Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1671 - 1668: A Heaven-Sent Opportunity

A look of utter dread and bewilderment consumed Qian Kun, large droplets of sweat coursing down his forehead and cheeks.

His lips quivered as he stammered, "This... this Mystic Spirit Pavilion must conceal an unfathomable secret. This Xu Wendong is certainly not someone we can afford to offend!"

"Our recklessness this time was akin to blind fools charging an iron wall. Now, we've plunged ourselves into immense peril."

He was utterly baffled, unable to fathom how that cultivator had met such a mysterious end right there.

Nevertheless, one certainty remained: this incident was undeniably linked to Xu Wendong.

Moreover, a suspicion had already taken root in their hearts – Xu Wendong was no mere mortal, and his true identity likely held an astonishing secret.

Zhao Qi swallowed hard, struggling to compose himself, and whispered, "If my guess is correct, our highly-paid expert might have suddenly succumbed to a peculiar ailment, leading to this outcome."

"Otherwise, how could he simply die from a glance at the Mystic Spirit Pavilion's plaque, bleeding from all seven orifices?"

"This defies all logic! It's just a plaque; what kind of magical power could cause instant death with a single look?"

"It's truly inconceivable."

Slowly emerging from his profound shock, Qian Kun considered Zhao Qi's words and found them surprisingly plausible.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them.

Despite their apprehension, an intense curiosity propelled them forward. Opening an umbrella, they braced themselves and ventured into the inky night, moving towards the location of the Foundation Establishment Stage expert's body.

Their objective was to uncover the truth and ascertain the real cause of his demise.

As they neared the deceased Foundation Establishment Stage expert.

Both could distinctly sense an incomprehensible, mysterious power radiating continuously from the Mystic Spirit Pavilion's plaque.

This power seemed to possess a soul-captivating allure, drawing their gazes and spirits, compelling them to involuntarily turn their heads towards the Mystic Spirit Pavilion's plaque.

And at the precise moment their eyes fixed upon the Mystic Spirit Pavilion's plaque, a bizarre and terrifying event unfolded.

The three characters – [Mystic Spirit Pavilion] – appeared to galvanize, twisting and morphing, swiftly transforming into frosty, sharp Sword Qi.

This Sword Qi, seemingly charged with world-shattering energy, instantly tore through the void, emitting a piercing whistle as it shot towards the pair like arrows loosed from a bow.

Instantly, an overwhelming, chilling sense of dread washed over them like a colossal wave.

Only then.

Did they awaken as from a stupor, fully comprehending that the mysterious cause of death for the nearby Foundation Establishment Stage expert was undoubtedly intertwined with the Mystic Spirit Pavilion's plaque.

However, events transpired too swiftly. Before they could process the immense shock, the Sword Qi pierced their pupils like wraiths.

Subsequently, their bodies felt wrested by an unseen, colossal force, and blood erupted like geysers from their seven orifices, painting the rainy night with a vibrant crimson mist.

Soon after, their bodies slumped, striking the ground with heavy thuds, their watery demise mingling with the rain, gradually spreading, leaving behind two lifeless corpses.

Xu Wendong had never intended to kill.

Yet, he would never permit himself to be victimized, nor would he tolerate those who sought his life.

He showed no mercy.

This was precisely why he had infused the plaque with Daoist charm.

Not long after Qian Kun and Zhao Qi met their end, an elderly man exuding an ethereal aura, with flowing white hair and beard, materialized amidst the downpour. Clad in a simple linen robe, his gaunt face suggested a life of hardship.

He carried no umbrella, yet the relentless rain failed to dampen his attire, protected by a subtle layer of True Qi emanating from his form.

"Why are there three corpses here?" the elder questioned, his voice laced with bewilderment. He scanned his surroundings before his gaze was drawn irresistibly to the enigmatic plaque of the Mystic Spirit Pavilion.

Its profound power felt like an ancient summons, seeping into his Sea of Consciousness like a mystical key, unlocking deep-seated spiritual shackles.

Long-standing mysteries regarding his cultivation now found their answers.

Daoist Lingxu's pupils quivered violently; he never imagined that a mere contemplation of this plaque would unravel every enigma that had plagued his cultivation journey.

A chill ran down his spine, a creeping sense of dread washing over him.

In the very next moment.

The Golden Core residing within him began to quake violently, emitting a brilliant radiance, as if straining to escape an unseen confinement.

The once-steady patterns of spiritual power upon the Golden Core writhed and contorted, much like lively Spirit Snakes on a hunt. Simultaneously, a purer, more potent Spiritual Power erupted forth, surging like a torrential river through his meridians.

Taoist Lingxu experienced an unbearable heat engulfing his entire being, as if he were consumed by infernos or struck by relentless thunder. His body quivered uncontrollably, his very bones audibly cracking, undergoing a profound reshaping.

As this immense power continuously flowed into him, his soul felt as though it shed the mundane shackles and the limitations of his physical form, gracefully ascending and expanding amidst a splendor of spiritual light.

The Golden Core, which had been no larger than a soybean, visibly swelled and reshaped itself, gradually morphing into the semblance of an infant phantom. This nascent form possessed an innocent visage, with enlightened brilliance shining from its brows, exuding gentle yet formidable spiritual power fluctuations—a clear indication of the initial formation of the Nascent Soul.

"Infinite Venerable, this..."

"What in the heavens is happening?"

"Why has my Golden Core spontaneously transformed into a Nascent Soul?"

Taoist Lingxu remained frozen in place, utterly bewildered, feeling as though he were caught in a surreal dream.

He had long resigned himself to never achieving a breakthrough within his lifetime, which was why he had roamed the world. He had never once imagined that his arrival in Qingyuan City would present him with such an extraordinary, life-altering opportunity.

His eyes now gleamed with a starlight intensity, appearing to hold within them the infinite mysteries of the cosmos.

He directed his gaze toward the Mystic Spirit Pavilion's plaque, his heart overflowing with profound awe and fervent gratitude. He whispered to himself, "Who could have possibly crafted this plaque? How does it possess such an extraordinary potency to aid me in shattering my bottleneck and ascending to the Nascent Soul stage?"