Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1650 - 1647: He’s Simply Inhuman

Rushing into the Taoist temple with a panicked expression, Zhao Yin bore the barely breathing Master Yuding on his back.

Incense smoke curled lazily through the air within the temple, where an elder sat serenely on a meditation mat, akin to a tranquil, ancient statue.

This was Master Wudao, Qingyuan City's most formidable expert.

His visage, though gaunt, radiated an extraordinary aura, his skin like burnished silk, crisscrossed with deep lines etched by time—each a testament to trials endured.

His eyes, profound and luminous, seemed to hold a universe of stars; a mere glance from him could unravel the world's mysteries.

Long, white hair, like frost and snow, cascaded over his shoulders, catching a sacred gleam in the temple's dim light. A few strands of beard gently swayed with the breeze, enhancing his transcendent presence.

He was clad in a flowing Daoist robe, dark as the midnight sky, intricately embroidered with silver runes of antiquity. With each breath he took, these symbols shimmered faintly, as if imbued with life.

A sash of dark silk encircled his waist, from which dangled a jade pendant that emanated a subtle spiritual energy, its patterns appearing and fading.

Before Master Wudao, six disciples were seated on their own meditation mats in quiet contemplation.

The eldest disciple presented an image of calm composure, his eyes reflecting unwavering resolve and profound wisdom.

The second disciple possessed an agile bearing, his gaze sharp and alert, perpetually poised for any impending challenge.

The third disciple’s face held a gentle kindness, radiating an undeniable warmth.

The fourth disciple bore a solemn countenance, exuding an air of quiet authority that commanded respect without a hint of harshness.

The fifth disciple moved with a nimble grace, his eyes sparkling with astute intelligence.

The youngest, still marked by youth, displayed a touch of immaturity, yet his eyes blazed with reverence for his master and a fervent passion for cultivation.

The instant Zhao Yin entered with Master Yuding, the pupils of all present contracted sharply, their eyes wide with disbelief.

It seemed beyond their comprehension that Master Yuding could have sustained such grievous injuries.

Witnessing Master Yuding’s pitiable state, clinging precariously to life, the eldest disciple’s eyes ignited with fury. “Zhao Yin,” he demanded, his voice booming, “What in the heavens transpired? Which insolent wretch dared inflict such severe harm upon our Second Master?”

Zhao Yin felt an overwhelming wave of anger surge towards him, a tempestuous tide, and their burning gazes felt poised to consume him entirely.

He felt like a solitary leaf adrift on a stormy sea, or as if an invisible, crushing mountain bore down upon him.

The sheer pressure made his soul tremble, on the verge of shattering into oblivion.

Suppressing the immense fear that threatened to overwhelm him, he spoke with a tremor, “Senior, it was a young man named Xu Wendong.”

“Though Xu Wendong is only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, the power he wielded was terrifyingly immense.”

“Even when Master Yuding exerted his full strength, even drawing his longsword, Xu Wendong remained utterly composed, showing no trace of fear.”

“Furthermore, with a single kick, he brutally shattered Master Yuding’s Golden Core, leaving him critically wounded.”

As Zhao Yin recounted the events, beads of sweat like heavy raindrops rolled down his forehead.

“Zhao Yin, do you take us for fools, spewing such utter nonsense and mocking us?”

A middle-aged man, his face contorted with rage, let out a cold snort. His eyes blazed with an inferno of fury. “A mere ant at the Foundation Establishment stage, no matter how extraordinary his abilities, how could he possibly inflict such grave injuries upon Master Yuding, a mighty expert at the Golden Core Late Stage? The disparity between them is colossal! How could an ant achieve such a feat?”

Murmurs of disbelief rippled through the others, clearly unconvinced by Zhao Yin’s account.

To them, each advancement in the cultivation realm represented an insurmountable gulf, a vast chasm of power separating stages.

Had Xu Wendong been a cultivator of the Golden Core stage, perhaps he might have possessed the capacity to defeat an opponent like Master Yuding, who was at the Golden Core Late Stage.

But he was merely a cultivator of the late-stage Foundation Establishment!

In their eyes, such an insignificant being could never hope to gravely injure a Golden Core Late Stage expert.

Let alone shatter a Golden Core expert’s core with a solitary kick.

“He… he… isn’t… lying…”

A weak voice, unmistakably Master Yuding’s, echoed like thunder in everyone’s ears, sending tremors down their spines.

“Master… although Xu Wendong is indeed at the late-stage Foundation Establishment…”

“His power… is simply unfathomable…”

“Not only could he block my spells with his bare hands…”

“He even caught my longsword barehanded… he’s utterly inhuman…”

As Master Yuding recalled his encounter with Xu Wendong, his eyes conveyed a mixture of profound fear and utter shock.

Even on the precipice of death, he struggled to accept that such a terrifyingly formidable individual could possibly exist!

The solemnity of all present was palpable as Master Yuding's thunderous yet frail words echoed, dispelling their prior skepticism.

Could such formidable power truly exist?

Master Wudao's brow furrowed, a flicker of doubt crossing his profound gaze. He rose slowly, his voluminous Daoist robes swirling, projecting an aura of commanding presence.

"Yuding, expound further on the unusual characteristics of this Xu Wendong," Master Wudao's voice, deep and echoing, possessed an intrinsic quality that soothed the unsettled minds.

Yet, a veil of disbelief still enveloped everyone.

Struggling for each breath, Master Yuding intermittently explained, "Master, his sheer physical might is horrifying. My magical assaults were as futile as ants attempting to topple a mountain against him, entirely ineffective."

"Even when he intercepted my longsword with his bare hands, he managed to grip it firmly. His hands seemed impervious, akin to a spiritual artifact; such a bizarre phenomenon I have never before witnessed."

"Furthermore, his attack velocity was so extreme that I was unable to even react before sustaining critical injuries."

The eldest disciple, lost in contemplation, mused aloud, "Possessing such capabilities, he cannot be a common cultivator. Might he be an initiate of some clandestine sect, armed with supreme cultivation techniques?"

A cold sneer escaped the third disciple's lips. "Regardless of his origins, he has injured my master, and this grievance demands retribution! Master, I implore your permission to lead my brothers in an investigation to unearth his true identity."

Master Wudao gave a slight shake of his head, his eyes surveying each of them, and cautioned gravely, "Do not act rashly. Yuding's account suggests this individual is exceptionally uncommon; impulsive actions could precipitate dire peril." With that, he produced an elixir, offering it to the disciple for consumption.

Master Yuding managed a strained smile. "My gratitude, Master, for your benevolence. I am aware my time is scarce, and I shall not squander this elixir..."

"Xu Wendong instructed me to convey a message to you..."

His face etched with profound sadness, Master Wudao inquired, "What message did he send?"