Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1599: Ye Xuan Arrives on the Island
Previously on Supreme Divine Physician in the City...
Diana, who had journeyed with Ye Xuan to the Yan Country, bore the responsibility of safeguarding Murong Wanwan and her young niece. However, following the downfall of the Wang Family, the Liu Family found themselves in a precarious position, diminishing the immediate threats and easing the tight grip of the Purgatory Divine Weapons.
On the precipice of the crucial confrontation, Ye Xuan dispatched Diana back to Dragon Blood Castle.
"Black Emperor, your sword!"
Sneaking a glance at Ye Xuan, Diana quickly averted her gaze, her hands trembling with reverence and admiration as she presented the wooden box she cradled.
"Hmm, you have indeed worked hard."
Ye Xuan acknowledged with a nod, accepting the substantial wooden box. He then turned his steps towards the imposing vessel docked at the pier.
A moment of stunned silence befell Diana before she rushed to catch up, her voice firm, "Black Emperor, I shall accompany you."
"Why would you accompany me?" Ye Xuan inquired, his gaze sweeping over Diana with detachment. "Rather than becoming a distraction by my side, it would be more prudent for you to take a taxi to Dragon Domain Villa and oversee the residence with Chi Lian."
Diana halted abruptly, her resolve wavering, no longer daring to press the issue.
Ye Xuan boarded the ship with swiftness, his parting words echoing back to Diana, "Diana, when I emerge victorious, should I discover any losses among my treasures, I shall hold you responsible!"
Boom!
A resonant, deep sound vibrated as the colossal ship unmoored, slicing through the endless expanse of the ocean.
Standing solitary on the pier, Diana watched until the ship vanished completely from sight. Only then did she shake off her stupor, a shadow of loss and concern clouding her exquisite features.
How she envied those other women...
With a sigh, Diana turned and departed.
...
The sun blazed down relentlessly, and the sea winds howled with abandon.
Canglang Island, a desolate speck thirty nautical miles from the East Sea, was rumored to have once housed extensive laboratories. The remnants of hazardous substances had rendered the entire island barren, with only a scattering of parched, yellowing trees clinging to existence.
No life could thrive here!
In such a desolate locale, decades could pass without a single soul setting foot upon its shores.
Yet, on this particular day, Canglang Island buzzed with an unusual liveliness.
Figures converged, forming distinct clusters. Their attire ranged from the humble to the opulent, and at a glance, one might mistake the hundreds assembled, all brandishing swords, sabers, and staffs, for extras in a grand martial arts epic.
The cacophony of voices rose, reminiscent of the legendary clash at Bright Peak when the six major sects besieged the mountain, as depicted in "Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber."
At the heart of this martial gathering stood a stoic figure from the Northern Federation. Clad in traditional samurai garb, a katana resting at his hip, and wearing geta sandals, his eyes were half-lidded, his expression blank, utterly detached from the surrounding clamor—a persistent, unmoving presence.
It was as if his world comprised only himself and one other individual.
That individual had yet to make an appearance...
"It's nearly noon; could it be that Ye Xuan has reneged at the last moment, too afraid to show?"
A voice suddenly cut through the murmuring crowd.
"Seriously? After we've waited this long, it turns out to be a wild goose chase?"
"Sigh, in the end, Ye Xuan is nothing but a coward who fears death!"
"Haha, wasn't he lauded with praise recently? Some in the martial world even likened him to the ancient Ye Tianlong. Now, it's evident he's merely a hollow charlatan!"
"I'm hardly surprised. Sword God Chiba Choko stands as the foremost martial artist of the Northern Federation, a figure revered like a deity. Ye Xuan, knowing he was to face such a formidable opponent, understandably dared not appear!"
"It's over, it's truly over. He absolutely won't dare to come now!"
"..."
As minutes stretched into an agonizing wait with no sign of Ye Xuan, derisive laughter rippled through the assembly, and even those who had held out hope began to succumb to profound disappointment.
A practitioner of martial arts cannot be a coward!
Chen Yue of Qingcheng Mountain knitted his brows, his gaze fixed intently on the churning ocean beyond the island, his eyes alight with vexation and a touch of resentment.
If Ye Xuan failed to arrive, how would he exact vengeance for his fallen disciples?
This climactic battle, whether for Qingcheng Mountain, the Lu Family, or Ghost King Valley, had entailed immense investment in both resources and personnel. If it all culminated in futility, the thought alone was maddening.
Baili Xiao of Heroic Mountain slowly let his smile fade.
"Could something have gone awry?"
Baili Xiao mused silently, calculating that Ye Xuan should have made his appearance by this time.
A palpable unease settled upon everyone, a ripple of restlessness spreading through the ranks.
Only the Sword God, standing serenely amidst the scene, remained unperturbed. His demeanor suggested an almost serene indifference to Ye Xuan's arrival, yet it also hinted at an unshakeable confidence that Ye Xuan would, indeed, appear...
Time continued its relentless march, each second ticking away.
Just as the assembled crowd reached the brink of forfeiting their last shred of patience and preparing to depart...
Buzz!
From the northern horizon, the resonant thrum of an approaching vessel pierced the air!
"He's here!"
The atmosphere, previously thick with tension and dwindling hope, instantly surged, erupting with a wave of collective excitement.
At this juncture, the Sword God's gaze, truly opened for the first time, fixed intently in that direction, a fierce battle flame igniting within his deep eyes.
"He has arrived..."
The Sword God whispered, his voice carrying a slight tremor, laden with myriad emotions.
All gazes swiveled towards the approaching spectacle.
On the horizon where the sea meets the sky, the colossal silhouette of a ship finally became fully discernible.
The vessel steadily drew nearer.
The figure standing upon its deck gradually came into everyone's field of vision.
Unremarkable in visage, of average build, clad in a Zhongshan suit, he exuded the aura of a martial arts master. One hand hung loosely by his side, the other resting upon a long wooden box positioned next to him. In the sea breeze, his hair fluttered, conveying a sense of calm defiance.
"Ye Xuan!"
"It is Ye Xuan!"
"He actually came!"
Suddenly, gasps of astonishment erupted across Canglang Island.
A faction, eagerly anticipating Ye Xuan bringing glory to Yan Country, was filled with passionate excitement once more, while those who harbored dreams of Ye Xuan meeting a grim fate offered cold smiles.
The atmosphere grew peculiar and charged with tension.
Amidst this palpable ambiance.
The ship eventually dropped anchor against the rocky shores of Canglang Island.
Ye Xuan descended from the deck, his steps deliberate as he set foot upon the desolate and barren island.
At this precise moment.
The strong wind howled, reminiscent of the wails of tormented spirits.
A bone-chilling aura instantly permeated the entire island, instilling an inexplicable coldness in everyone present, as if they were submerged in glacial depths.
An ill wind rises, and murder is resolved!
Under the multitude of observing eyes, Ye Xuan, with the long wooden box shouldered, proceeded with indifference towards the most densely populated area. Not long after, he navigated through the throng, ultimately standing directly before the Sword God.