The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3457: A Mysterious Audience! (Part 1)
Previously on The Divine Urban Physician...
With a light shrug, Ren Feifan replied, "I just prefer tranquility."
Upon catching his words, the woman's fury surged even higher: "Do you even grasp how your craving for tranquility has wrecked the whole Artifact Spirit Festival!"
"Have you thought about the fallout?"
Ren Feifan's tone remained cool and detached: "I never claimed I would attend the Artifact Spirit Festival."
"Besides, you ought to understand that I'm evading you, not the Artifact Spirit Festival itself."
"Fine, I've got crucial business to handle right here. You've laid eyes on me and vented your rage, so now it's time for you to go."
Clearly, Ren Feifan had just delivered an order to depart!
The woman paused in surprise at his statement, then shot back, "Ren Feifan, are you still holding out for that tiny chance of a miracle?"
"The Samsara Master has perished; do you believe those goals you labored so hard for can actually come true?"
"A martial artist pursues the Dao and skills in a natural way, not through impossible dreams!"
"The Artifact Spirit Festival represents your best shot right now."
"On top of that, have you overlooked the Dragon Girl?"
"Even if you're not thinking of your own sake, you must consider the Dragon Girl who staked her life to shield you!"
At the mention of 'Dragon Girl', Ren Feifan's eyes flashed with a spinning Blood Moon, while intricate dragon motifs surfaced along his arm.
In the following instant, the woman's eyes widened in shock, a choking pressure nearly overwhelming her!
If the man standing there desired it, her death would be inevitable!
The dragon possesses an inverse scale; brush against it, and face certain doom!
And the remark she had just uttered struck right at Ren Feifan's inverse scale!
"Xi Hanming, consider this your last warning."
"Keep trailing me, and I vow your whole family will vanish in a single night."
"Since you're familiar with me, you know full well if I'd carry out such a threat!"
"Elder Ye, let's head out."
Right then, space ripped open, and Elder Ye along with Ren Feifan disappeared from sight.
All that lingered were the woman and her entourage of mighty experts.
An elder stepped forward to the woman, worry etched on his face: "Miss, what's our next move?"
The woman shook off her shock, her expression calming to composure: "From what I've seen of Ren Feifan's behavior through the years, it ties back to the Divine Kingdom."
"We'll devise a method to enter the Divine Kingdom while adhering to the regulations."
The elder blinked in astonishment, a bit confused, yet affirmed: "Understood, Miss."
Before long, the blood-soaked terrain lay deserted, save for the towering stone slab etched with myriad names.
This place had known its share of splendor.
It had also endured profound sorrow.
...
Meanwhile, on another lofty summit in the Upper Realm known as Wo Long Cliff, a majestic structure loomed.
Wo Long Cliff radiated an awe-inspiring vibe, akin to a peerless Immortal Mountain, its commanding aura dominating every corner, with Seven-Colored Divine Light bathing the skies.
Atop Wo Long Cliff, a splendid palace shimmered with radiant hues, crowned by a majestic Divine Bird, its formidable presence as if it could shatter the cosmos, utterly unbeatable.
In that moment, a puzzled voice rang out inside the hall, as an old man seated in meditation gradually lifted his eyelids.
The elder looked unremarkable at first glance, but his gaze burst with boundless splendor; as his eyes parted, a surge of potent aura exploded forth, his robes billowing, strands of Hongmeng Energy materializing on their own and swirling lazily around him.
This very elder was the Qi Yunshu mentioned by Wang Yunting, his forehead creasing faintly, hands forming intricate gestures, beams of light dancing at his fingertips, arcane knowledge pouring into his consciousness.
"Intriguing." Qi Yunshu's gaze ignited abruptly, the nearby Hongmeng Energy detonating in a burst, melodic chants filling the air as Golden Lotuses bloomed unbidden.
Qi Yunshu showed no shock or fear at the phenomenon, staying utterly calm, just twitching his lips into a subtle smile: "It looks like the final pact from the Yin Yang Divine Palace draws close."
Down at the base of Wo Long Cliff, grand and imposing silhouettes radiating infinite glows converged.
At their forefront strode a woman, statuesque and breathtakingly gorgeous, her allure practically magnetic; wherever she went, blooms and foliage leaned in her direction, releasing alluring scents, captivated by her essence.
"Flower Fairy, your appeal grows ever more captivating." A burly, regal man clad in golden armor next to the woman chuckled heartily.
"Hehe, you're quite the charmer yourself, Sect Master of Kuang Battle Sect; so many women across the Upper Realm yearn to fall into your arms."
The one dubbed Flower Fairy giggled softly, hand over her lips, her eyes sparkling with charm that left the Sect Master of Kuang Battle Sect entranced.
"Hehe, Sect Master Kuang, watch your dignity—don't let any saliva drip."
A remark cut in, prompting Sect Master Kuang to shoot a fierce look at the speaker, spotting a scholarly, slender youth in loose robes, fanning himself with a golden folding fan as he strolled amid the clouds.
This poised young man was no less powerful, his graceful steps sending tremors through peaks and streams, a true powerhouse of raw might.
"Liu Wuxiang, I can't fathom how Yunyou Sect picked you as their leader; selecting a muscle-bound oddity disguised as a handsome scholar, turning the sect into the Upper Realm's laughingstock."
Sect Master Kuang fired back without restraint, exposing Liu Wuxiang's inner sentiments.
Liu Wuxiang, despite his polished scholar's look, remained unruffled at the jab, letting out a light laugh: "Sect Master Kuang, trust me, I never sought to lead the sect—this was their choice, not mine."
Then, yet another voice chimed in, belonging to a rotund, jovial man with wide ears, evoking the image of Maitreya Buddha.
"Enough, we've all gathered to meet Elder Qi, so let's hurry and call on him."
At his words, Sect Master Kuang cast a glance toward Liu Wuxiang, after which the party ascended the stone steps of Wo Long Cliff.
Five individuals made up the group, each a prominent sect master from the Upper Realm, all intent on meeting Qi Yunshu.
Yet midway along Wo Long Cliff's path, a petite form blocked them—a middle-aged fellow dressed as a disciple attendant.
"Honored guests, kindly turn back; Elder Qi is not receiving visitors." Though the middle-aged man's power was feeble, he confronted the legendary, mighty sect masters without flinching, delivering his message bluntly.
"That said, we humbly request you relay a good word to Elder Qi on our behalf; we've journeyed far just to glimpse him."
These elite sect masters, who viewed the middle-aged man as insignificant as an insect, extended unexpected politeness toward him, with Liu Wuxiang even offering a Treasure Bead that pulsed with Hongmeng Aura.
All of it stemmed from Qi Yunshu; as the elder's personal attendant, no matter how frail the middle-aged man was—be he a mere hound or a buzzing pest—his status as Qi Yunshu's underling demanded their deference.