent to ensure Xiao Yun Duo didn't open the door to an enemy. Soon, Chi Lian's voice echoed from the entryway, "Black Emperor, there's a beautiful woman looking for you!" "A beauty?" Ye Xuan's eyebrows lifted. Simultaneously, he detected three distinct gazes, sharp as daggers, pinning him completely. He felt as though the slightest movement would result in severe injury. Ye Xuan swiftly composed himself, adopting an innocent facade. "I truly have no idea what's happening. I swear to heaven, there's no issue. I haven't provoked anyone lately." "Hmph," Lin Tong snorted, her lips pursed. "Go take a look." Feeling rather dejected, Ye Xuan headed out. Meanwhile, Lin Tong calmly resumed her seat, her mind beginning to wander into fanciful thoughts. Previously, she had her own significant issues, so when Ye Xuan incurred romantic entanglements, she felt a responsibility to settle them. But now, with Ye Xuan having acquired numerous wives, if he continued his philandering ways, he needed to be reined in. Otherwise, if this pattern persisted, would she, as the primary wife, even get half an hour out of a year? As Lin Tong lost herself in these imaginative scenarios, Ye Xuan had already stepped outside. What greeted his eyes was an exceptionally distinctive beauty, in a way that reminded him of Chi Lian. Chi Lian consistently wore black leather, her attire even extending to black boots, exuding a heroic and valiant aura, much like a futuristic female warrior detached from romance, standing out starkly in the bustling metropolis. This unfamiliar beauty, in contrast, was clad in a kimono and traditional wooden clogs. Her raven hair was neatly tied atop her head, and her hands were clasped before her abdomen in a posture that seemed like a deeply ingrained habit, cultivated from a young age, exuding an air of transcendence above worldly concerns. With no one else around, even in a crowded place, this kimono-clad beauty would undoubtedly stand out like a phoenix among sparrows, drawing every eye. "Interesting," Ye Xuan murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly with amusement upon seeing such an extraordinary woman. He could perceive that this kimono beauty was also a formidable practitioner... a master of the sword. Ye Xuan lifted his foot and began to walk towards her. "Xiao Yun Duo, let's go back and finish our meal." Without any prompting from Ye Xuan, Chi Lian promptly took Xiao Yun Duo back inside. Ye Xuan reached the courtyard gate, opened it with practiced grace, and after a double-take at the beauty, inquired, "Are you the Sword God's wife?" "No," the kimono beauty replied in fluent Yan country dialect. "I am his daughter, Chiba Sakurako." "Ah, so you're the daughter," Ye Xuan acknowledged, a hint of surprise in his voice. "What business do you have with me?" "My father sent me to deliver a challenge," Chiba Sakurako announced, withdrawing a letter from her sleeve and presenting it to Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan was momentarily taken aback. "Didn't he already issue me a challenge?" "To my father, a verbal challenge and a written one are distinct matters," Chiba Sakurako explained, a slight smile playing on her lips as she regarded Ye Xuan. "My father has been in the spotlight for decades, and you are only the second person granted the honor of receiving a personally penned challenge from him." "The first was Ye Tianlong?" Ye Xuan asked with a laugh. "Correct," Chiba Sakurako confirmed with a subtle nod. "Well, your father is certainly meticulous," Ye Xuan remarked with a helpless smile, finally accepting the challenge letter. He opened it to find the handwriting neat and elegant, unlike what he might expect from someone from the Northern Federation. Seemingly sensing Ye Xuan's astonishment, Chiba Sakurako offered a wry explanation: "Thirty years ago, my father penned a challenge to Ye Tianlong using Yan country script. Ye Tianlong jokingly remarked that my father's handwriting was unsightly. Upon returning to the Northern Federation, my father dedicated himself to practicing Yan country calligraphy for thirty years." Ye Xuan was utterly astounded. There are two types of individuals in this world who inspire the greatest fear: those with petty minds who meticulously repay every slight, and those who outwardly appear gracious and magnanimous but harbor a vindictive spirit in private. Ye Xuan identified himself as the former; the Sword God, he realized, was the latter. Even having heard the story directly, Ye Xuan struggled to fully grasp its implications. For Ye Tianlong's casual remark many years ago, the Sword God, a man of the Northern Federation, had diligently practiced Yan country calligraphy for three decades? What kind of mentality was that? Was this not the epitome of holding a grudge?

It’s fortunate that Ye Tianlong is absent; otherwise, the Sword God would have already perfected his Yan Country script and dispatched it across the ocean to him, wouldn’t he?

What a peculiar individual!

A slight twitch at the corner of his lips, Ye Xuan remarked with an odd expression, "Your father is truly quite obsessive."

"Indeed, he is supremely obsessive," Chiba Sakurako replied with a smile. "Once he sets his mind on something, he pursues it with unwavering dedication, demanding nothing less than perfection. He even insists that his children achieve the same standard."

Ye Xuan gazed at Chiba Sakurako with a touch of sympathy. "So, that explains your fluent command of the Yan Country language. If not for your kimono, one might easily mistake you for a local."

"Yes and no," Chiba Sakurako responded, shaking her head. "While my father contributed to my ability to speak Yan Country fluently, the primary reason is my deep appreciation for your country's culture."

"It is unusual for someone from the Northern Federation to appreciate Yan Country culture," Ye Xuan expressed his surprise, finding himself increasingly intrigued by the woman before him.

The Yan Country and the Northern Federation have historically been at odds, akin to fire and water. The deeply ingrained prejudices among their citizens from childhood often foster animosity. Therefore, Chiba Sakurako's fondness for Yan Country culture could only signify one thing...

She possesses discerning taste.

"Appreciation transcends borders; even among adversaries, there are numerous valuable aspects worthy of admiration," Chiba Sakurako stated with a gentle smile. "We must concede that the culture of the Northern Federation lags significantly behind that of the Yan Country."

"You are too kind," Ye Xuan responded with a humble smile.

"I merely speak the truth," Chiba Sakurako affirmed with a light smile. "However, geniuses are invariably driven by obsession, much like my father. Had he not been so obsessive, he might never have attained the status of the Sword God."

"After all this discussion, you've returned to the topic of your father," Ye Xuan chuckled. "What is it you are trying to convey?"

"He intends to eliminate you," Chiba Sakurako sighed. "Since he has made his decision, your duel in seven days will unquestionably be a contest of rank and a matter of life and death."

Ye Xuan nodded slowly. "I am aware. I am still deliberating whether to accept this engagement."

Chiba Sakurako offered a wry smile. "Yet, he does not perceive you as a genuine enemy."

Ye Xuan continued to nod. "I can sense that. He harbors no animosity towards me."