The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3458: 3458: As Long As I Can Do It! (Second Update)

“No need.” The middle-aged man cast a quick look at the treasure bead that Liu Wuxiang had presented, a hint of scorn appearing in his gaze, before adding, “Elder Qi has made it clear he refuses to meet you, so stop wasting effort.”

After hearing those words, the sect masters showed clear signs of irritation yet held back from any bold moves, finally departing with great reluctance.

“Hmph, does Elder Qi not see through your schemes? Items of that caliber, and you think you can approach Elder Qi—it's nothing but idle fantasy.” The middle-aged man observed their retreating forms, his face twisted in utter scorn.

…

Within the Demon Suppression Hall, Ye Chen remained seated in the cross-legged position, with boundless spiritual energy swirling nearby, rays of divine brilliance shimmering and carrying the essence of ultimate purity.

From his clash with Mo Xue Ming, Ye Chen had absorbed valuable lessons, while the Sky-covering Demon Emperor and Little Gold also reaped gains, now working to absorb the revelations from that fierce encounter.

Soon enough, Ye Chen's eyes snapped open, unleashing two streaks of radiant light, grand and matchless, that sliced through the void in an instant.

“Huff…” A puff of thick vital force escaped Ye Chen's lips; he had fully absorbed every lesson into his consciousness, pushing his cultivation level higher and drawing even nearer to the Heavenly God Realm.

Rising to his feet, Ye Chen directed his gaze toward the heavens. Even amid his dedicated practice during this time, a strange feeling had been building inside him, suggesting that some major event loomed on the horizon.

“Heavenly Demon Bright Eye!”

As his session of cultivation wrapped up, Ye Chen promptly activated the Heavenly Demon Bright Eye, summoning an unseen mighty force across the skies and lands, causing his form to stir without any breeze, while thick Hongmeng energy billowed forth, creating a swirling maelstrom that wrapped around him.

Ye Chen focused his thoughts, aiming to chase down those hidden traces, yet an unknown barrier halted everything, much like reflections of the moon on water or blooms in a mirror—impossible to grasp.

“What exactly is on the verge of unfolding.”

Ye Chen's eyes held profound depth, faintly perceiving that the approaching incident carried great weight, possibly tied to his very survival, which weighed heavily on his spirit.

At the same time, in a realm wrapped in pitch-black shadows, resembling a void that predated the creation of heaven and earth, completely devoid of light where any illumination would be swallowed whole, leaving only eternal gloom.

Right then, a ripple stirred in the blackness, intensifying rapidly, akin to the quaking of cosmic laws, reverberating through every realm and dimension.

“Boom! Boom!”

In the midst of that boundless dark, a crimson silhouette abruptly ascended, its eyes blazing with lethal fury, releasing an overwhelming presence that seemed ready to shatter the cosmos, utterly fearsome.

Vast waves of Asura Qi erupted outward, swiftly blanketing the whole area.

“Ah!” Mo Xue Ming's eyes flew open in a flash; he had been out cold, and that void lay deep within his mind, marking his sudden return to awareness!

A torrent of savage energy raged out, as Mo Xue Ming, freshly revived, struggled to rein in his strength, allowing the apocalyptic Asura Qi to spill wildly in every direction.

“Buzz…”

A hidden shield materialized precisely then, blocking Mo Xue Ming's outburst right away, with the horrifying, world-ending Asura Qi failing to budge that protective layer even slightly.

Witnessing this, Mo Xue Ming felt a jolt of alarm inside; what force could wield such immense and dreadful might?

This unseen shield radiated a boundless authority, reminiscent of an almighty ruler's arrival, compelling Mo Xue Ming to hold back from any rash actions.

Regaining his composure, Mo Xue Ming remembered his duel with Ye Chen before blacking out.

“Have I ended up as Ye Chen's prisoner? Why hasn't he finished me off?” Mo Xue Ming's mind whirled with questions; he sensed his wounds remained untreated but steady, with no risk of bursting apart and claiming his life.

“Ye Chen isn't the type for mercy; if he'd taken me, death would have come without delay.”

Mo Xue Ming dismissed the thought with a shake of his head, scanning the surroundings in wary confusion, soon spotting a luminous chamber filled with sculpted figures.

Every sculpture matched the others, their features hidden behind a veil of haze, though their forms and matching attire stood clearly visible.

“What is this location? Where have I landed? Is this the realm beyond death?” Mo Xue Ming pondered in bewilderment.

In that instant, he noticed the sculptures encircled by a hovering blade, icy and keen, yet devoid of vital blood or killing intent.

Inner Demon Curse Sword!

A shiver ran through Mo Xue Ming's core; that blade stirred a sense of recognition—he had once beheld the Master of Inner Demon here, ringed by the Inner Demon Curse Sword.

“Did Senior Inner Demon come to my rescue?” Mo Xue Ming wondered aloud in his thoughts.

Suddenly, a presence materialized in the space, exuding an aura straight from the abyss, radiating unassailable dominance and peerless pride!

“Senior Inner Demon!” Mo Xue Ming stared at the arriving figure, struck with profound awe; the being wore dark robes, his visage obscured by fog, encircled by the Inner Demon Curse Sword—it was truly the Master of Inner Demon.

Yet on this occasion, it wasn't a mere projection but the authentic form, whose unparalleled might could humble eras past, ruling over all realms and worlds with a single look that ignited endless wicked impulses, on the brink of unleashing inner demons!

Feeling the surge of malevolence, Mo Xue Ming quickly lowered his head in deference.

“You've come to?” The Master of Inner Demon inquired, peering down upon Mo Xue Ming; no further effort was required—his mere stare drenched Mo Xue Ming in cold sweat, as though the sun, moon, and stars had crashed down on him.

“Was it you who saved me, Senior?” Mo Xue Ming kept his gaze downcast, posing the question with bowed head.

“Yes.” The Master of Inner Demon replied with steady composure.

Hearing that, Mo Xue Ming's thoughts churned; he yearned to grasp the reason behind the Master's intervention and its underlying goal.

“Have no worries; my act of saving you was merely offhand, and I only require your aid in a single matter.”

The Master of Inner Demon, as if peering into souls, fixed his eyes on Mo Xue Ming's lowered head, his voice maintaining its even calm.

“Just tell me, Senior—as long as it's within my power!” Mo Xue Ming declared firmly.

Mo Xue Ming understood perfectly that the Master's aid came without strings, but that didn't lessen his thanks; assisting in one task would balance the scales, resolving the bond of cause and effect.

“You will handle it without issue.” With a casual flick of his hand, the Master of Inner Demon sent a streak of dark radiance streaming into Mo Xue Ming's frame.

This dark radiance pulsed with boundless potency, akin to the heart of creation itself, holding primal forces that warped the fabric of space, drawing forth countless strands of Hongmeng energy from nowhere to coil around it.

In that instant, as the dark radiance merged into Mo Xue Ming's body, he experienced his wounds mending at a swift pace.

Shattered parts within him visibly knit back together, unleashing a rush of formidable energy inside, filling Mo Xue Ming with an unmatched sense of ease, his presence surging beyond restraint.