The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3420: 3420: Mister Ye!
Previously on The Divine Urban Physician...
“Where did it go?” Stunned, the Sky-covering Demon Emperor reacted instantly, thrusting the Slaughter Immortal Sword toward the Blood Night.
“Buzz…” A blinding radiance erupted from the Blood Night. Unable to withstand the force, the Sky-covering Demon Emperor was hurled backward.
However, the light of the Blood Night carried no lethal intent; it merely repelled him. Realizing this, the Sky-covering Demon Emperor’s expression shifted, and he swiftly sheathed the Slaughter Immortal Sword behind his back.
“Senior Demon Emperor, the master…” Seeing the commotion, the You Ying Ghost Weasel rushed forward, his voice laced with anxiety.
“It seems the Blood Night harbors no ill will. We shall wait here and maintain a strict watch for any intruders,” the Sky-covering Demon Emperor commanded, his gaze sweeping toward the entrance.
Understanding the gravity of the situation, the You Ying Ghost Weasel and the others turned solemn, forming a defensive perimeter against any lurking threats.
Meanwhile, as Ye Chen drew near the Blood Night, his vision blurred. In the next heartbeat, he found himself standing within a cavern of deep crimson.
The cave walls were etched with countless sword marks. A single look at them was enough to cause vertigo, as they contained profound and infinite mysteries of the Dao.
“What kind of place is this?” Ye Chen’s brow furrowed. He reached out to examine the marks, but a bone-chilling aura struck him before he could make contact. He jerked his hand back, only to find a bloody gash on his palm that began to heal at a sluggish pace.
“The Source Power within these sword marks feels identical to the Blood Night.” Ye Chen’s eyes shimmered with realization.
Suddenly, a voice resonated through the hollow cave, “Refrain from touching those marks, lest you perish without even knowing how.”
“Senior Ren?” Recognizing the voice immediately, Ye Chen spun around. Standing a short distance away was a translucent, illusory figure—the enigmatic Senior Ren.
Though it was merely a projection, the aura radiating from Senior Ren remained unfathomable and deep, like an abyss that could not be measured.
Senior Ren’s shadow looked at Ye Chen with a calm expression. “I have been waiting for your arrival.”
“Waiting for me?”
Ye Chen stared at Ren Feifan in shock. What did that imply? Had Ren Feifan predicted his return following the conflict?
“What is the meaning of this?” Ye Chen pressed for answers. “What occurred on this Ancient Battlefield? What are the secrets of the ancient era? Why am I—”
Before Ye Chen could finish, the shadow raised a hand, cutting off his voice and leaving him unable to speak.
“Ask no more, for I shall provide no answers. You must uncover the truth through your own journey.”
“Revealing the Heavenly Secrets prematurely would only destabilize your Dao heart.”
Senior Ren’s shadowy gaze deepened, appearing to pierce through the cavern walls and into the boundless void above.
“However… follow me…”
…
At the same time, within the Jade Sword Sect of the Lingwu Continent.
Deep inside a Sword Pavilion, thousands of Dragonslayer Swords were plunged into the ground.
For generations, this pavilion had served as the primary site for the Jade Sword Sect’s weapon refinement!
Zhu Ya had been imprisoned here immediately after being captured by Wang Jiuxu and his companions.
To ensure her bloodline remained untainted, the area was strictly off-limits to unauthorized personnel.
The constant heat from the forging fires made the temperature inside the Sword Pavilion nearly unbearable.
Ordinary disciples were incapable of enduring the environment for long.
Even skilled swordsmiths could only withstand the conditions for brief periods.
Consequently, the Sword Pavilion was thick with an overwhelming spiritual pressure.
While Zhu Ya was considered powerful in Huaxia, she was no match for the crushing spiritual pressure of the Lingwu Continent.
Currently, her complexion was ghostly pale.
She was in a state of extreme exhaustion.
Her appearance was tattered and weary!
Under normal circumstances, someone of Zhu Ya’s Cultivation level would have succumbed to the Sword Pavilion’s environment within hours.
Yet, she had somehow managed to endure for several days.
Her eyes remained filled with a stubborn resolve, as if a flickering flame within her soul refused to be extinguished.
She was determined to live.
Her only reason for coming to the Lingwu Continent was to find Mister Ye.
“Mister Ye…”
In her weakened state, she whispered that name like a prayer.
Suddenly, the heavy doors creaked open.
Wang Jiuxu, Zhou Zhenxin, Jiang Lichun, and Liu Meihan stood at the entrance. They looked at Zhu Ya, who was huddled on the floor, with visible astonishment.
“The girl is still breathing?”
“How many days has it been now?”
“The most vital stage of our Jade Sword Sect’s forging process requires the Blood Sacrifice at the brink of death.”
“If she refuses to die, our progress will be stalled!”
Wang Jiuxu attempted to move closer to inspect her, but the fierce spiritual pressure and searing heat hit him like a physical gale.
Repting a step, he spoke with arrogant condescension, “Zhu Ya, I suggest you stop resisting.”
“Your persistence only prolongs your agony.”
“A commoner from a low-level martial plane like you should consider it a grand honor to serve the Jade Sword Sect.”
Zhu Ya ignored his words completely, her bloodless lips continuing to form the same silent syllables.
Mister Ye.
Wang Jiuxu scowled. At such a desperate moment, was her will to live really being sustained by this "Mister Ye"?
Could one man be the source of such a miracle?
Ye?
The surname sparked a flicker of unease in Wang Jiuxu’s mind.
For a split second, he wondered if Zhu Ya truly had a connection to Ye Chen, the Master of the Demon Suppression Hall.
But he quickly dismissed the thought!
It was impossible!
Standing beside him, Liu Meihan crossed her arms, her voice dripping with contempt. “This lowly girl is just desperately clinging to life.”
“This ‘Mister Ye’ she mentions is likely her lover.”
“Given her pathetic Cultivation, her man is surely a nobody as well.”
“Senior Brother Wang, if she keeps this up, why don’t we just drag her out and destroy that face of hers?”
Liu Meihan was consumed by envy over Zhu Ya’s beauty.
To her, that beautiful face was an insult that deserved to be erased.
Wang Jiuxu hesitated for a moment before replying, “The forging Elders insisted on waiting for an auspicious day. Today is not the time to act.”
“Give it a few more days. If she still survives, we will deal with her then.”
Though Liu Meihan was irritated, she bowed her head. “Senior Brother is right.”
The group soon departed.
The doors of the Sword Pavilion slammed shut, sealing the room.
Once again, the world was swallowed by darkness.
Zhu Ya continued to chant those three words in a low murmur.
After a long silence, the door opened a crack once more.
A young girl with braided hair, dressed in the robes of a Jade Sword Sect servant-disciple, slipped inside.
She looked around nervously to ensure she wasn’t followed before closing the door behind her.
As the crushing spiritual pressure hit her, the girl turned pale, and a thin line of blood trickled from her lip.
She was clearly risking her life to be there.
Fighting through the heat and pressure, she hurried to Zhu Ya’s side. She produced a small vial, opened it carefully, and held it to Zhu Ya’s lips, whispering softly, “I’ve returned, sister. Drink this quickly. I managed to steal this elixir from the alchemy hall.”
As the liquid touched her tongue, Zhu Ya instinctively gripped the bottle and swallowed the medicine greedily.