The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3796: Loyal and Devoted

The Blood Prison was a notorious dungeon belonging to the Jun Family, reserved strictly for their adversaries or those who had committed heinous betrayals against the clan.

Ye Chen held absolute certainty that his parents were unwavering in their loyalty to the Jun Family; any act of disloyalty was utterly impossible for them. The fact that they were confined within the Blood Prison now only served to ignite his fury further.

As they drew nearer to the Blood Prison, Jun Tianye turned his gaze toward Ye Chen, a chilling, malevolent curve gracing his lips.

"Ye Chen, it was by my very hand that your parents were cast into this place. Should you refuse to journey to the Nine Cold Sect, I shall personally end their lives and purge our bloodline of such traitors. You understand the course of action required, do you not?"

"What did you just say?!"

In that instant, Ye Chen's killing intent surged skyward. A crimson light emanated from his entire being, and boundless Spiritual Qi erupted forth. Jun Tianye's own aura paled in comparison, and he was nearly forced to his knees by the sheer oppressive force.

"Ye Chen, what do you believe you are doing!"

Witnessing this display, Jun Chaoyang, who stood beside Jun Tianye, could not help but flinch and let out a hurried roar.

The Jun Family Guards accompanying them also fixed their gazes icily upon Ye Chen, their hands instinctively resting upon their Dragonslayer Swords. It was clear: if Ye Chen dared to make a move against Jun Tianye, they would swiftly strike him down.

These Jun Family Guards were all cultivators at the Heavenly Repairing Realm. Their combined might would overwhelm Ye Chen before long. This meticulous arrangement was the work of the sagacious elder, ensuring Ye Chen would not rene, nor attempt to flee with his parents, by keeping these vigilant guards in tow.

"Uncle, you have truly brought me beyond disappointment."

Observing this, the killing intent within Ye Chen's eyes gradually receded. He regarded Jun Tianye with a look of utter contempt and spoke.

"Hmph, men pursue wealth, birds fly for sustenance. If you seek blame, direct it at the Nine Cold Sect's interest in you." Jun Tianye cast a dismissive glance at the Jun Family Guards who flanked him, then drew himself up proudly.

Following this, Jun Tianye guided Ye Chen into the Blood Prison. Instantly, the acrid stench of spilled blood assailed their senses.

Within the Blood Prison's confines, an incredibly potent array formation exerted a suffocating suppression over all. Every soul imprisoned within was forced to endure the torment of this pervasive force, compelled to lie prone, even to partake in their meals in such a state.

Presently, countless Blood Runes pulsed with an eerie light throughout the Blood Prison. In the dismal, damp, and dark passageway, each cell was crammed with individuals lying face down. Jun Tianye led Ye Chen deeper, eventually leading them to the sight of Ye Chen's parents.

Ye Chen's parents were not particularly formidable cultivators. Despite the Jun Family's extensive resources being lavished upon them, they had only achieved the Middle-stage Holy Ancestor Realm. Now, they lay prostrate on the ground, utterly immobile under the terrifying power of the suppression.

"Father, Mother!"

Laying eyes on his parents sprawled on the cell's filthy floor, smeared with dirt, a wave of anguish washed over Ye Chen. He seized the iron bars of the cell with one hand, attempting to tear them asunder.

However, the array formation underpinning the Blood Prison was far too formidable; its suppressive might was unrivaled. Ye Chen found himself incapable of budging the bars. Instead, the suppressive force swept down upon him, nearly bringing him to his own knees.

"Chen'er!"

Upon hearing Ye Chen's voice, his parents instantly became agitated, crying out in hoarse tones. They strained to lift their heads, but the oppressive force rendered them completely incapable of movement.

"Release them. Set them free!"

At this critical juncture, Ye Chen's eyes burned with a bloodshot fury as he glared at the guards nearby, his killing intent radiating outwards.

"If you continue to mistreat my parents in this manner, then even if it means my own self-destruction, I will not yield and go to the Nine Cold Sect!"

"Should I detonate myself, I doubt even the Grand Elder of the Nine Cold Sect, Ying Xiangyun, would readily part with the Freezing Sky Ice Crystal, would he?" Ye Chen fixed a cold gaze upon the guards as he spoke.

Hearing this, the guard general, adorned in blood-colored armor, displayed a subtle shift in his demeanor. He promptly produced tokens and pressed them against the cell door, nullifying the seal that bound it.

"Bang!"

Ye Chen wrenched the cell door open in a single, decisive motion, surged inside, and helped his parents to their feet. Witnessing their wretched state, the flames of fury within Ye Chen's heart intensified.

"Chen'er, do not heed them. Whatever you do, do not go to the Nine Cold Sect, or you shall surely perish."

At this moment, Ye Chen's parents, having just broken free from the crushing suppression, had Ye Chen's safety as their foremost concern.

A flicker of warmth finally touched Ye Chen’s heart upon hearing this, the icy chill within him receding slightly. The fact that his parents still harbored concern for him was a solace.

"Ye Chen, you must consider this carefully. Should you refuse to go to the Nine Cold Sect, we cannot guarantee your parents’ safety."

The moment Ye Chen’s parents voiced their plea, a cold glint appeared in the guard general’s eyes. He immediately fixed his gaze on Ye Chen and spoke with biting coldness.

Upon hearing this, a spark of coldness ignited in Ye Chen’s eyes, yet he bypassed the guard general entirely, directing his attention instead to his parents.

"Dad, Mom, I will go this time. Please do not attempt to dissuade me."

Ye Chen’s stance was resolute. Despite his parents’ prolonged attempts at persuasion, they saw the unwavering determination in Ye Chen. Their faces contorted with sorrow, hands covering their mouths as they wept in anguish. However, they ceased their efforts to dissuade him, opting instead to honor his decision.

At this juncture, Ye Chen turned his gaze to the guard general, speaking with a frigid tone, "I am willing to go, but my parents must not be subjected to such treatment. Summon the sage-like elder; I have matters to discuss with him."

This demand elicited a snort of contempt from the guard general. "Who do you think you are, daring to demand the sage-like elder’s presence?"

"Jun Hua, show some respect."

Just then, the sage-like elder materialized within the Blood Prison, his gaze meeting Ye Chen’s with a gentle smile.

"I am truly pleased you are willing to go. State any requests you may have. Provided you can retrieve the Freezing Sky Ice Crystal, I shall grant anything."

Facing the smiling sage-like elder, Ye Chen’s expression remained impassive as he declared indifferently, "By agreeing to go to the Nine Cold Sect, I consider myself a meritorious servant of the Jun Family. I seek no other reward, only the guarantee of my parents’ lifelong safety. I wish to hear your personal promise."

"Oh?"

The sage-like elder, hearing this, stroked his beard and chuckled, "You are a filial son, and I understand your sentiments. I give you my solemn word here and now: as long as you successfully exchange for the Freezing Sky Ice Crystal, your parents’ safety shall be assured."

"Very well. I wish to take my parents home now and spend one final day with them. I shall depart for the Nine Cold Sect tomorrow."

"Agreed. When the time comes, I will arrange for Jun Hua and the others to escort you."

The sage-like elder did not refuse. His eyes narrowed, and though his face wore a smile, his eyes betrayed an icy coldness.

Immediately afterward, Jun Mo, accompanied by his parents, departed the Blood Prison.

As the sage-like elder watched Jun Mo exit, he turned his attention to Jun Hua and the other Jun Family Guards. "Jun Hua, keep a vigilant watch over this Jun Mo for me. If he displays the slightest inclination towards insubordination, act immediately and disable him."

A flicker of lethal intent crossed the sage-like elder’s eyes. "In any case, the Nine Cold Sect desires the Ancient Blood Nether Body. His level of cultivation is ultimately inconsequential."

"Yes, Jun Hua understands!"

Jun Hua and the contingent of Jun Family Guards responded with immediate respect upon hearing these words.

Jun Mo returned home with his parents and diligently sought clarification on the entirety of the events that had transpired.

It transpired that shortly after Jun Mo’s arrival in Southern Saint City, the Jun Family Ancestor suffered a cultivation deviation during training, plunging him into an unconscious state.

After preliminary investigations, the sage-like elder concluded that the Ancestor’s old ailment had resurfaced, and only the Freezing Sky Ice Crystal from the Nine Cold Sect could save him.

The Nine Cold Sect’s stipulated condition for exchange was Jun Mo’s Ancient Blood Nether Body. Upon learning this, the sage-like elder issued decrees to Jun Tianye and Jun Chaoyang.

Jun Tianye and Jun Chaoyang were the paternal half-brothers of Jun Mo’s father. Due to this familial connection, Jun Mo’s father harbored no suspicions towards them and was subsequently poisoned by the duo through his food and drink. Upon awakening, he found himself confined within the Blood Prison. It was then that he learned of the Ancestor’s coma and Jun Mo’s obligation to journey to the Nine Cold Sect for the Freezing Sky Ice Crystal.

Jun Mo’s parents were acutely aware of the nature of the Nine Cold Sect’s Grand Elder, Ying Xiangyun. They understood that if Jun Mo were to go, his demise would be certain and brutal. Consequently, they attempted to resist, but their efforts were entirely futile.

This was followed by Jun Mo’s arrival and his successful rescue of his parents from the Blood Prison.

"Mo’er, while you still have the opportunity, you must escape. Do not concern yourself with us—as long as you live, that is all that matters."

At this moment, Jun Mo’s mother looked at him and urged him once more.

The moment these words escaped her lips, Jun Mo's expression shifted subtly. The door to the Jun Family residence creaked open, revealing Jun Hua standing across the threshold, his eyes imbued with a chilling coldness.

"I shall not flee. The Jun Family has shown me no ill-treatment. If I can indeed save the Ancestor, I will not abandon this path." Jun Mo conveyed his resolve, shaking his head before turning his gaze toward Jun Hua. "Be gone. Should I lay eyes on you again, I will certainly not proceed to the Nine Cold Sect!"

These harsh words struck Jun Hua, causing him to grit his teeth in fury. However, he dared not retort to Jun Mo, his chest burning with repressed anger. He spun around, departing the premises of Jun Mo's dwelling.

Subsequently, Jun Mo addressed his parents, "These individuals are watching our every move. Certain matters no longer require utterance."

Upon hearing this, a profound sorrow flickered in Jun Mo’s parents' eyes, and they remained silent.

Jun Mo then retreated to his study. He procured a writing brush, penned a letter, retrieved his personal Dragonslayer Sword, initiated a Flying Sword Transmission, and dispatched the correspondence.

The Jun Family did not miss Jun Mo's action of sending the letter. Yet, with Jun Mo's parents held captive, they were entirely confident that Jun Mo would refrain from any rash decisions.

Furthermore, once Jun Mo reached the Nine Cold Sect, the Jun Family was assured of acquiring the Freezing Sky Ice Crystal. At that juncture, Jun Mo's potential actions would cease to pose a threat, and thus, they chose not to intervene, permitting the letter's dispatch.

The following day, after spending the entire night conversing with his parents, Jun Mo was roused by Jun Hua's knock on the main gate as dawn broke.

"Jun Mo, it is time for us to depart!" Jun Hua's voice echoed, tinged with a palpable undercurrent of animosity.

"Understood." Jun Mo's casual reply followed. He then turned, casting a wistful glance at his parents before pushing open the door and stepping outside.

As they watched Jun Mo's retreating figure, a wave of sorrow washed over his parents. The desire to keep him lingered, yet their powerlessness was absolute, culminating in a sigh of unending grief.

Meanwhile, within the courtyard, Jun Hua, clad in formidable armor, stood alongside a contingent of Jun Family Guards with expressions as frigid as ice, having awaited this moment for a considerable time. The instant Jun Mo emerged, they swiftly enveloped him, ascending directly into the sky and setting a course for the Nine Cold Sect.

Concurrently, within the confines of the Dark Domain, Ye Chen was immersed in his cultivation practice, seated in a cross-legged posture within his chamber. Abruptly, a familiar aura descended from the heavens, drawing his attention and causing his brows to arch involuntarily.

"Whoosh!"

In the ensuing moment, a sword of a blood-red hue halted before Ye Chen. Upon recognizing the weapon, Ye Chen could not help but raise his eyebrows.

"Jun Mo's sword..." Ye Chen's gaze shifted, and a premonition of misfortune began to stir within his heart. He promptly spotted a letter affixed to the sword, swiftly removed it, and commenced reading.

This missive, personally penned by Jun Mo, detailed his dire predicament for Ye Chen's perusal.

Jun Mo's decision to entrust this letter to Ye Chen stemmed not from a hope for personal salvation, but from a deep-seated fear that his demise at the Nine Cold Sect would lead to the humiliation of his parents within the Jun Family.

Though Jun Mo had secured a promise from the sage-like elder for his parents' safety, he understood that unforeseen events could transpire. Thus, Jun Mo harbored a hope that, in remembrance of the camaraderie they had forged in recent times, Ye Chen, once he achieved renown, would look favorably upon the Jun Family and his parents in Jun Mo's stead.

Despite the Jun Family having profoundly wounded Jun Mo's spirit, his unwavering loyalty toward them remained absolute.