Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2803 - 2802: Encounter!

Certainly, here’s your translated text:

Even after Lin Dong seized the top spot on the War God Ranking, he and War God Hei Long didn't bask in their victory for long.

They kept on hunting demon beasts instead.

As the pair moved forward along a verdant forest trail, a joyful bleating echoed, shattering the quiet around them.

Tracing the noise, they spotted a herd of fat wild sheep grazing leisurely not far off, their coats gleaming healthily in the sunlight, thriving in this pristine wilderness.

A flicker of a smile appeared in Lin Dong’s eyes as he whispered to War God Hei Long nearby: "See those wild sheep? For the folks in the ’Ah-Sheng’ tribe, they’re rare and tasty treats."

"We mentioned before wanting to visit them again. Perfect, we’ll bring these sheep as presents."

Ah-Sheng was the young man from the local tribe they’d met two days earlier during that chance encounter.

His pure-hearted nature and the tribe’s rare simplicity had deeply touched Lin Dong.

Even more so, it was in that tribe where Lin Dong unexpectedly grasped the chance to break through to 40th rank spiritual power, proving immensely beneficial.

Thinking back to the modest tribesfolk and their generous gift of the Millennium Encounter Spring Tree, Lin Dong felt deep gratitude.

In their tribe, those valuable Millennium Encounter Spring Trees were revered as Divine Trees.

Yet as Lin Dong and War God Hei Long departed, the tribe handed over several to him.

This kindness ignited a desire in Lin Dong to repay them somehow, to show his thanks.

Food was scarce for them, and hunting beyond the tribe posed deadly risks.

Facing demon beasts meant almost certain death!

"Capture all these wild sheep alive. Take them to Ah-Sheng’s tribe for them to breed." Lin Dong thought to himself.

Then, he unleashed his mental power.

It swiftly enveloped the entire herd.

In an instant, Lin Dong took control of the flock, guiding their every move as they obeyed.

The herd numbered in the hundreds.

Using mental power, Lin Dong herded them toward Ah-Sheng’s tribe.

"Ha ha... War God Lin, if other top mental power cultivators saw you herding sheep like this, they’d be stunned." War God Hei Long chuckled.

Lin Dong grinned too, replying: "Frankly, I find this way more fun than slaughtering foes."

"Ha ha, War God Lin, you truly have style." War God Hei Long roared with laughter, thoroughly enjoying Lin Dong’s company.

"With these wild sheep and the game we’ve gathered before, the ’Ah-Sheng’ tribe should enjoy a cozy winter." Lin Dong murmured, eyeing the herd.

"Yes..." War God Hei Long smiled as well.

This bond felt special; despite just one night with Ah-Sheng and his kin, they saw them as true friends.

Filled with this warmth and their gifts, Lin Dong and War God Hei Long headed back to the ’Ah-Sheng’ tribe.

Eager anticipation warmed their hearts, yearning to reunite with those humble, kind souls and share drinks and joy again.

Lin Dong and War God Hei Long strode quickly together, the chubby sheep trailing behind, bleating nervously as if sensing trouble ahead.

Sunlight pierced thin clouds, yet failed to dispel the growing dread in their hearts.

Nearing Ah-Sheng’s tribe, a thick metallic tang of blood suddenly hit them.

They locked eyes, unease mirroring in each gaze.

"Trouble at the tribe—let’s move!"

Forgetting the sheep, Lin Dong and War God Hei Long raced toward the settlement.

Closer they got, the heavier the blood scent became, like chains squeezing their chests.

Lin Dong’s brow creased deeply, while cold fury flashed in War God Hei Long’s eyes; both quickened their pace.

At last, the tribe’s silhouette emerged—not in peaceful calm, but shrouded in eerie silence and ruin.

Stepping inside, blood seemed to paint their vision crimson.

Bodies littered the ground, some rigid in death, others oozing blood; the air choked with raw agony and rage.

Lin Dong's eyes scanned every corpse, desperately seeking any flicker of life, but only utter despair answered him.

The old man who had shared a jug of wine with him, his wrinkled face once beaming with smiles, was now split into two chilled halves amid a pool of blood, embodying the fragility and fleeting nature of existence.

Lin Dong's throat tightened as grief and fury twisted together, nearly smothering him.

Close by, the playful and charming little girl lay in silent repose, her once vibrant eyes brimming with wonder and purity now forever sealed shut, her features etched with horror that spoke of the dread and powerlessness she faced in her final moments.

A dagger pierced Lin Dong's heart; he could almost hear the little girl's merry songs and giggles around that campfire, yet this abrupt calamity had silenced them eternally.

Unable to contain their inner turmoil, Lin Dong and War God Hei Long raced toward Ah-Sheng’s house.

They flung open the half-closed wooden door, struck by an even sharper reek of fresh blood, the horrifying sight nearly shattering their restraint.

Ah-Sheng’s sister, the newlywed bride who had just stepped into marital bliss, sprawled on the bed like a shattered plaything, fully exposed and riddled with wounds, her eyes squeezed shut, remnants of unshed tears clinging to her lip's edge.

Her fists gripped fiercely, veins protruding across her form, her eyes staring wide.

Death in unyielding agony!

Lin Dong envisioned her dying struggles amid torment and hopelessness; this vision set their hearts ablaze with wrath, on the verge of exploding outward for him and War God Hei Long.

Ah-Sheng’s sister’s demise conveyed more potently than words the savage abuses inflicted upon her.

"Who did it, who the f*ck did it!!!" War God Hei Long bellowed like a wild beast at that instant.

Blood vessels burst in his eyes, unleashing boundless fury!

Not far off, a faint whimpering noise resounded.

Lin Dong realized Ah-Sheng’s husband had somehow survived.

He lay bound nearby, his frame marred by gashes, his Qi clinging by a thread.