Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1592: The True Nature of a Vixen

An additional thirty minutes elapsed.

Liu Ying, her complexion ruddy from her inebriation, swayed her head and declared, "I can’t continue any longer either, Ye Xuan. From now on, I shall address you as Mr. Mighty. Let us conclude our drinking for today. Qiuge, you must persevere."

Bam!

Liu Ying then slumped into Ye Xuan’s embrace. Just as she was succumbing to sleep, she instinctively placed her hand on an inappropriate location.

Ye Xuan’s eyebrows arched; truly, a vixen’s nature was unyielding!

Leng Qiuge managed an additional ten minutes before finally succumbing: "Ye Xuan, you are truly heartless. You profess your love for me, yet at the drinking table, you toy with me like this? I wish to return home. I want to go home!"

Bam!

Leng Qiuge also nestled into Ye Xuan’s arms. Before she drifted off, she nudged Liu Ying’s hand away, which was like jade, and possessively claimed the coveted spot.

Ye Xuan found the situation both amusing and exasperating. Why must these vixens make things difficult for each other?

"A group of extravagant women, sigh!"

Gazing at the multitude of empty bottles before him, Ye Xuan’s lips twitched. In a matter of mere hours, how substantial must the expenditure have been?

Fortunately, Leng Qiuge had settled the bill before succumbing to her drunkenness.

Shaking his head with a sense of helplessness, Ye Xuan carried Liu Ying on his left arm, the little vixen on his right, and Xiao Zhiqing slung over his back. He exited the bar with an air of practiced nonchalance, drawing the envious and jealous gazes of numerous onlookers.

Concurrently, as Ye Xuan began his departure,

A contingent of Qingcheng Mountain disciples, who had been strategically positioned, silently emerged. They were joined by a band of like-minded Martial Artists, who then discreetly shadowed Ye Xuan’s movements.

Instantly, a palpable killing intent permeated the atmosphere.

Their leading senior brother revealed a sinister grin: "Junior brother was correct; this Ye Xuan is likely nothing more than a puffed-up facade. Had he truly possessed skill, he would have detected our presence by now. Instead, he chose to intoxicate these beauties, clearly delivering them into our hands, wouldn't you agree?"

"Heh heh." A corpulent junior chuckled with avarice, "Senior brother, we made an accord; you lead the charge, and I shall serve as your second-in-command!"

"Rest assured, I am not one to renege on my word." The senior brother responded with a faint smile, narrowing his eyes as he spoke in a chilling tone, "However, these considerations are secondary. The paramount objective is to remain focused on our primary target."

"Naturally." The chubby junior declared with malice, "Let us slay Ye Xuan and claim a great accomplishment!"

"Slay Ye Xuan, claim a great accomplishment!"

All the Qingcheng Mountain disciples and many wandering Martial Artists vociferously echoed their agreement. Anticipating the events that were about to unfold, they felt their blood surge with exhilaration.

Whispers circulated widely throughout the Martial Arts world regarding Ye Xuan’s supposed feat of successively eliminating Zhao Yunfei and his offspring, an event that had indeed caused considerable upheaval at the time.

It now appeared that this individual was merely a hollow threat. Yet, for those uninformed, he remained an imposing figure. Should their plan culminate in success tonight, what unparalleled glory would await them?

And then there were those three enchantresses.

Tsk tsk, truly paragons of beauty within the mortal realm!

"Tonight, we shall partake in unparalleled good fortune!"

"With such exquisite quality, forget a third or fourth claim; even after a hundred years, I would remain eternally indebted!"

"Brothers, let us revel in the pleasures of tonight!"

On this particular night, the East Sea seemed to possess a distinct chill.

Yet, Ye Xuan found his own temperature rising considerably.

This was due to the scene that unfolded before his eyes, a scene that was simply too...

The three women were utterly limp, like melted wax, sprawled in disarray within the confines of the car compartment. Their captivating faces were flushed, their bodies languid and alluring, their long legs shamelessly exposed.

Ye Xuan’s gaze faltered after merely a single glance, finding himself momentarily disoriented.

"What a torment, what a curse!"

Ye Xuan winced, swiftly averting his gaze.

While the tableau was undeniably intoxicating, he feared that prolonged observation might lead to a loss of restraint, potentially causing him to commit an act of barbarity.

The mere thought of consuming all three in a single, swift motion sent Ye Xuan spiraling towards the precipice of Cultivation Deviation.

With a discernible shiver, Ye Xuan urgently recited the Ice Heart Technique. Gritting his teeth, he settled into the driver’s seat, initiated the engine, and accelerated towards the city’s outskirts.

At this precise moment, his sole desire was to expeditiously resolve this impending complication, then return home with utmost haste, ensure the well-being of these ladies, and subsequently indulge in a brief period of relaxation at Su Yumo’s residence...

My intentions are pure, yet the world’s circumstances are tumultuous.

Ye Xuan considered himself a man of unwavering integrity and steadfast resolve. Nevertheless, he had not anticipated that a handful of inebriated women would prove so disarmingly unrestrained.

Leng Qiuge, occupying the passenger seat, languidly extended a delicate hand towards Ye Xuan as if lost in a dream.

Ye Xuan’s heart leaped into his throat, nearly causing him to lose control of the steering wheel and veer off course. He exclaimed instinctively, "Qiuge, what are you doing? Restrain yourself!"

Liu Ying, seated in the rear, similarly lurched forward without warning.

The familiar, delicate fragrance mingled with the potent aroma of alcohol, wafting into Ye Xuan’s senses. Simultaneously, an indescribable sensation threatened to overwhelm him completely on the spot.

"Xiao Ying, what is it you desire now? Please compose yourself!"

Two brief moments later.

Ye Xuan's voice, filled with fury and exhaustion, boomed wildly from inside the car, "Xiao Zhiqing, would you be so kind as to move aside, you little imp! What concern is it of yours? Please show some dignity!"

...

One hour elapsed.

A resplendent Maserati sports car materialized within the desolate expanse of East Sea's West Suburb. Two intensely bright beams of light pierced the darkness ahead, their reflected glow accentuating Ye Xuan's disheveled appearance.

He was, in truth, a complete wreck.

Leaning against the hood of the automobile, his attire was practically in tatters, ripped and torn extensively. A casual observer might mistake him for a beggar who happened to own a luxury vehicle.

A closer inspection of his face and neck revealed them to be adorned with lipstick marks of various shapes and sizes!

Absolutely no one was aware of what Ye Xuan had just endured, nor did Ye Xuan wish for anyone to know.

*Snap!*

In the profound silence of the night, Ye Xuan ignited a cigarette. After drawing deeply, he closed his eyes, overwhelmed by a sense of resignation.

The cigarette I'm currently smoking isn't made of tobacco; it's an embodiment of my solitude.

Life is unbearably arduous!

It is said that men do not weep easily, yet over countless years, Ye Xuan had shed barely a tear. So why, at this precise moment, did a profound urge to cry well up within him?

Three exceptionally beautiful women, attacking like ravenous predators, and yet one must clench one's teeth and silently endure, even as the threat of nosebleeds looms, all while striving to maintain the composure of a saint. Would one not feel an inclination to weep?

Abruptly.

In the midst of the dead silence, a thunderous declaration shattered the air: "Ye Xuan, come forth and face your demise!"

*Swish swish swish!*

As the shout reverberated, a cascade of sharp, whistling sounds followed. In a mere instant, Ye Xuan found himself encircled by more than thirty figures, cloaked in utter darkness, forming an impenetrable barrier, their murderous intent palpable.

Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes, a frigid gaze sweeping across the assembled throng. A cynical smile played upon his lips.

"Indeed, there are many individuals who seem unafraid of death."

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes, a flicker of interest sparking within him. Apart from the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain, an even greater number of wandering martial artists had converged here, a development he had not foreseen.

The portly junior disciple from Qingcheng Mountain observed Ye Xuan's pitiable state, a hint of surprise crossing his features, followed by a cold, mocking laugh. "Ye Xuan, who could have imagined you'd be indulging so excessively, bringing three beauties to this desolate locale in the dead of night for a revelry? Are you not a glutton for pleasure?"