Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1590: A Bar of Fish and Dragons Mixed Together

Partying? Ye Xuan’s immediate response was a firm: "No time!"

He believed that while all precautions are important, betrayal from within one's own circle is the most difficult to guard against.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing the word "partying," Leng Qiuge’s eyes practically sparkled. "Oh, wonderful! How are we partying? Where are we headed? Goodness, I’ve been back in the country for so many days and haven’t had a chance to go out and have fun. I’m going stir-crazy!"

Liu Ying propped her delicate chin, contemplating. "It's true, we've been overly busy lately. A bit of relaxation certainly seems necessary."

Little Cloud, never one to shy away from excitement, chimed in, "What does partying mean? Does it mean going out to play? Little Cloud wants to go too!"

Ye Xuan was left speechless.

He realized the old saying, "It takes two hands to clap," was proving true in his attempt to refuse. He looked towards Lin Tong, searching for assistance.

Lin Tong pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, and then stated, "They do have a point. Everyone has been rather swamped lately. We should go and unwind a bit. I’m not particularly inclined to go, so I'll sit this one out."

Ye Xuan quickly declared, "If my wife isn't going, then neither am I!"

Lin Tong, however, shook her head. "It’s late at night, and it might not be entirely safe for them out there. You should accompany them; consider it your role to provide protection."

Ye Xuan then turned to Chi Lian and said, "Luo Qing, you go instead."

Chi Lian looked dismayed. "Ah... Brother Black Emperor, I really don't wish to go."

Chi Lian genuinely did not want to attend. She wasn't a girl who enjoyed merrymaking. Apart from Ye Xuan, she held little fondness for others, and venturing to a place without him would undoubtedly be dull for her.

Ye Xuan felt a surge of frustration; did he truly have no alternative?

Meanwhile, Xiao Zhiqing was beaming, her gaze fixed expectantly on Ye Xuan. "My dream guy, Sister Qiuge and Sister Xiaoying are so eager to go out and enjoy themselves; please don’t spoil their fun."

"I'll curse you..." Ye Xuan started to retort but held back. In the end, he could only sigh in resignation and nod. "You've won. Tell me, where are we headed?"

"Where should we play..." Xiao Zhiqing glanced at Leng Qiuge. "Sister Qiuge, where do you think we should go?"

Ye Xuan rolled his eyes, privately wondering when Xiao Zhiqing had learned the art of forming alliances. He had to concede that this particular tactic was remarkably effective with Leng Qiuge. At that very moment, Leng Qiuge seemed to hold Xiao Zhiqing in high regard.

She tilted her head thoughtfully, then declared with excitement, "Since we're partying, the livelier the better! Let's head to a bar!"

"A bar sounds like an excellent choice," Liu Ying agreed with a smile. "Come to think of it, I first met Ye Xuan in a bar."

"Then, let's go to a bar!" Xiao Zhiqing’s interest was piqued as well. "Let's go right now!"

Ye Xuan offered no opinion; even if he had, it was unlikely anyone would have paid it any mind.

Thus, Ye Xuan found himself unceremoniously bundled into a car by three alluring women, heading towards the most bustling district in East Sea.

Little Cloud was visibly upset as her parents refused to let her join the bar outing. She was confined to stay home with Lin Tong, under Chi Lian's watchful protection.

Ye Xuan paid no heed to Little Cloud’s sulking.

What a troublesome daughter, he thought.

Just like that, Ye Xuan, feeling like a limp fish, was unceremoniously dragged to the bar by Xiao Zhiqing and the others.

However, as they approached the bar's entrance, Ye Xuan suddenly knitted his brows, a sharp, knife-like glint flashing in his dark eyes.

A moment later, Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes. "Tonight, this bar appears to be quite a melting pot."

In any metropolis, the bar stands as the quintessential hub for diverse encounters.

Within a bar, one encounters individuals from every conceivable walk of life. Office professionals mingle with the unemployed, alongside those driven by base desires, rendering bars, without exception, the city's most chaotic locales.

And today, the bar in East Sea hosted an additional contingent of patrons.

Martial artists.

Even before setting foot inside, Ye Xuan detected numerous unusual energies in the vicinity. Upon entering, a swift survey revealed several clusters of martial arts experts.

They seamlessly blended with the common patrons, rendering them almost indistinguishable to the untrained eye, but they couldn't evade Ye Xuan's perception.

It was evident these individuals were drawn here due to the impending life-and-death confrontation between Ye Xuan and the Sword God, seeking, despite their youth, to experience a taste of urban intrigue.

"Talk about a twist of fate."

Ye Xuan squinted, a subtle coldness emanating from his dark eyes.

Disciples hailing from prominent martial arts sects often bear distinctive markings that signify their affiliations, sometimes even resembling cult symbols. In the martial world, one's identity can be paramount. For instance, male members of the Zhao Family sport a "Zhao" tattoo on their left arm, while females bear it on their right. Compared to other sects, this is relatively understated, but in critical moments, revealing one's tattoo can prove significantly advantageous.

In contrast, individuals from Qingcheng Mountain are known for their rather ostentatious displays. They bear a "Qing" tattoo on their necks, readily visible even amidst the dazzling lights of a bar, a detail Ye Xuan could not overlook.

Indeed.

In a chance encounter, Ye Xuan noticed a group of disciples from Qingcheng Mountain within the bar.

As the Liu Family's original tribute and unquestioning followers of the Zhao Family, Qingcheng Mountain was inherently Ye Xuan's sworn enemy. Despite this, Ye Xuan held these particular disciples in low regard. The reason was simple: they were insignificant pawns, unworthy of his attention.

Thus, Ye Xuan cast a brief glance their way before looking away, as if they were non-existent. The moment Ye Xuan shifted his gaze, the Qingcheng Mountain disciples seemed to detect something and all turned their attention towards him.

A handsome young man led the group. Upon recognizing Ye Xuan's face, the young man's brow furrowed slightly. "Why does this fellow look so familiar?"

"I feel the same way," commented a stout young man beside him. "Is he also from the Martial Arts world? He doesn't appear to be; he's so ordinary, lacking any distinguishing marks."

"That’s Ye Xuan!" exclaimed a young woman standing on the other side of the leader. "Senior Brother, it's Ye Xuan. We've seen his picture."

"Ye Xuan?" The senior brother appeared taken aback, his eyes narrowing. "What a coincidence. We've encountered him even before the day of our duel."

"Kill him!" the young woman interjected with a venomous tone. "He is currently an enemy to both the Zhao Family and Qingcheng Mountain. If we eliminate him, it would be a great service, and the Master and Sect Leader would surely reward us handsomely!"

"Indeed, a heaven-sent opportunity! A perfect chance to earn merits!" the chubby guy added with excitement. "Hehehe, Senior Brother, look at the beautiful women surrounding Ye Xuan; they're all top-tier. If we kill him, not only will we gain great merit, but we can also enjoy a night of pleasure!"

"Nonsense!" The senior brother's expression shifted drastically, and he urgently reprimanded. "Do you even know who Ye Xuan is? How can you have such reckless thoughts? Have you forgotten how Zhao Yunfei and his father met their end at his hands not long ago?"

The Qingcheng Mountain disciples were taken aback by this reminder, their faces paling as they instinctively began to back away.