Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1784 - 1785: Martial Arts Tournament, Opening Ceremony

The night deepens.

Ye Xuan, oblivious to the outside world, was sitting in the living room, watching TV with Little Cloud.

Naturally, Lin Tong and the other women were also present.

Little Cloud sat on Ye Xuan’s lap, Lin Tong nestled on his right, while his left hand stealthily made contact with Leng Qiuge and Liu Ying who were nearby.

Two words: blissful!

The whole family quietly accompanied Little Cloud watching cartoons.

Finally, an episode ended.

Ye Xuan glanced at the time and chuckled to Little Cloud, saying, "Little girl, it’s getting late, time to wash up and go to bed?"

"Ah... It’s still early, Little Cloud doesn’t want to sleep!" Little Cloud replied reluctantly.

"No sleep, no cartoons tomorrow." Ye Xuan said.

Little Cloud pouted slightly, yielding to her father’s authority, she obediently went to bed.

Ye Xuan smiled, greeted Lin Tong and the others, got up, returned to his room, and then rummaged around to find the Book of Life and Death.

Opening the Book of Life and Death, Ye Xuan was presented with a page filled with names.

If there were any Martial Arts insiders present, they would immediately recognize the names on this page were those of prominent figures in Martial Arts.

Zhao Family, Zhao Xunjian.

Qingcheng Mountain, Yang Kuangdao.

Ghost King Valley, Yu Xiu.

Miaofa Association, Ren Xiuyi...

There were densely packed names, at least a dozen, all heads of various major sects in Martial Arts, and dozens more were core figures within these sects.

Ye Xuan picked up a pen and marked a big cross on the page.

A bold stroke, epoch-making!!

The next day, the sun shone brightly!

The usually deserted East Sea Duck Sea was bustling with people today.

Imposing cruise ships, braving fierce sea winds, sped across the vast ocean, with ungainly silhouettes aboard.

Someone, standing three feet tall, had explosively muscular build, effortlessly shouldered a hundred-pound broadsword.

Someone else, skinny as a bone, seemed like they would topple in the wind, yet stood firm on deck, unaffected by howling winds, solid as a mountain.

And others...

Each different, yet somehow all the same.

Strange, marvelous!

The increasingly advanced scientific logic seemed useless on them.

Two words: odd indeed!

These people, brimming with excitement, itching to try, thrilled beyond measure.

"The triennial Martial Arts Tournament is finally here!"

"I have sequestered myself for training for three years just for today. Today, I must showcase my divine skills for the world to see: Yi Xiaoyao truly is carefree!"

"Hmph, three years ago, Li Hu from Zhanfeng Pavilion beat me with one move, leaving me unable to hold my head high. Today, this disgrace must be avenged!"

"Last Martial Arts Tournament, I underperformed and failed to catch the attention of major sects. This time, I will definitely become a member of a major sect!"

"..."

These martial artists, considered beyond reach by the mundane world, today seemed like a group of fresh graduates, eager, expectant, confident.

Each had their own goal.

Independent Martial Artists, who trained arduously for over three years, aimed to shine at the Martial Arts Tournament, then be noticed by major sects, and ascend to life’s peak.

While those already members of major sects came to bring glory to their sects, with revenge for grievances and exploits for accomplishments.

The strong aimed even higher.

They eyed the position of Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch!

Each level had its dreams, survival of the fittest seemed to be the immutable law of this Great Thousand World.

Ye Xuan, bearing the Dragon Blood Sword, stood against the wind on a cruise deck, observing the martial artists’ enthusiastic moods, his lips also curved with expectation.

Ye Xuan had no interest in the coveted Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch position, but had plans for those present today.

It’s been many years.

Past grudge, today’s settling, when else if not now?

"This year’s Martial Arts Tournament seems livelier than previous ones." Chiba Sakurako, following beside Ye Xuan, suddenly remarked.

"Livelier than previous?" Ye Xuan chuckled: "How do you know?"

Chiba Sakurako sighed softly: "Back then, my father lost to Senior Ye, although he vowed never to step into Yan Country again, he kept paying attention to Yan Country’s Martial Arts. So I have some knowledge of the previous Martial Arts Tournaments."

Ye Xuan grinned: "Then tell me, what are the differences of this year’s Martial Arts Tournament compared to previous ones?"

Chiba Sakurako pondered: "More people, more instabilities."

Ye Xuan smiled: "Oh?"

Chiba Sakurako: "Previously, before the Martial Arts Tournament began, everyone practically knew the outcome. But this year... Zhao Xunjian won’t find it as easy."

Ye Xuan was startled, then burst into laughter: "You’ve been roundaboutly complimenting me this whole time, haven’t you?"

Chiba Sakurako smiled sweetly, blushing as she looked at Ye Xuan: "Brother Ye, you will win!"

Ye Xuan laughed heartily.

Admittedly, although Chiba Sakurako didn’t have much conviction, her adaptability was strong. Despite not staying long in Yan Country, she had even learned how to butter someone up!

Seeing her drop-dead gorgeous face, Ye Xuan was so joyful he almost couldn’t resist picking her up and kissing her heartily.

Too damn adorable!

...

Smooth sailing.

As Ye Xuan’s cruise reached Canglang Island, the previously ignored island was already surrounded by ships, and shadows on the island appeared overly crowded.

At a glance, there were likely thousands!

Indeed, a sea of people!

In the center of the island packed with heads stood a towering stage up to a hundred feet high, a temporarily built venue for Martial Arts contests.

Competitions held here were more direct and relatively fairer, with all eyes watching.

Ye Xuan disembarked with Chiba Sakurako, his eyes lightly sweeping the scene, spotting many familiar figures.

Zhengyang Sect, Qin Yitian.

Heroic Mountain, Baili Xiao.

Zhanfeng Pavilion, Du Chong.

And... Ye Family, Ye Xiaoying!

Seeing Ye Xiaoying’s familiar and stunning figure, Ye Xuan’s brows furrowed lightly. Although it was all expected, a faint annoyance lingered in his heart.

This girl was asking for trouble?

Amidst the crowd, Ye Xiaoying seemed to sense Ye Xuan’s gaze, turned to look, complex emotions flitted in her beautiful eyes before she quickly turned away.

This dispelled Ye Xuan’s initial intent to greet her.

"Forget it, let her be."

Sighing helplessly, Ye Xuan realized he was powerless against Ye Xiaoying, for their relationship had grown increasingly distant. On what grounds could he control her?

Silently sighing, Ye Xuan turned and led Chiba Sakurako to a less crowded corner to stay.