Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1670 - 1667: Killing Without a Trace

Master of face reading, Qian Kun, furrowed his brows deeply, his countenance etched with worry and gloom. His gaze held a sinister glint, like a wolf observing its prey in the darkness.

In a voice as cold as ancient Mystic Ice, he declared, "Let's not act rashly. This is a complex matter requiring careful planning."

"This individual effortlessly diffused Wang Fugui’s provocation, demonstrating genuine talent and extraordinary skills. He is no ordinary person."

"Therefore, we must not act impulsively as before. We need to devise a flawless and comprehensive strategy to ensure our victory."

Zhao Qi scoffed dismissively through his nose, gritting his teeth. "Hmph! What ingenious plan could we possibly have?"

"Are we to stand by helplessly as he wreaks havoc in the Mystic Spirit Pavilion, seizing all our business and leaving us with no foothold in Antique Street?"

Qian Kun's eyes twinkled with cunning, a plan forming. He lowered his voice to a whisper, "Why don't we take a different approach and hire a cultivator to assist us?"

"Consider this: if we offer generous rewards, greedy cultivators will certainly be attracted. We won't lack someone willing to take the job."

Zhao Qi's eyes lit up, a glimmer of hope in the darkness, but it was quickly replaced by heavy doubt. He hesitated, "Cultivators?"

"They are beings of supreme, enigmatic power, appearing and disappearing like Divine Dragons. They aren't easily swayed by us, are they?"

"Moreover, their actions are often strange and unpredictable. If something goes wrong, we might end up harming ourselves. What then?"

"The risk is too high. We need to be cautious!"

Qian Kun smirked, a mixture of confidence and mockery in his tone. "You, stop worrying so much. I have a comprehensive plan."

"I happen to know a well-connected intermediary skilled in brokering deals between the mundane and cultivators."

"As long as we are willing to spend generously and aren't afraid of incurring costs, we can surely invite a powerful cultivator."

"By then, even if Xu Wendong had three heads and six arms, no matter his capabilities, in the face of a cultivator’s immense power, he would be like an ant, easily subdued."

Zhao Qi frowned deeply, falling into thought. After a moment, a glint of determination flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, "Fine. If that's the case, let's proceed with your plan!"

Their initial intention was merely to drive Xu Wendong out of Antique Street.

After all, Xu Wendong's arrival had severely impacted the foundation of their painstakingly managed interests on Antique Street. If he wasn't driven out early, their situation would certainly become precarious!

However.

All their carefully devised plans had already burst like bubbles and vanished.

Driven by resentment and despair, they conceived of a more malicious thought: to eliminate Xu Wendong completely and remove future troubles.

Night fell with a torrential downpour, as if the Milky Way had burst its banks, the overwhelming rain seeming to drown the entire world in endless water curtains.

The original hustle of Antique Street was consumed by the sound of the waterfall-like rain. The cobblestone paths gleamed with a cold sheen under the unending downpour, and everything around was shrouded in steamy mist, plunging the atmosphere into chaotic obscurity.

Xu Wendong gently closed the shop door, preparing to head home.

His sister-in-law had called earlier; she had made dumplings and was waiting for him.

Thinking of the dumplings and his sister-in-law, Xu Wendong wished he could sprout wings and fly straight home.

Enjoying dumplings while spending time with his sister-in-law...

Just as he turned around, his gaze inadvertently pierced through the heavy rain, glimpsing a shadow standing far away in the depths of the night.

That shadow was like a specter emerging from Nine Nether Hell, exuding a chilling aura.

His figure was tall and slender, standing quietly like an ancient and mysterious statue, unmoving, perfectly merging with the stormy rain curtain.

Raindrops fell like arrows upon his body but seemed to be blocked by an invisible shield, merely sliding off his black robe, splashing tiny ripples that only added to his enigmatic presence.

Concealed by his hood, the figure's eyes alone pierced the darkness, glinting with a sharp, chilling brilliance akin to distant stars, enough to make one's very soul tremble.

Despite the concealment, Xu Wendong acutely perceived the intruder's presence. A faint, wry smile touched his lips as he murmured, "Though we are rivals in the same cultivation path, must you be so relentlessly hostile?"

The smile held a mixture of weary acceptance of unwarranted animosity and a composed readiness for the impending confrontation.

Drawing himself up slightly, his gaze radiated an unwavering determination, a calm collectedness as he silently awaited the shadow's next action.

"I never imagined you to be a fellow cultivator!" the shadowy figure's voice echoed with a mocking amusement. "My original plan was to flee the city after dealing with you, but now, it matters not. Eliminating you, even in plain sight, shall incur no legal repercussions!"

Xu Wendong unfurled a large, black umbrella, a shield against the downpour, and calmly addressed his adversary: "Are you not perhaps a touch too self-assured?"

Disdain flickered in the shadow's eyes. "You are but a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. I, on the other hand, have reached the Foundation Establishment Peak. Subduing you is as effortless as lifting a feather!"

"Perhaps you should first cast your gaze upon this very location!" Xu Wendong gestured calmly towards the signboard of the [Mystic Spirit Pavilion].

The man cloaked in black instinctively shifted his sight upwards.

In that very instant, a profound and formidable Daoist aura radiated from the signboard, surging like an unstoppable tide, completely engulfing him.

His countenance contorted in shock. It felt as though a brutal blow had struck his mind, his True Qi instantly thrown into disarray, and blood rushed violently to his throat.

Swiftly.

He convulsed, blood spewing from all seven sensory orifices, and collapsed lifelessly amidst the rain. The relentless downpour soon began its work, washing the crimson pool away, leaving only a stark stain.

Meanwhile, Xu Wendong, seemingly untouched by the encounter, calmly closed his umbrella and, with deliberate steps, walked into the rain-soaked street.

His retreating form, gradually swallowed by the wind and rain, still exuded an aura of unparalleled majesty and profound mystery.

Observing from a distance, Zhao Qi and Qian Kun, who had been watching in secret, felt an icy dread creep from their soles up to their hearts as they witnessed the unfolding events, sending shivers down their spines.

The two exchanged terrified glances.

Zhao Qi stammered, trembling, "Wh-what... what just happened? How could our highly compensated hired expert simply gaze at the Mystic Spirit Pavilion's signboard and then die, spewing blood from every orifice?"