The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3389: Sword Slash (Third Update)

"Wait just a moment, if you three would be so kind."

Ye Lingtian spun around and entered the building, heading toward the cultivation room to give a report to Ye Chen:

"Hall Master, representatives from the Martial God Mountain of the Outer Realm have arrived. They claim to have vital matters to discuss with you."

"Martial God Mountain?"

The moment those words reached him, Ye Chen’s spirit was shaken. He sensed a flicker of overlapping karma and, a heartbeat later, caught a faint glimpse of the Empress Xuanji Yue’s shadow!

"So, it seems this Martial God Mountain is actually connected to the Empress! Furthermore, that mountain houses a Small Origin Weapon—one of the 'Four Immortal Slaying Swords' known as the Slaughter Immortal Sword!"

Ye Chen was inwardly stunned, unable to immediately decipher the true motives of Martial God Mountain. However, considering the link to Xuanji Yue, the visit was unlikely to be a benevolent one.

"Instruct them to wait. I will come out to meet them personally tomorrow morning."

Ye Chen issued the command, suspecting that these three individuals might be messengers dispatched by Xuanji Yue. He intended to prepare himself thoroughly to ensure they did not uncover the mysteries of the Netherworld Map.

"Understood."

Ye Lingtian immediately exited and addressed Ning Xuanhai and his companions: "Honored guests, our Hall Master is currently at a critical juncture of his secluded cultivation and cannot emerge just yet. You will have to wait until tomorrow morning to see him. Please show some understanding if this causes any trouble."

Ning Xuanhai pressed his lips together, pausing briefly before replying: "If that is the case, we three disciples shall impose upon your hospitality for the night and await Hall Master Ye’s distinguished presence in the morning."

"I appreciate your patience. This way, please."

With an inviting gesture, Ye Lingtian escorted Ning Xuanhai and the others to the "Guest Reception Hall," where he settled them into their quarters before departing.

"Senior Brother, that man was quite impressive."

Once Ye Lingtian was out of sight, Yun Hongchen watched his retreating figure, a sparkle in her lovely eyes: "If even a subordinate possesses such a heroic aura, I can only imagine how charismatic Hall Master Ye himself must be."

"Hmph, we have traveled a great distance, yet Ye Chen refuses to grant us an audience. He is clearly looking down on us."

Han Zui felt his temper rise upon hearing Yun Hongchen’s praise. As masters of the Holy Ancestor Realm, these three disciples held high status within Martial God Mountain. Being treated as mere common guests at the Demon Suppression Hall left him feeling slighted.

He was unaware that Ye Lingtian had witnessed the supreme majesty of figures like Xuanyuan Moxie and Mo Xue Ming. Compared to such legends, ordinary Holy Ancestor Realm masters naturally seemed unremarkable to him, which is why he showed them no special deference.

"We are strangers in this place. We should wait quietly and avoid stirring up trouble."

Ning Xuanhai’s expression darkened as he issued a stern warning, fearing any potential complications.

"Yes, Master."

Faced with Ning Xuanhai’s command, Han Zui did not dare to argue and quickly gave his assent.

The trio settled into their rooms, but by the afternoon, a restless Han Zui sought out Yun Hongchen and suggested: "Junior Sister, let us go for a stroll."

"Very well."

Yun Hongchen, also feeling the boredom of waiting, left with Han Zui. As they wandered the outskirts of the Demon Suppression Hall, they suddenly heard echoes of laughter coming from the heart of the forest, accompanied by drifting ribbons of demonic energy.

"What intense demonic energy!"

Han Zui’s expression shifted instantly. Drawing his Dragonslayer Sword, he cautioned: "Junior Sister, stay alert."

Startled by the encroaching wisps of demonic energy, Yun Hongchen quickly focused her mind for protection and followed Han Zui into the deep woods.

Ahead in a clearing, they spotted a young girl in a floral dress. She had fair skin and a lively, adorable appearance as she played on a swing.

Standing beside her was a terrifying, furry humanoid beast. Clad in armor with a saber at its hip, the creature was wreathed in flickering Ghost Fire.

These two were, of course, Xiao Bai and the You Ying Ghost Weasel.

Xiao Bai, who was naturally mischievous, had found herself with no playmates after Xia Ruoxue and Little Gold went into seclusion upon returning from the Heavenly Dao Palace. Consequently, she had gone out to play with the You Ying Ghost Weasel.

Under the bright sun and clear sky, the sight of the beautiful little girl swinging happily near a rushing waterfall was quite a serene scene.

As Han Zui watched, his mind momentarily wavered; Xiao Bai’s jade-like features and tender skin made her look like a celestial being.

However, the sight of the dark, furry You Ying Ghost Weasel standing beside her, radiating demonic energy, suddenly snapped Han Zui back to his senses.

"Halt! You two Ancient Great Calamities, how dare you cause mischief here!"

Han Zui’s heart pounded as he glared at Xiao Bai: "You monstrous creature, you nearly clouded my Dao heart. You are guilty!"

He recognized that Xiao Bai, as the Taiyin Jade Rabbit, possessed the most potent bloodline of the Ancient Ten Evils. Because of her cute appearance, he had almost been entranced, and he felt fortunate to have woken up in time.

"Hey! Who do you think you’re talking to? Who are you trying to frighten?"

Xiao Bai’s eyes went wide. She noticed Han Zui’s unfamiliar face and strange aura; he clearly wasn’t a member of the Demon Suppression Hall, and she had no idea where he had come from.

"Just who are you? This is the territory of the Demon Suppression Hall. Do not behave recklessly."

The You Ying Ghost Weasel’s eyes grew cold. He gripped his saber tightly, sensing that Han Zui’s cultivation was at the first level of the Holy Ancestor Realm—a level far beyond his own.

However, since such a powerful expert couldn't have entered the grounds unnoticed, he assumed the man wasn't an enemy but likely a guest, and he intended to clarify the situation.

"Junior Sister, assist me in slaying these demons!"

Ignoring the question, Han Zui glanced at Yun Hongchen. Killing intent flared between his brows as his Spiritual energy surged, causing the Dragonslayer Sword to erupt with a brilliant, divine light.

Seeing them as Ancient Great Calamities, he wanted to execute them on the spot. He found Xiao Bai’s innocence particularly dangerous, believing her natural allure would corrupt one’s mind. He feared that if he hesitated, his Dao heart would shatter and he would be lost forever.

"Senior Brother, stop!"

Yun Hongchen tried to intervene, shouting: "This might be a simple misunderstanding! Do not strike so hastily!"

She had spotted the emblem of the Demon Suppression Hall on the You Ying Ghost Weasel’s armor, suggesting they might not be enemies.

"There is no misunderstanding! These are two Great Calamities—vile demons that must be purged immediately!"

Han Zui gave a fierce roar and swung his sword. He was terrified that any further delay would lead him into a trap of deception.

*Shick!*

The razor-sharp blade tore through the air, aimed directly at the You Ying Ghost Weasel and Xiao Bai.

The full might of a Holy Ancestor Realm expert was unleashed.

"Oh no!"

Xiao Bai cried out. She hadn't expected him to attack without warning. With her cultivation only at the Seventh Level of the Heavenly God Realm, she was completely unable to block a strike from the Holy Ancestor Realm.

"Watch out, Senior Sister!"

The You Ying Ghost Weasel’s face paled. He desperately drew his saber, throwing himself in front of Xiao Bai to shield her.

*Zheng!*

His cultivation was only at the Eighth Layer of the Heavenly God Realm; he was equally powerless against such a blow.

Han Zui’s sword descended, shattering the weasel's saber with a single strike. The explosive force of the blade continued forward, tearing into his body with vicious intent.

*Puchi!*

In a flash, a horrific wound opened across the You Ying Ghost Weasel. Blood sprayed everywhere as the strike nearly cut him in half at the waist.