The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3456: 3456: Ren Feifan! Do You Like Hiding So Much?
Previously on The Divine Urban Physician...
Ye Chen paid attention to the old man's words and turned his gaze toward him. He was well aware of this fact. The appearance of the Tribulation lightning had been triggered exactly by his use of the Dharma Flower Annihilation Heaven. Yet, without shielding the old man, that enigmatic power would utterly erase him, leaving nothing behind.
“Sir, there's no need for you to shield me. My time is running out, and you shouldn't bear such a steep cost on my account.”
The old man didn't state it outright, but he knew full well that the Tribulation lightning overhead was far too dreadful, and Ye Chen, reborn and starting his cultivation over, wouldn't be able to endure it. So, he pressed Ye Chen to abandon his protection.
True enough, just as the old man mentioned, his lifespan was short. Even if Ye Chen managed to safeguard him, he wouldn't have much longer to live.
Upon hearing these words, Ye Chen fixed a deep, thoughtful look on the old man. Inside his form, numerous seals lingered, placed there by Mo Xue Ming to guarantee the old man's doom once he stirred.
Those seals from Mo Xue Ming were profoundly malicious, striking straight at the old man's soul, impossible to shatter.
Although Ye Chen's pill had briefly freed the old man from Mo Xue Ming's seals, they couldn't be undone. Not even Ye Chen had the means to lift them, meaning the old man would soon meet his end in mere days.
Simultaneously, Ye Chen detected the old man's burdensome karma. Pulling him back by force would unleash dire repercussions beyond imagination. With the sky's horrifying thunderbolts added in, Ye Chen found himself forced to relent.
“Alright.” Ye Chen withdrew the Buddha Light Barrier, causing the fearsome thunderbolts in the heavens to vanish right away.
Ye Chen turned back to the old man and spoke gravely, “What’s your name?”
“Haha, my name is Wang Yunting.” The old man chuckled, looking utterly at ease.
“Sir, you shouldn’t feel any remorse over me. I’ve lived a full life; I’ve accomplished plenty already.”
As he finished speaking, the mysterious force fully surrounded Wang Yunting.
Right then, Ye Chen perceived the mysterious force bursting forth with an aura of boundless terror, like the world's most horrifying entity.
All at once, those around felt chills run down their spines. Right in the heart of this mysterious force, Wang Yunting's form faded away like strokes on a canvas, piece by piece, until he was gone from existence entirely.
The sight left the air heavy with silence, as the power had just instilled fear in every soul there.
Ye Chen stared intently at the spot where Wang Yunting had vanished, watching a lone silver hair drift softly to the ground—it was Wang Yunting's, all that remained after his complete disappearance.
With a flick of his hand, Ye Chen pulled the hair into his grasp. Then, atop the peak behind the Demon Suppression Hall, he erected a grave for Wang Yunting, placing the hair inside and sealing it with Hongmeng Energy to preserve it forever.
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At the same time, within the Upper Realm lay a domain brimming with blood essence.
Sword scars etched the earth.
These traces spoke of the trials this area had weathered.
Even more striking, a massive stele rose a hundred meters high at the blood-drenched ground's center.
Countless names were inscribed upon the stele.
Each etched as if in blood, deep and vivid.
At the peak, in the top line, ten names stood in a row, including one that rang familiar.
Ren Feifan.
“Elder Ye, how much time has passed since our arrival here?”
“Time flies by, the goal of cultivation stretches into forever, and immortality remains a deep mystery.”
A man whose eyes shimmered faintly with Blood Moon light murmured quietly.
Were Ye Chen present, he’d instantly recognize this as the enigmatic Ren!
In that instant, Ren Feifan stared at the stele, his gaze brimming with endless yearning.
Elder Ye thought briefly, then answered, “A great deal of time has gone by…”
“Cultivators rarely ponder what time truly means.”
“They lose themselves in practice, overlooking so much.”
“The companions at their side, the views surrounding them.”
Ren Feifan gave a faint smile: “Elder Ye, you're getting emotional once more; we're just figures driven by destiny.”
“Throughout this existence, I've strived to shatter that intangible force, yet it turned out to be hollow in the end.”
“Maybe we have to wait and see if Ye Chen succeeds.”
Elder Ye's gaze grew somber as he went on: “If my guess is right, he's facing off against that figure from the Netherworld Hall right now.”
Ren Feifan narrowed his eyes: “Yes, I felt it—he's just comprehended the initial layer of the Blood Moon Heaven-Slaying Strike.”
“In this lifetime, I never pushed the Blood Moon Heaven-Slaying Strike to its peak; I hope he does.”
Elder Ye showed intrigue, asking, “Doesn’t this technique rely on the Blood Moon's might and your lineage? How is Ye Chen able to command it?”
Ren Feifan reached out, tracing the sword scars on the stele, and explained, “The Dust-falling Dragon Subduing Sword holds back some of my Blood Moon essence. Armed with that blade, he can wield it easily, though at his present power level, the Blood Moon Heaven-Slaying Strike isn't easy to summon—it comes with harsh restrictions... even harming the flesh.”
“He might manage it only now and then.”
“I'm eager to know if Ye Chen can form the nine-layered Blood Moon, since I hid a tremendous secret inside the Dust-falling Dragon Subduing Sword.”
Elder Ye looked stunned, his eyes shifting to the stele: “How many of these names still belong to the living?”
“Those former rivals—most have faded away, while others withdrew to hidden retreats. Sadly, the age of legendary battles feels finished.”
Ren Feifan cut in then: “Elder Ye, some things can't be settled for sure; we may need Ye Chen to slowly recall those lost memories.”
“Moreover, Elder Ye, have you really overlooked how the monument's inscribed figures vanished?”
“You could have missed the Samsara Master's hidden schemes from back then.”
At these words, Elder Ye's expression shifted, his eyes flaring wide: “You’re saying… the Yin Yang Temple?”
Ren Feifan’s mouth formed a sly grin: “The Yin Yang Temple stays a myth shrouded in legend; nobody grasps its members' roots, except perhaps the Samsara Master alone.”
“Sometimes, I've pondered if we see ourselves as the masterminds, while the real one is the Samsara Master? Might we just be pieces on his game board?”
“The secrets of the Yin Yang Temple run far deeper than we imagine.”
As Ren Feifan and Elder Ye conversed, ripples stirred in the Void anew!
The pair shared a startled look!
“She’s approaching again.”
Ren Feifan uttered with a touch of resignation.
Elder Ye’s Dantian surged with Spiritual Power, readying for battle: “Do we flee?”
Ren Feifan shook his head: “No need; evasion won’t fix anything.”
In the following instant, the Void ripped apart.
A woman clad in icy-blue jade attire, trailed by a band of formidable warriors, all arrived in force!
Strange runes marked each of their bodies.
These runes gleamed with eerie, spectral blue light.
The woman at the forefront let her long black locks cascade over her shoulders, secured simply by a blue band.
Her eyes resembled serene pools of water, subtly swirling with runes.
Faintly, the flow of Source Qi could be felt encircling her!
Undeniably, her cultivation realm outshone all the elites beside her!
Her stare locked onto Ren Feifan, flames of rage flickering in her eyes!
With one stride, she closed the distance to Ren Feifan, her crimson lips parting as she declared, “Ren Feifan! Do you love hiding so much?”