Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1586: This Place Is Not Safe to Stay

Unbeknownst to her, Xiao Zhiqing was completely engrossed, her eyes shut tight in intense exploration. In such a state, could it truly be her first time? She was practically a seasoned veteran!

Was this the wisdom gained from binge-watching idol dramas and teaching herself the ropes?

Ye Xuan snapped back to reality and began to resist fiercely.

However, Xiao Zhiqing’s grip was incredibly strong.

Annoyed, Ye Xuan cupped Xiao Zhiqing’s delicate face with both hands, attempting to pry her off.

Despite his efforts to push her away, Xiao Zhiqing, clinging to his head, tumbled backward with him.

Ye Xuan felt he was on the verge of losing his mind.

"Xiao Zhiqing, you’ve gone too far!"

Gritting his teeth, Ye Xuan’s blood boiled. His body vibrated intensely, like a cornered tiger, unleashing a surge of raw power.

"Ah!"

Xiao Zhiqing shrieked in pain. Softer than an eggshell, she could not endure Ye Xuan’s practically bestial strength. Her hands were forced open, causing her to stumble back and awkwardly fall to the ground.

Both were panting heavily.

They were both breathing raggedly.

Ye Xuan stood with his hands planted on his hips, glaring down at Xiao Zhiqing with an enraged expression. "Xiao Zhiqing, I never realized you were this sort of woman! You... you’re too much!"

"I am not!" Xiao Zhiqing’s face flushed crimson with shyness. Pouting indignantly, she protested, "Didn’t you say everything comes with interest? You’ve let this drag on for so long, I should at least get some payback."

"Unbelievable!"

Ye Xuan stared, dumbfounded. Had she even learned this concept?

"Hehe."

Xiao Zhiqing let out a playful giggle and suddenly sprang up, launching herself at Ye Xuan like a spirited kitten.

Startled, Ye Xuan instinctively reached out, grabbing her neck and exclaimed in alarm, "What are you doing?"

"Collecting interest!" Xiao Zhiqing declared, wriggling her arms and legs. "For at least another minute!"

"What?" Ye Xuan panicked. "No, absolutely not!"

"Yes, there’s definitely some!" Xiao Zhiqing struggled with all her might. "I didn't even get to savor it just now!"

Ye Xuan bellowed, "There’s no more!"

Xiao Zhiqing refused to back down, relentlessly pursuing Ye Xuan, employing every trick she could think of.

Ye Xuan could no longer endure it.

"Xiao Zhiqing, you’re forcing my hand!"

With a mighty roar, Ye Xuan spun and executed a devastating Tornado Kick.

Bang!

Xiao Zhiqing was sent flying onto the sofa. Before she could even cry out in pain, Ye Xuan delivered a swift knife-hand strike to the back of her head, knocking her unconscious instantly.

Silence descended upon the room.

Ye Xuan wiped the cold sweat from his brow, glanced at Xiao Zhiqing with lingering terror, shivered, and turned to flee.

"This place isn't suitable for me to linger! I must leave this place!"

Anyone could tell that Ye Xuan's retreating figure had never looked so utterly flustered.

...

An hour later.

Xiao Zhiqing, sprawled on the sofa, stirred and woke up groggily.

"So painful..."

Xiao Zhiqing touched her neck, a look of confusion on her face.

The phone rang.

Xiao Zhiqing glanced at the caller ID before answering, "Hello, Sister Wei."

On the other end, Yang Wei’s voice came through, "Zhiqing, a film crew for an international movie recently approached you about playing the female lead..."

Xiao Zhiqing immediately interjected, "Oh, Sister Wei, didn't I already tell you? Until I find the man of my dreams, I have no interest in those kinds of trivial matters. Pursuing love requires complete focus; why do you keep trying to find me idle work every day?"

Yang Wei on the other line was rendered speechless. "How... how can you call that idle? This is your actual career! Besides, how long have you been trying to win him over? If there was truly any hope, why hasn't there been any progress by now?"

"Who says there's no progress?" Xiao Zhiqing retorted, clearly annoyed. "We just shared a kiss!"

Yang Wei gasped in shock. "What?"

"Not only did we kiss, but he also hit me!" Xiao Zhiqing declared with a hint of pride.

Yang Wei was utterly astonished. "What?"

"Haven't you heard the saying, 'Hitting is affection, scolding is love'?" Xiao Zhiqing said with a pout. "The man of my dreams hit me today, which means he has feelings for me. If he hits me every single day, it definitely means he's fallen head over heels for me!"

On the other end, Yang Wei's beautiful eyes widened, her face a mask of disbelief.

How desperate can one person be!

Time passed swiftly.

In the blink of an eye, only two days remained until Ye Xuan's fateful showdown with the Sword God.

Ye Xuan had still not definitively committed to personally traveling to Canglang Island for the duel to the death with the Sword God in two days.

However, whether Ye Xuan agreed or not seemed to hold little significance.

This event had already set the entire Martial Arts world ablaze, buzzing with anticipation.

Heroes from numerous prominent sects, alongside countless independent martial artists, have converged here upon learning the news.

The more eager individuals have already made their way to Canglang Island, anticipating the day of the grand duel.

Those with a more relaxed disposition have found temporary lodging in East Sea, seizing this chance to immerse themselves in the allure of a major city, a rare indulgence for them.

Consequently, a palpable tension has gripped the entire East Sea, with peculiar incidents occurring with increasing frequency.

Some individuals claim to have witnessed, around midnight yesterday, a silhouette traversing the rooftops of the old city district, its movements impossibly agile and swift, reminiscent of a master from a wuxia drama.

Others recount seeing two figures clad in ancient attire locked in a fierce confrontation on the outskirts of East Sea last night, a spectacle of intense combat, much like a scene from a film...

Yet, these occurrences have not gained widespread traction.

It seems as though an unseen force is curating the narratives, skillfully suppressing such tales before witnesses can disseminate them, often providing plausible, alternative explanations instead.

Truly, it is a gathering of heroes, with hidden currents churning beneath the surface!

In the shadows, completely unbeknownst to ordinary folk, the titans of the Martial Arts world are experiencing even greater agitation.

"The Northern Federation's Sword God has challenged Ye Xuan; hehe, this promises to be quite the spectacle!"

"Thirty years ago, the Sword God dominated the Martial Arts scene, achieving thirty-four consecutive victories. Had the then Alliance Hierarch not intervened, his winning streak might have been unbroken. Now, three decades later, the Sword God returns to Yan Country, and one can only imagine how much sharper his blade has become?"

"Hmph, those despicable individuals from the Northern Federation. Back then, after his defeat by the Alliance Hierarch, that man swore never to set foot in Yan Country again. To break his word and return now—it's an insult to the very title of Sword God!"

"Regardless of his past vows, his arrival here makes the confrontation unavoidable. I am rather eager to witness whether the recently emerged Ye Xuan can overcome the legendary Sword God?"

"Ye Xuan defeating the Sword God? I'll merely consider that a humorous notion!"

"The odds are exceedingly slim. While the young Ye Xuan undoubtedly possesses remarkable talent, capable of slaying Zhao Yunfei at such a tender age, one cannot fathom the terror that the Sword God commands; Zhao Yunfei pales in comparison!"

"Indeed, even the current Martial Arts world pales in comparison to its past glory. It is doubtful that many could surpass the Sword God's might even today?"

"The fact that Ye Xuan has yet to officially accept the Sword God's challenge, as planned, suggests a lack of confidence on his part. Nevertheless, I still harbor the hope for his victory. After all, on our Yan Country's home ground, we cannot afford to let someone from the Northern Federation emerge unscathed, can we?"

"..."

The assembled heroes of the Martial Arts world displayed two distinct factions in their sentiments.

One faction ardently wished for Ye Xuan's triumph, envisioning him bringing honor to their nation.

The other faction secretly hoped for Ye Xuan's defeat, driven not by a disregard for national pride, but by the fact that... Ye Xuan stood as an adversary to the Zhao Family, and an enemy of Qingcheng Mountain.

The palpable tension in the air, with the passage of time, began to escalate uncontrollably.