The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3688 - 3678: Nine Heaven Netherworld Formation (Fourth Update)

Disciples erupted in furious shouts, as the observing elders' gazes shifted slyly, harboring their own agendas and opting not to step in, merely observing the chaos intensify.

Right then, Ye Chen stood inside Netherworld Peak's hall. He had spotted the crowd assembling at Netherworld Peak earlier, yet it didn't faze him at all.

Gazing now at the clear spring gradually emerging in the hall, a smirk tugged at Ye Chen’s lips; this was none other than the Netherworld Spirit Water, the cultivation spot Xiao Shuihan once favored.

Spiritual energy brimmed to the utmost in the Netherworld Spirit Water, manifesting as swarms of Spiritual Cranes and Spirit Fish that played joyfully in the spring, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.

Ye Chen scooped up a handful of the spring water, feeling spiritual energy surge forth, which instantly turned into refined essence, surging from his palm straight into his body.

So pure was this spiritual energy that no refinement was required; it seamlessly converted into cultivation progress.

Even a tiny amount of the spring water let Ye Chen feel a minor realm boost, solidifying his recent breakthrough, a delighted look crossing his face.

"It really is good stuff."

Ye Chen arched a brow faintly; sealed away by Xiao Shuihan for years, the Netherworld Spirit Water had kept drawing in ambient spiritual energy. Thus, despite the long seal, its volume hadn't shrunk—in fact, it had likely doubled, now overflowing in abundance.

With the Netherworld Spirit Water now manifesting in the hall, strange phenomena stirred within. The once ancient, rundown, dust-laden hall burst into brilliant light.

Bathed in the swirling glow, the hall transformed anew, radiating immense Divine Might, akin to a supreme emperor's palace, majestic and intimidating.

Ye Chen spotted glowing runes on the hall's interior walls. These runes linked up, enveloping the whole space, faintly outlining the Nine Heaven Arcane Sun and the world's Eight Trigrams.

"This is the formation!"

Ye Chen's heart trembled a bit; he hadn't anticipated a formation protecting the hall, and it seemed exceptionally powerful.

Having refined Netherworld Peak's core as its master, Ye Chen now fully controlled it. The formation's name and purpose instantly surfaced in his thoughts.

"Nine Heaven Netherworld Formation!"

This formation harnessed the Nine Heaven Arcane Sun's power alongside the grandeur of the vast Netherworld, unleashing earth-shaking might upon activation, unmatched in the Six Paths Sect—a genuine terror.

Furthermore, the Nine Heaven Netherworld Formation's Slaughter Power rivaled its Guardian Power, effortlessly annihilating hordes of mighty foes, surging like endless Netherworld Water to dominate all heavens and shatter the cosmos.

Ye Chen found the Nine Heaven Netherworld Formation's fearsomeness fitting. Considering the Netherworld Spirit Water's value, its triggering formation ought to wield tremendous strength; anything less would dishonor the treasure.

By now, a crowd had climbed to Netherworld Peak's summit outside the hall. Witnessing the Divine Radiance erupt and banish the hall's prior decay, envy and avarice blazed in their eyes.

"Ye Chen, get out; this Netherworld Peak is not something someone like you can possess!"

A disciple yelled out impulsively.

"Right, the treasure should be reassigned by the sect; you’d better hand over Netherworld Peak quickly, or you’ll face the consequences!"

"Get out of there, hiding in the hall like a turtle!"

Inner sanctum disciples bellowed in succession. At first, fearing Wu Duan Cang and company might object, they hesitated to storm Netherworld Peak, content with probing reactions.

Only after probing did they realize Wu Duan Cang showed no signs of meddling, emboldening them to scale the peak, hurling accusations at Ye Chen to force him to relinquish Netherworld Peak.

At the same time, a few scheming elders eyed the hall intently in silence. Though quiet, they knew Wu Duan Cang and others wouldn't meddle, their minds brimming with schemes for Netherworld Peak.

Inside the hall, Ye Chen perceived the brewing turmoil outside, a chilly smirk forming at his mouth's edge.

"A bunch of greedy fools, aiming for Netherworld Peak?"

Ye Chen's intent flared, ready to trigger the Nine Heaven Netherworld Formation to drive away the intruders, when two figures streaked through the skies.

"Boom!"

Amidst the swirling clouds of dust, two figures touched down right in front of the Six Paths Sect group, unveiling Yang Qianyu and Liu Yunmiao.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Netherworld Peak was chosen by Ye Chen himself. Plus, it belongs rightfully to a Chief Disciple. Isn't it too much to force Ye Chen to give up Netherworld Peak right now?"

Yang Qianyu shot a cold glance at his sect brothers, his voice laced with clear discontent.

Though Liu Yunmiao stayed silent, he strode straight to the hall entrance, spun around, and fixed a icy stare on the crowd, making his position obvious: anyone wanting inside had to get past him!

"Hmph, Liu Yunmiao, you're nothing but Ye Chen's faithful hound, thrashed into submission and sworn loyalty!"

Right then, another inner sanctum disciple with blazing red hair advanced. Lei Rong was his name, his power just a notch below Yang Qianyu's.

Liu Yunmiao let out a cold snort at Lei Rong's taunt but held his tongue.

He understood that after losing to Ye Chen and swearing fealty, honoring his word was key. He stuck to his principles; the worthless chatter from these folks didn't faze him.

With Liu Yunmiao ignoring him, Lei Rong smirked and turned his gaze toward Yang Qianyu.

"Yang Qianyu, fine, Liu Yunmiao's loyal to Ye Chen post-defeat, but why you? Pledging to Ye Chen as well?"

"Your behavior shames me, fighting you feels humiliating!"

Those words ignited fury even in the usually even-tempered Yang Qianyu.

"Lei Rong, the sect master named Ye Chen Chief Disciple. If you disagree, go complain to the sect master—stop yapping here!"

"You're asking for death!"

Lei Rong's hot-blooded nature flared up; his red hair burst into roaring flames, his frame erupted in fire, and his aura surged wildly, bearing down on Yang Qianyu.

"That's your best?"

A chill flickered in Yang Qianyu's eyes as he flicked his hand, summoning a ferocious gale that instantly scattered Lei Rong's oppressive aura.

Witnessing Yang Qianyu's composed poise, unease flashed in Lei Rong's eyes; Yang Qianyu quietly claimed the top spot in Six Paths Sect, his might beyond doubt.

"Fine then, these two are dying to serve as Ye Chen's minions—let's crush them and test if their lord steps up to shield them!"

Realizing he couldn't handle Yang Qianyu solo, Lei Rong bellowed in rage, rallying the others to team up.

Other inner sanctum disciples perked up at his call. None could beat Yang Qianyu alone, but together, they stood a chance.

"Very well! If Senior Brother Yang insists on guarding this arrogant punk, I, Zhou Tiankuang, will step up to fight!"

A disciple in black-and-white robes emerged next, his aura blasting outward like it could shatter the skies. Matching Yang Qianyu in power, he brimmed with assurance.