Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1625 - 1622: Why Not Marry Them All?

The statement hit Xu Wendong like a bolt from the blue, causing his body to freeze. The previously serene and contented look on his face instantly vanished, replaced by wide, disbelieving eyes filled with shock.

His lips quivered, an urge to retort warring with the sheer absurdity of the proposal. The unfathomable suggestion left him speechless for a considerable while.

With a difficult swallow, he managed to force out a few strained words through clenched teeth, "You... what are you implying? You must be joking!"

Despite his divine status, his voice betrayed a tremor.

Xue Tu, meanwhile, was already seething, his temper igniting like explosive material.

He sprang to his feet, enveloped by the dark crimson, swirling vital energy characteristic of the Blood Clan, his eyes like fiery copper bells fixed on Canglan Yutian. "Canglan Yutian, you despicable old dog, have you no shame?!"

"I mistook your earlier hints for mere absentmindedness, never imagining you’d outright propose such a scheme, seeking to exploit my son-in-law for your selfish desires and lineage, disregarding all matters of heart, morality, and my Blood Clan!"

He then turned to Mu Xizi, his face a mask of fury, spitting as he spoke, "And you, Mu Xizi, you always presented yourself with such dignity; I never fathomed you harbored such depraved thoughts, lending credence to this charade and meddling in affairs that don't concern you. You've utterly shamed the Immortal Clan, utterly without remorse!"

Xue Tu’s fists clenched, his knuckles whitening and emitting audible cracks. The only reason he hadn't already lunged at the pair was the shared threat of the demons, necessitating their unity.

Nevertheless, Canglan Yutian and Mu Xizi appeared to have foreseen this outburst, their expressions showing only a hint of awkwardness as they stood their ground without yielding.

A knowing smile played on Canglan Yutian's lips, as if he had long anticipated Xue Tu's reaction.

At this juncture.

The Holy Maidens from the Twelve Immortal Clans made their graceful entrance, appearing one by one.

Leading the procession was the Holy Maiden of the Canglan Immortal Clan, adorned in a flowing, water-blue gown. Its hem mimicked the playful dance of sea waves, swaying with her every step, shimmering with an ethereal light.

This radiance caught upon her snow-white skin, illuminating a face that held a delicate balance of coolness and bashfulness. In her hands, she held a jade flute, emanating a soft blue luminescence, its surface intricately carved with wave patterns that seemed to contain the profound secrets of the Azure Sea.

She kept her gaze lowered, too shy to meet the eyes of those around her, her cheeks dusted with a faint blush, reminiscent of the soft hues of the departing sunset.

Close behind her came the Holy Maiden of the Phantom Feather Clan. Her long robes billowed like banners in the wind, casting a brilliant sheen that spoke of her inherent elegance and grace.

Her movements were as light and airy as if she were treading on clouds, her hair meticulously styled into an elegant bun, accented by a few feather ornaments that shimmered with a subtle glow. In her hand, she held a fan, its surface adorned with enigmatic runes and depictions of lively birds in flight.

Her face was partially veiled, her eyes, curved into gentle arcs, mingled shyness with a flicker of anticipation as she discreetly cast glances toward Xu Wendong.

The Holy Maiden of the Ba Yan Clan was dressed in a striking pink martial attire, evoking the image of a thorny rose in full spring bloom, masterfully blending her clan's inherent boldness with the tender shyness of a young maiden.

Her sun-kissed skin radiated a healthy vitality, her features bold and striking. The resolute eyes, typically so firm, were now clouded with a mixture of nervousness and bashfulness.

Her hands unconsciously worked the fabric at the hem of her garment, creating small, crumpled wrinkles. She bit her lower lip gently, striving to regain her composure.

Then there were the twin Holy Maidens of the Lingxiao Feather Clan, resembling a pair of delicate lotus blossoms. The elder sister possessed a gentle and serene aura, draped in a light purple gauze dress. Her floating skirts were embroidered with patterns of spirit feathers, giving the impression that she could ascend into the wind at any moment.

A subtle smile would reveal dimples on her cheeks. She carried a flower basket woven from spirit feathers, filled with spirit flowers that emitted a faint shimmer and a captivating fragrance. Her gaze, directed at Xu Wendong from beneath her long lashes, held an understated depth of tenderness and bashful affection.

The younger sister, brimming with lively mischief, skipped forward, her silken gown rustling, the spirit bell adorning her waist chiming with a melodic sound.

She regarded Xu Wendong with an open, curious gaze, her large eyes blinking, unreservedly showcasing her fascination and admiration. Upon noticing the attention of everyone, she quickly stuck out her tongue before darting behind her sister, eliciting soft chuckles from the onlookers.

The other clan’s Holy Maidens each brought their own unique charm to the scene—some demure, others vibrant, and a few exuding a cool aloofness—all enveloped in a gentle aura of spiritual power, weaving a tapestry of visually stunning and lively impressions.

Their arrival was like the sudden blooming of spring flowers, a subtle fragrance of maidenhood wafting, intermingling with the transcendent aura of Penglai Immortal Island.

Xu Wendong’s eyes swept across these Holy Maidens, one by one.

The scene unfolding before him felt both dreamlike and utterly preposterous.

Each Holy Maiden appeared as if they had gracefully emerged from ancient paintings of the Immortal Realm, possessing a unique charm, whether it was a cold demeanor, a playful spirit, gentleness, or vibrant energy.

The collective beauty and elegance on display was akin to countless brilliant stars illuminating the night sky, dazzling him, leaving his mind in a state of dizzying chaos.

His feet felt rooted to the spot, incapable of movement, his eyes wide with shock and a sense of helplessness. His lips parted slightly, but no sound emerged, only the heavy gasps of breath breaking the suffocating silence.

Xue Tu’s rage intensified with each passing moment as he bellowed at Canglan Yutian and the others, “Your actions are no different from those contemptible individuals who resort to forceful abduction!”

“Employing such dishonorable tactics to forcibly involve my son-in-law, do you truly believe the Blood Clan can be insulted with impunity?”

A Clan Leader from the Immortal Clan knitted his brows slightly, his expression grave yet tinged with a stubborn refusal, and loudly retorted, “Friend Xue Tu, your words are quite unfair; you have genuinely misunderstood our sincere intentions!”

After uttering these words, he tilted his head upwards slightly, his eyes conveying earnestness and a touch of helplessness as he surveyed the surrounding crowd. He then continued, “We poured immense effort and meticulously devised our strategy; how could it possibly be with the intention to coerce the Divine Venerable?”

“Time flows like an unending river, ceaselessly advancing, and numerous tribulations strike at the very foundations of clan inheritance like colossal waves, battering them relentlessly.”

“Our clan has navigated this arduous path, enduring countless calamities. We now stand at the precipice, our numbers dwindling, like a candle nearing its end, the flame of our bloodline inheritance flickering, poised to be extinguished by fate’s cold wind at any given moment.”

As he spoke, his voice trembled slightly. “In this dire predicament, if we could but earn the favor of the Divine Venerable and forge a marital union with our Holy Maiden, with the Divine Venerable’s protection in the days to come, the continuation of our bloodline would hold hope. The flame of our inheritance could reignite, rather than being snuffed out in the vast river of history, fading into forgotten dust!”

“If even this final glimmer of hope is extinguished, our inheritance abruptly terminated, our family shattered, then what significance do the rise and fall of the Immortal Realm, or the life and death of the world, hold for us?”

Xu Wendong listened quietly until the very end. A wry smile touched the corners of his lips. “Senior, your words sound sincere and logical, but in essence, they are cornering me step by step, leaving me with no avenue of retreat.”

“Is this not a blatant demand for me to wed your clan’s Holy Maiden, using it as a ‘lifeline’ to sustain your family’s inheritance?”

Upon hearing this, the elder’s face flushed with shame, the color spreading rapidly like clouds on the horizon. He clasped his hands in a gesture of supplication, bowing deeply. “Divine Venerable, please forgive this transgression. I am aware that this action is excessively disrespectful, but our current situation is dire, compelling us to resort to desperate measures, to make this last-ditch effort.”

The atmosphere abruptly turned heavy and oppressive. Just as Xu Wendong was unsure how to respond, the Blood Princess’s gentle voice slowly interjected, “Why not simply marry them all?”