The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3719 - 3705: Ye Chen’s Savior! (First Update)

"You have been defeated."

The words from Ye Chen caused Feng Yusi to clench her fists, her gaze a tempest of displeasure and fury. Feng Yusi, the celebrated genius of Zhenyuan Palace, a figure of adoration throughout the Moon Soul Domain, had always been unyieldingly proud, aspiring to ascend to the very zenith of the lunar heavens. Yet, the arrival of Ye Chen irrevocably altered her trajectory. Despite the assistance of Yang Tiangyang, she met a resounding, utter defeat at Ye Chen’s hands.

Though consumed by profound unwillingness and a burning rage, Feng Yusi’s eyes, as they met Ye Chen’s, held a flicker of desolate resignation, recalling their stipulated wager. "I concede. I am prepared to become your woman."

With those words uttered, Feng Yusi felt her entire being drain of strength. Simultaneously, a notion, almost unbelievable even to herself, took root: Ye Chen’s prowess was so extraordinary that becoming his woman might not be the worst of fates.

The declaration of Feng Yusi’s willingness to be Ye Chen’s woman sent shockwaves through the entirety of Southern Saint City. Feng Yusi, revered as an ethereal beauty in the hearts of the city’s populace, an unmatched sovereign, beyond the dominion of any man, let alone becoming someone’s consort. Now, she stood publicly offering herself to Ye Chen, causing a sensation of global collapse for many.

As a multitude grappled with this unbelievable reality, Ye Chen’s expression towards Feng Yusi took on a peculiar shift. "Who stated that I desired you as my woman?"

"You are unworthy of becoming my woman. You shall serve merely as a maid. Having lost, from this moment forth, you are Ye Chen’s maid!"

These pronouncements stunned all present. Feng Yusi, a peerless genius, was deemed by Ye Chen unfit to be his woman and relegated to maid status. Many felt Ye Chen had defiled the celestial image they held of her.

"Ye Chen, your arrogance in insulting Immortal Feng is insufferable! I shall see you dead!"

"Ye Chen, your actions are beyond excessive! Immortal Feng was willing to be your woman, and yet you subject her to such humiliation!"

"How dare you, impudent scoundrel, display such insolence within Zhenyuan Palace! If I do not slay you today, the prestige of Zhenyuan Palace will be irrevocably tarnished!"

Amidst a chorus of enraged shouts, Hua Wufa’s thunderous cry suddenly pierced the air. At this instant, Hua Wufa unleashed his full might, propelling a black, abyssal spear forward in a furious assault upon Ye Chen.

Hua Baomin had been grievously wounded by Ye Chen’s blade; Feng Yusi had suffered a crushing defeat at Ye Chen’s hands. Furthermore, Ye Chen had declared Feng Yusi, the foremost genius of Zhenyuan Palace, fit only to be his maid, effectively spitting upon Zhenyuan Palace’s honor. Consumed by an unbearable hatred, Hua Wufa could no longer restrain his fury.

Witnessing the unfolding events from the outset, Lv Tianlu, positioned beside Yang Tiangyang, found his mind alight with contemplation, solidifying his conviction in Jun Mo’s earlier words.

Ye Chen’s martial prowess and innate talent had reached staggering, almost limitless, heights. Lv Tianlu aspired to forge a connection with Ye Chen, believing that Ye Chen’s inevitable ascent would bring him considerable fortune.

Upon observing Hua Wufa’s charge, Lv Tianlu could no longer remain passive. Although Ye Chen had triumphed over Feng Yusi, the battle had left him significantly depleted, rendering him incapable of further combat.

Moreover, Lv Tianlu could not permit Hua Wufa to kill Ye Chen. His hopes were pinned on Ye Chen’s future prosperity; allowing Ye Chen’s demise now would render his current efforts utterly futile!

Thus, the very moment Hua Wufa moved, Lv Tianlu launched himself forward, intending to intercept the attack.

However, just as Lv Tianlu prepared to act, a chilling voice, laden with profound indifference and deadly intent, reverberated within his mind. "Sage-like elder, should you dare impede Elder Hua, I shall be forced to question your allegiances!"

Hearing Yang Tiangyang’s menacing tone, Lv Tianlu’s initiated movement faltered. He turned his gaze with grave seriousness toward Yang Tiangyang, meeting his cold stare, which held depths of unspoken meaning.

"My intentions have been perceived..."

Lv Tianlu’s heart constricted. He recognized that his actions had been too transparent; his clear attempt to aid Ye Chen was evident to all. In Yang Tiangyang’s eyes, Lv Tianlu’s intervention was tantamount to betrayal—an unforgivable act of aiding an outsider while holding the esteemed position of Zhenyuan Palace’s sage-like elder. Had the circumstances been different, Yang Tiangyang might have immediately confronted Lv Tianlu.

Understanding this, Lv Tianlu relinquished his intention to block Hua Wufa. His desire to assist Ye Chen was tempered by the need to preserve his status as a sage-like elder and, crucially, his own life.

"Alas, young one, your path ultimately leads to ruin. Blame your own unbridled arrogance."

Lv Tianlu emitted a faint sigh, shaking his head in Ye Chen’s direction. In his estimation, Ye Chen’s conduct was marked by overwhelming hubris; defeating Feng Yusi was one matter, but to subsequently humiliate her was an act of self-inflicted provocation.

"Even with a heaven-defying bloodline and talent, such excessive pride makes true ascension exceedingly difficult..."

A sense of disappointment washed over Lv Tianlu as he watched Hua Wufa launch a fatal strike against the defenseless Ye Chen, a feeling that his previous endeavors had been rendered futile.

Simultaneously, elders Jun Mo and Gao Lin wore grim expressions. Hua Wufa’s assault was unstoppable, and Ye Chen, struggling to defend himself, appeared to be on the verge of defeat.

However, unbeknownst to anyone, Ye Chen, as he observed Hua Wufa’s attack, wore a cold sneer.

"Finally showing impatience? The current Zhenyuan Palace truly disgraces the legacy of the Southern Saint predecessors."

Ye Chen let out a cold laugh, his gaze shifting to the Guardian God Statue standing before Zhenyuan Palace. This statue, with its golden dragon form, was etched with divine patterns in a blood-red hue.

"I must trouble you to intervene," Ye Chen thought to himself. At this precise moment, the Guardian God Statue erupted with an overwhelming, chilling light.

The savior, an embodiment of Ren Feifan’s sword qi, had taken the form of a golden dragon. Despite its appearance, its power remained undiminished, capable of cleaving through the universe with its fierce sword light.

The entire Southern Saint City was suddenly wracked by a terrifying earthquake. Countless grand structures crumbled, and even the South Saint Restaurant was toppled.

An unceasing cold light blazed forth, cleaving through the heavens and the earth. The sky bled crimson, a vast aura of the blood moon permeated the atmosphere, and all gazes were irresistibly drawn to the figure of the savior.

For, at that moment, the savior moved. Its dragon body, a fusion of gold and blood-red patterns, unleashed an unending, chilling sharpness.

Before Hua Wufa could even reach Ye Chen, the savior transformed into a radiant divine light, a mix of gold and blood-red, and pierced through Hua Wufa instantaneously.

"Boom!"

The expert from Zhenyuan Palace, ranked third only to the sage-like Lv Tianlu and the sect master Yang Tiangyang, found himself completely defenseless. He couldn't even utter a scream.

Only endless horror and regret remained in Hua Wufa’s eyes before he exploded into a cloud of blood mist that rained down from the sky!