The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3698 - 3688: A Slap in the Face! (Sixth Update)

Ye Chen’s words left Liu Yunmiao staring at him in astonishment. Everyone knew Zhenyuan Palace’s schemes full well—why rush toward certain humiliation? What drove him?

Liu Yunmiao couldn’t possibly fathom Ye Chen’s intentions. For a long time, Ye Chen had chafed at his failure to access Zhenyuan Palace and seize the missing half of the Sacred Origin Heart.

Zhenyuan Palace arriving right at their threshold presented Ye Chen with a golden chance. This might finally allow him to claim back the Sacred Origin Heart.

Even without reclaiming the Sacred Origin Heart, he’d at least scout Zhenyuan Palace initially, preventing total ignorance down the line.

Besides, after years of Zhenyuan Palace shaming the Six Paths Sect, demanding accountability was overdue.

"Senior Brother, Zhenyuan Palace harbors sinister motives; as the Chief Disciple, you mustn’t go to Zhenyuan Palace."

Liu Yunmiao urgently pleaded with Ye Chen at that instant, utterly convinced of Zhenyuan Palace’s wicked designs.

"As the Chief Disciple, with Zhenyuan Palace here now, I must go see for myself."

Ye Chen flicked his hand dismissively, his tone leaving no room for debate, before descending toward Netherworld Peak.

Liu Yunmiao saw Ye Chen’s resolve was ironclad and unyielding. With no other option, he trailed reluctantly behind.

Inside the Six Paths Temple, meanwhile, the Zhenyuan Palace contingent had already stepped through the doors.

Elder Shi Baomiao led the way, a powerhouse at the eighth-level Heavenly Repairing Realm, his formidable aura pulsing as he stood with haughty dominance in the hall.

The Zhenyuan Palace disciples following Shi Baomiao oozed even greater arrogance, scoffing contemptuously at every feature of the Six Paths Sect during their approach.

To those Zhenyuan Palace disciples, clearly, the Six Paths Sect amounted to a shabby backwater hamlet, laughably inferior to their opulent and towering Zhenyuan Palace.

Sect Master Wu Duan Cang occupied the high seat in the main hall, other elders gathered around, their faces serene on the surface but eyes brimming with dark shadows.

"Elder Shi, what brings you here this time?"

Wu Duan Cang pierced the heavy silence first, his question laced with prior knowledge.

"Haha."

Wu Duan Cang’s remark drew a twisted smirk from Shi Baomiao, who eyed him mockingly: "This trip is the same as always—to extend an invitation for Six Paths Sect disciples to visit Zhenyuan Palace as guests."

Shi Baomiao paused briefly, his gaze lifting to meet Wu Duan Cang’s with a sly glint: "Zhenyuan Palace and Six Paths Sect are longtime allies who ought to mingle often. Sect Master Wu, I trust you won’t reject us again."

Shi Baomiao’s phrasing sounded cordial, yet his voice dripped with odd menace, malice plain on his features.

Shi Baomiao hid nothing about his aims. Over a century had passed with Six Paths Sect dodging Zhenyuan Palace visits, and today shaped up no differently. His true intent: to publicly degrade the Six Paths Sect.

Wu Duan Cang outmatched Shi Baomiao in power by far, but the elder banked on Zhenyuan Palace’s might, sure the Sect Master wouldn’t strike, fueling his bold swagger.

Shi Baomiao’s statement met Wu Duan Cang’s stoic gaze; after a piercing stare and headshake, he replied: "I grasp Zhenyuan Palace’s aims. Thank you for honoring the bond between our sects."

Stressing "bond" made Shi Baomiao’s face twitch uncomfortably.

"Still, Six Paths Sect faces pressing matters aplenty, and our disciples must devote themselves to cultivation, so we must regrettably decline Zhenyuan Palace’s gracious invitation."

Wu Duan Cang delivered the words with steady calm.

Before Shi Baomiao could retort, a high-ranking Zhenyuan Palace disciple blurted out: "Our sect has invited Six Paths Sect for hundreds of years, met only with refusals. Do they fear their weakness makes them too ashamed to enter our Zhenyuan Palace?"

Outrage erupted instantly across the Six Paths Temple.

Elders had stomached humiliations from Zhenyuan Palace envoys before, but a disciple’s brazen insult today pushed beyond endurance!

"Insolence! How dare you speak here!"

"Such blatant disrespect, utterly outrageous! Don’t Zhenyuan Palace disciples know any manners?"

Six Paths Sect elders roared their fury in succession.

Wu Duan Cang’s expression turned thunderous, a spark of lethal intent flashing in his eyes.

"You disgrace! Zhenyuan Palace and the Six Paths Sect have been friends for generations. What do you mean by this? Kneel and apologize immediately!"

Shi Baomiao exploded in pretended rage, spinning toward the disciple—yet subtle approval gleamed in his gaze.

Right at that instant, malice gleamed in the disciple’s eyes, but he pretended to be afraid and hurriedly knelt down to beg forgiveness.

"I didn’t mean to offend, and I hope the Six Paths Sect’s sect master and elders can forgive me."

The elders kept their expressions grave and remained silent. They all realized the so-called unintentional slight was merely a facade; the disciple’s real purpose was plainly to shame the Six Paths Sect.

Still, the Six Paths Sect truly didn’t dare lay a hand on him, filling them with profound frustration.

Wu Duan Cang’s gaze turned icy too, yet in the end, he lifted his hand and stated: "It’s alright, since it was just an unintentional mistake..."

Wu Duan Cang hadn’t even finished speaking when a voice abruptly cut through the hall.

"Whether or not it was unintentional, if you made a mistake, you should be punished. Disrespect towards the Six Paths Sect deserves a slap!"

As the words rang out, a figure charged forward explosively, a ferocious aura surging wildly. Zhenyuan Palace’s members were dumbfounded. They’d come to the Six Paths Sect countless times before, always witnessing its willingness to endure insults. For someone to now declare such defiance left them utterly shocked.

While they reeled in surprise, the figure had already plunged into Zhenyuan Palace’s group, smacking the insolent disciple flat on the ground.

"Remember, you cannot speak disrespectfully of the Six Paths Sect. Watch your words in the future!"

Only now did everyone in the hall clearly recognize the speaker—it was Ye Chen!

"This boy..."

Several elders buzzed with excitement, their stares glued to Ye Chen. His bold move had unleashed their bottled-up rage. For years, they’d swallowed Zhenyuan Palace’s scorn; even a clay statue has a fiery temper, let alone the formerly mighty Six Paths Sect.

That said, some elders wore anxious looks. Ye Chen’s satisfying strike might feel good, but they dreaded Zhenyuan Palace seeking revenge, which could spell disaster for the Six Paths Sect.

From the head seat, Wu Duan Cang stared intently at Ye Chen, sunk in deep reflection.

"Outrageous!"

Zhenyuan Palace’s people finally snapped out of it, erupting in fury once they saw Ye Chen was just at the sixth level of the Heavenly God Realm.

Shi Baomiao quivered in rage, dying to pulverize Ye Chen with a single blow. He’d visited the Six Paths Sect repeatedly, always swaggering with pride, never enduring such indignity. A Zhenyuan Palace disciple had been slapped by the pathetic Six Paths Sect!

"A mere sixth-level Heavenly God Realm waste dares to attack me!"

The Zhenyuan Palace disciple, felled by the slap, climbed back up with eyes aflame in boundless chill, his early-stage Heavenly Repairing Realm aura exploding outward as he prepared to crush Ye Chen.