Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1677 - 1674: Empty Fame

Taoist Lingxu stood instinctively, filled with both deep respect and a touch of fear. "Young Master, whatever you require, simply give the command. It's not just one task, but even ten thousand, and I would face any peril, even death, without hesitation!"

In his heart, Xu Wendong was a life-altering benefactor.

Were it not for the three words "Mystic Spirit Pavilion" that Xu Wendong had written, breaking through and transforming from the Golden Core stage to Nascent Soul would have been an insurmountable challenge in his lifetime.

Xu Wendong took a measured sip of tea and stated calmly, "This task is not overly arduous. I wish for you to travel across the land and assist me in locating cultivators possessing unique aptitudes."

Dragon Soul had previously mentioned that those Celestial Gods who had reincarnated would display exceptional talents upon recommencing their cultivation journey, which was precisely why he enlisted Taoist Lingxu’s aid in this search.

Taoist Lingxu felt compelled to inquire, "May I ask, Young Master, if you have any particular criteria or specific instructions regarding these talented cultivators?"

Xu Wendong pondered for a moment before replying, "I seek individuals who possess special spirit roots, or those rare souls with extraordinary perception and command over elemental forces."

"Alternatively, look for those who can communicate with spirit plants or spiritual beasts with natural ease, as if an innate connection exists between them."

"Their background should not be a limiting factor; whether from humble origins or reclusive hermits, as long as they exhibit unique characteristics, they warrant attention."

"Your search must be exhaustive; leave no possible avenue unexplored."

Taoist Lingxu responded with reverence, "I shall adhere strictly to Young Master’s directives. I will undoubtedly leverage all my connections and resources, traverse the vast rivers from north to south, delve into mountains and seas, and bring every individual of extraordinary talent before you, Young Master."

He then paused before continuing, his tone carrying a hint of practicality, "However, the world is immense and boundless; such a search may require considerable time. I trust in Young Master’s patience."

Xu Wendong gestured dismissively, a subtle smile gracing his lips. "There is no need for haste. Go forth with peace of mind, unburdened. Should you encounter any complications along your journey, you may contact me directly via my phone."

"Also, see to the matter of that corpse!" With that, he provided Taoist Lingxu with his phone number.

Without further delay, Taoist Lingxu turned and departed swiftly from the Mystic Spirit Pavilion.

A surge of spiritual power enveloped him, and his form instantly blurred into a streak of light, vanishing from Xu Wendong’s sight in the blink of an eye.

After Taoist Lingxu’s departure, a slight frown creased Xu Wendong’s brow, a flicker of contemplation crossing his features.

A moment later, seemingly having reached a resolution, he deliberately reached for his mobile phone, his fingers elegantly swiping across the screen to dial the number of Miss Ye Qiu from the esteemed Ye Family.

"Mister Xu, what a surprise to receive your call! Do you have a message for me?" Ye Qiu sounded genuinely surprised by Xu Wendong’s call, yet an unconscious note of deference laced her words.

Xu Wendong drew a deep breath, his voice adopting a grave tone. "The recent calamity that befell your Ye Family was no mere accident; there were machinations behind the scenes. The intent was to annihilate your family and usurp your position."

"I have conveyed what I can. You must exercise heightened vigilance and protect yourselves!"

Scarcely had he ended the call when the clear chime of bells announced a new arrival at the shop door. He looked up to see a young, exquisite maiden entering with light, graceful steps.

The girl appeared to be in her late teens, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, her figure elegant and swaying like a willow in a gentle breeze.

Her long, lustrous black hair cascaded like a silken waterfall over her rounded shoulders, flowing softly with her movements and exuding a captivating sheen.

Her face was delicately formed, her skin possessing a fairness like freshly fallen snow, reminiscent of carved jade, emanating a subtle rosy hue that spoke of vibrant youth and vitality.

Her gracefully arched eyebrows resembled distant, verdant mountains, much like two delicate willow leaves extending across her brow, bestowing a touch of refined charm and softness upon her visage.

Her bright, clear eyes sparkled like celestial bodies in the nocturnal sky, a lively brilliance swimming within their depths, each glance hinting at untold stories and profound emotions.

A small, perfectly sculpted nose was nestled centrally on her face, enhancing the overall symmetry and allure of her features.

Her lips, slightly full and a vibrant shade of crimson, were as alluring as ripe cherries, their vivid color a silent testament to a captivating allure.

She was adorned in a flowing, light blue gown of ancient design, the fabric soft and fluid, swaying gently with her measured steps like a celestial cloud in motion.

Exquisite white flower patterns, as vivid as if they were swaying in the breeze, adorned her dress, emanating a faint floral scent.

Her waist was cinched with a matching silk belt, tied in a delicate butterfly knot that beautifully accentuated her slender figure.

As the girl stepped into the shop, her eyes curiously darted around, imbued with a sense of wonder and exploration.

Her gaze eventually landed on Xu Wendong, and a radiant smile bloomed on her face. "Are you the proprietor of the Mystic Spirit Pavilion?"

Her voice, a melodious cascade like a yellow warbler’s song from a hidden valley, carried a playful lilt that gently resonated within the shop.

The instant Xu Wendong beheld the girl, an odd yet familiar sensation washed over him, as though their paths had somehow crossed in the intricate tapestry of fate.

An inexplicable sense of closeness surged within his heart.

Yet, he understood profoundly that their destinies were never meant to intertwine.

After all.

He had been absent from Earth for a full eighteen years.

Returning to himself, he offered a smile. "Indeed, I am. Is there something you require?"

However, the girl’s eyes remained fixed on him, a playful glint briefly flickering in their brightness. "I’ve heard you possess the ability to read faces and ward off misfortune. If that's the case, you should discern my intentions, shouldn't you?"

Xu Wendong was taken aback; he subtly narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the young woman before him.

The more he observed, the greater his astonishment grew.

He considered himself a master of physiognomy, capable of perceiving the intricate threads of fate woven into the lives of ordinary individuals.

But at this very moment.

Before this girl, it was as if he were enveloped in a dense fog, unable to glimpse her past or foretell the course of her future.

Such an occurrence was truly an anomaly in his life, filling his heart with both bewilderment and disbelief.

"Lord Dragon Soul, what is happening? Why can I not perceive her fate?" Xu Wendong’s soul transmitted his query to the Dragon Soul residing within him; he had traversed the Cultivation World and the Immortal Realm throughout his existence, claiming to have weathered countless tempests.

Rarely had anything managed to disrupt his composure to such an extent.

Yet, the Dragon Soul seemed dormant, unresponsive to any of his desperate calls.

Meanwhile.

The girl observed Xu Wendong’s peculiar reaction, a subtle, knowing, and enigmatic smile gracing her lips.

Her expressive eyes shifted slightly, carrying a nuance of scrutiny and curiosity as she met Xu Wendong’s gaze. Then, parting her rosy lips slightly, she teased, "Could it be that your reputation precedes you, but your skills fall short?"