Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1672: Do You Have No Self-Awareness?

Chiba Sakurako closed her beautiful eyes again, the smile at the corner of her lips growing thicker and more relaxed. Her swaying body stopped struggling, and in a free fall, she dropped straight down toward the Flower Sea below.

Falling from a height of over ten meters into her favorite Flower Sea—would it hurt? Would it kill her?

Chiba Sakurako felt a kind of comfort.

At least, the last sight she saw before death would be the scenery she loved most in life, just like her father, who also fell with a thunderous crash in his beloved Yan Country.

Life is bitter and short; to die in a place one loves is, in its way, a blessed thing.

Chiba Sakurako peacefully waited for the final pain to arrive.

But she waited for a long time, and no pain came.

"Could it be... I’m already dead? So that’s why I don’t feel pain?" Chiba Sakurako was puzzled. So the saying that the dead feel no pain... turns out it’s true.

Just then—

"Sakurako, are you alright?" A man’s voice, familiar yet strange, sounded faintly by her ear.

Chiba Sakurako froze. That was Ye Xuan’s voice!

God, why is it that even after I’m dead, I’m still imagining him showing up?

"Sakurako? Sakurako?"

Ye Xuan’s voice rang out again, this time accompanied by a violent shaking.

After the shaking, before Chiba Sakurako could gather her wits, a sudden, fierce pressure came from her chest. It seemed like... CPR?

Chiba Sakurako was very confused. She clearly no longer felt pain, so why could she still feel this, even... even feel the warmth of those hands!

Very soon.

Chiba Sakurako felt a pair of warm lips pressing against her own, and then... a breath with a faint tobacco scent was blown into her.

All of these sensations were far, far too real!

Suddenly—

Chiba Sakurako seemed to jolt awake. She abruptly opened those eyes more beautiful than the stars, and was utterly stunned.

This wasn’t an illusion, definitely not an illusion!

An illusion wouldn’t feel this real—so real that she could clearly distinguish even the taste of his lips!

I’m not dead?

"Mmph!"

Chiba Sakurako cried out in fright, her blocked mouth suddenly letting out a muffled sound.

Ye Xuan, who was in the middle of blowing air into her mouth, heard the sound and couldn’t help being stunned for a moment, then hurriedly sat up and said with a smile, "Don’t get the wrong idea, you just passed out. Just in case, I was giving you CPR."

"I..."

The pretty face that had been completely bloodless flushed red despite itself. Chiba Sakurako wanted to say that she hadn’t actually passed out, but the words just wouldn’t come.

Letting this be treated as nothing more than CPR seemed like the best way to avoid awkwardness.

Chiba Sakurako quickly put away her shyness, pressed her lips together, and stared somewhat dreamily at the handsome face of the man before her, saying weakly, "Thank you... thank you."

"Thank me for what?" Ye Xuan waved his hand and teased, "I should be thanking you. I came to the Northern Federation this time just to save you. If you’d kicked the bucket before I found you, that’d be really embarrassing for me. Thanks for letting me save face here."

Hearing this, Chiba Sakurako was taken aback, then couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face.

She’d been amused by Ye Xuan.

This man was always like this—sometimes towering and dependable as a mountain, sometimes mischievous and playful. No one could ever fully figure out what went on in his head.

Looking at him now, Chiba Sakurako felt an almost surreal illusion.

Real yet unreal.

She had waited here many days, gritting her teeth and holding on, and he never appeared.

But the moment she gave up struggling, this man appeared at the very last moment and stopped her from falling to her death.

She already owed him several lives...

"Your injuries are very serious."

While Chiba Sakurako’s thoughts were drifting, Ye Xuan had already finished examining her body and immediately frowned.

For her to have held out until now with such grievous wounds—Ye Xuan almost didn’t dare imagine what would have happened if he’d been a step later. How bitter the outcome would have been.

"Mm..." Chiba Sakurako came back to herself, lightly nodding. "Du Bianhong led many members of the Sword God Association in a night raid. I paid quite a price to escape."

"Hang on a little longer."

Ye Xuan’s brows knit tightly together as he picked up Chiba Sakurako’s light, soft body, intending to head back toward the city.

Beautiful as this place was, with the constant drizzle it was really not suited for treatment.

Just then—

"Hahaha!"

A wild laugh suddenly rang out in the distance.

Ye Xuan halted mid-step, a ghostly cold gleam flashing through his pitch-black eyes.

Chiba Sakurako, hearing that laugh, turned pale. Her white teeth clenched as she spat out hatefully, "It’s Du Bianhong. He’s found this place!"

Shua, shua, shua!

In the rainy night, the sound of bodies cutting through the air echoed. In just a moment, Ye Xuan and Chiba Sakurako were surrounded on all sides.

Figures of samurai in black, easily numbering in the hundreds!

Even without Chiba Sakurako saying anything, Ye Xuan could guess that these people were likely almost the entire Sword God Association.

And at their head was a lean, middle-aged man with a sharp face, a katana in hand, his presence extraordinary and his strength clearly not ordinary.

"That’s Du Bianhong..."

Chiba Sakurako stared fixedly at that middle-aged man, gritting her teeth as she spoke to Ye Xuan.

The long night stretched on, rain falling in fine sheets!

In the boundless, breathtaking Flower Sea, the hundreds of pitch-black figures were like destroyers of the world, mercilessly trampling vast swathes of blossoms and grass, savagely defiling this paradise-like scene.

The icy aura of slaughter spread in an instant, enveloping the entire Flower Sea!

Hearing the gloomy tone in Chiba Sakurako’s voice in his arms, Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked with interest toward Du Bianhong.

It was a lean man with a handsome face—at first glance, a courteous gentleman. But in his slightly sunken eyes, a viper-like insidiousness faintly flickered.

The gentleman-sword, Yue Buqun!

Right now, Du Bianhong was also staring at Ye Xuan, the corner of his mouth curling into a mocking, cold smile. "Ye Xuan? The famed prodigy. Hearing of you is nothing like seeing you in person."

Ye Xuan couldn’t understand the Northern Federation language, so he lowered his head to look at Chiba Sakurako.

Expressionless, Chiba Sakurako said, "He’s praising you. Fake praise."

"Alright then."

Ye Xuan was speechless for a moment. His strength simply wouldn’t allow him to keep a low profile.

Du Bianhong also seemed to realize the language barrier, and he frowned slightly before speaking in awkward Yan Country speech: "Ye Xuan, on behalf of our Sword God Association, I’d like to express our deepest thanks to you. Without you, it really wouldn’t have been easy for us to find this traitor, Chiba Sakurako!"

Ye Xuan was briefly stunned, then quickly understood.

The Sword God Association’s influence in the Northern Federation could absolutely be described as covering the sky with one hand. That he hadn’t noticed their surveillance right away wasn’t all that surprising.

Shrugging, Ye Xuan sneered, "These days there are more and more people who are even more shameless than me. Who’s the traitor and who’s the heartless bastard—you really don’t have even a shred of self-awareness?"