Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1646 - 1643: How Could You Have Something Like This?

Xu Wendong hesitated for a moment, surprised by the request from the two women. His gaze swept over them, observing the resolute determination and eager hope in their eyes, which stirred something within him. Maintaining a composed exterior, he stated, "I understand your intentions, but I am a man who cherishes freedom and solitude, accustomed to traversing the world alone without the need for attendants."

The woman in the wine-red dress responded with urgency, "Senior, please do not refuse us so quickly. My sister and I are not fragile. We will certainly not burden you or cause any trouble." The woman in the cheongsam nodded in agreement, her voice sincere and earnest, "Indeed, Senior. We don't seek any special status by your side. We merely wish for the chance to offer our humble assistance to repay your life-saving kindness." Her eyes pleaded, conveying a sincerity that felt palpable.

For most men, succumbing to the charms of two stunning beauties making such heartfelt requests would be difficult to resist. Their allure and pleas seemed capable of mesmerizing anyone. However, Xu Wendong was not an ordinary man. Having faced countless trials and tribulations, his heart remained as unyielding as a fortress, impervious to such enticements.

Yet, instead of an immediate rejection, he paused, bowed his head in thought for a prolonged period, and then slowly uttered, "For now, we are merely chance acquaintances with a superficial connection. Should fate allow us to cross paths again in the future, I will then grant you both the opportunity to repay your gratitude."

"Farewell!" With those words, he gently took Lin Yiren's hand, and their figures seemed to meld with the night, vanishing swiftly into the enveloping darkness.

"I truly didn't expect you to turn away those beautiful women just now!" Lin Yiren exclaimed, her cheeks flushed like the sunset, playfully chiding, "Don't you grasp their unspoken desires?" Xu Wendong feigned innocence, inquiring, "What desires could they possibly have?"

"What else but to be close to you!" Lin Yiren blushed as she lightly admonished him. "Claiming they want to be your maids is merely a pretense; their true hope is to find intimacy with you!"

The Cultivation World is a realm where the strong reign supreme, shining like stars above all others, earning respect and adoration. Women, in particular, face immense challenges in this meritocratic society, their paths fraught with hardship. To navigate life more smoothly and freely, securing a powerful man as a protector is often considered the wisest course of action.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wendong offered a profound and enigmatic smile. "But my only desire is to lie with you, sister-in-law!"

Lin Yiren’s blush deepened considerably at his words, her complexion turning a vibrant hue akin to a ripe peach—fair, tinted red, soft, and inviting, evoking a desire to gently caress and savor.

"By the way, sister-in-law," Xu Wendong smoothly shifted the subject, his expression tinged with curiosity, "why haven't the authorities apprehended Master Yuding, that evildoer who abuses his power?" Lin Yiren sighed softly with a sense of helplessness. "Logically speaking, the police should have intervened," she began. "However... about fifteen years ago, the world's laws underwent subtle alterations."

"As cultivator groups gradually emerged, the old legal framework proved insufficient to govern them effectively. Consequently, the nation, adapting to the changing times, revised its laws. Now, while cultivators are prohibited from harming ordinary citizens arbitrarily, they also no longer receive legal protection. They exist in a gray area, ostracized by the law. Therefore, even if a cultivator suffers oppression, bullying, or even death, they cannot seek recourse or assistance from the police."

Xu Wendong felt a sense of relief. He had to acknowledge that this arrangement might offer better protection to ordinary people. Otherwise, the repercussions would have been unimaginable.

During their conversation, the two had already reached a bustling street. They hailed a taxi and proceeded home.

Upon returning, Xu Wendong’s demeanor was outwardly calm, yet his eyes held a sharp gleam. He casually raised his hand and made a light gesture. Instantly, a vibrant and dazzling beam of light shot from his fingertip, resembling a crimson lightning strike, accurately piercing the soil in the courtyard. The moment the light struck the earth, something extraordinary occurred. The ground quivered slightly, and then, like a spectral serpent, a thick, blood-red vine rapidly erupted from the soil.

Its growth speed was astonishingly rapid, soon standing still, akin to a miniature crimson tower, radiating an aura of mystery and formidable power.

This vine was far from ordinary; intimately connected to Xu Wendong’s soul, it had become intrinsically part of his being – the Slayer Vine.

The Slayer Vine, as thick as a grown man's waist, displayed a deep, captivating blood-red hue across its entire form, as if steeped in countless drops of blood.

Its surface was adorned with peculiar markings, resembling ancient glyphs or perhaps intricate blood vessels, emitting a faint, ethereal luminescence that gave off an intensely unsettling vibe.

Along the vine’s length, sharp thorns protruded at intervals. These thorns, roughly half a foot long and shaped like curved wolf's teeth, gleamed with a chilling metallic sheen, projecting an intimidating presence.

Each thorn seemed to harbor a potent piercing capability, suggesting it could effortlessly breach any defense erected by those foolish enough to draw near.

At the vine's apex, it bifurcated into several slender tendrils, which writhed in the air like sinuous appendages, apparently attuned to every subtle movement and passing breath in the vicinity.

Adorning the tips of these tendrils were teardrop-shaped crystalline beads, emanating a faint, sanguineous aroma yet possessing a strange, compelling allure.

They appeared to conceal a potent yet perilous force, capable of unleashing a devastating catastrophe with the slightest disturbance.

Witnessing this formidable display, a peculiarly sly grin spread across Xu Wendong’s face: "With this fellow guarding, no one's getting past!"

Lin Yiren nodded solemnly, then, a blush creeping up her neck, she murmured, "Once all this is settled, how about we take a bath first?"

"Splendid!" Xu Wendong readily accepted Lin Yiren’s proposal, his eyes alight with a fervent longing.

Upon ascending to the master bedroom on the second floor, Lin Yiren, her cheeks flushed, said, "You go ahead first; I'll join you shortly."

Xu Wendong acknowledged her words and proceeded into the generously sized bathroom.

A short while later.

Lin Yiren entered, her face the picture of bashfulness, akin to a blush-reddened peach, radiating timidity and a rosy glow. This sight made Xu Wendong’s mouth feel dry and his throat parched, intensifying the fiery desire in his heart.

However, upon glimpsing the object Lin Yiren held, Xu Wendong couldn't help but react with shock: "Sister-in-law, where did you acquire such a thing?"