Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1706 - 1703: Something Happened

The next day at noon.

Xu Wendong, still immersed in the sweet memories of last night shared with Lin Yiren, was startled from his enchanting dream by the sudden, urgent ringing of his phone.

A quick glance at the screen revealed Zhang Nian’s name, prompting a slight frown before he answered the call.

"Master, something's happened! Hurry to the shop!" Zhang Nian's panicked voice cut through the lingering sleepiness, instantly clearing Xu Wendong's mind.

With a voice still heavy with sleep, he asked lazily, "What is it?"

He felt confident in the layered defenses he had personally established around the Mystic Spirit Pavilion. The very name, inscribed by his own hand, exuded a chilling, fierce murderous intent and a profound Daoist aura. Normally, anyone with malicious intent would be instantly repelled by such pressure, their very souls dissolving.

This put him at a loss as to what could have caused Zhang Nian such distress.

Zhang Nian anxiously explained, "Do you recall Senior Li, who gifted you that longsword yesterday? He's on the verge of death, collapsed right at the Mystic Spirit Pavilion! If you don't hurry, he might not survive!"

Xu Wendong's brow instantly furrowed. The image of the middle-aged cultivator, Li Changfu, flashed into his mind.

He mused over how Li Changfu, who had seemed so full of vitality just yesterday, could now be in such a critical state, found collapsed before his establishment overnight.

However, the 'how' and 'why' were secondary.

What mattered was that he had accepted their gifts, which implied a promise of protection. He couldn't possibly stand idly by, both emotionally and morally.

"I'm on my way back to the shop!" Xu Wendong replied curtly. He ended the call, his gaze suddenly hardening, as sharp and piercing as a drawn blade.

He carefully, gently slipped Lin Yiren’s arm from around him, as if afraid to disturb her peaceful slumber and the cherished moments they shared.

Then, he rose swiftly, dressing with practiced efficiency, ready in mere moments.

As if sensing a change, Lin Yiren stirred, her sleepy eyes falling upon Xu Wendong’s hurried movements. In a soft, tender voice, still thick with sleep, she asked, "Wendong, what's wrong?"

Xu Wendong turned, a fleeting look of apology in his eyes, and answered softly, "Something urgent has come up at the Mystic Spirit Pavilion. I need to go."

Lin Yiren nodded slightly and sat up, the quilt sliding to reveal her alabaster shoulders, smooth and beautiful as jade. Seemingly unaware of anything else, her voice was filled only with concern as she urged, "Be careful."

Xu Wendong wasted no time, rushing towards his destination. Upon reaching the Mystic Spirit Pavilion, the acrid, overwhelming scent of blood assaulted his senses.

Looking up, he saw Li Changfu lying on the ground, his face ashen and drained of color. His breathing was faint, like a flickering flame about to be extinguished, indicating he was perilously close to death.

His tattered robes were soaked in blood, revealing gruesome wounds where dark, viscous blood oozed continuously—a clear sign of severe poisoning, leaving his condition dire.

Beside him, Zhang Nian paced frantically, her hair dishevelled and sweat beading on her forehead.

Seeing Xu Wendong arrive, she rushed towards him, exclaiming anxiously, "Master, you're finally here! Senior Li suddenly burst in like this, and I didn't know what to do!"

Maintaining a calm and steady presence, like an unmovable mountain, Xu Wendong raised a hand, signaling her to remain calm.

He quickly knelt, his long, sculpted fingers reaching out to feel Li Changfu’s pulse. He held his breath, concentrating with intense focus.

After a moment, his brows drew together deeply, forming a chasm on his forehead, heavy with concentration.

The poison was incredibly potent, clinging tenaciously like parasites to decay, deeply entrenched within Li Changfu’s core. Without immediate intervention, the man would surely perish.

Without a second thought, Xu Wendong swiftly retrieved several prized elixirs from his storage ring. With practiced skill, he crushed them and carefully applied the resultant paste to the gruesome wounds.

He then began to channel the abundant True Qi flowing within him, slowly infusing it into Li Changfu’s body, working to expel the venom.

As Xu Wendong’s True Qi continuously flowed into him, the deathly pallor of Li Changfu’s face gradually began to recede, replaced by a returning hue, as if lifeless winter branches were suddenly kissed by the breath of spring, slowly coming back to life.

Upon managing to pry his eyes open, the sight of Xu Wendong immediately brought a surge of profound gratitude. He weakly articulated, "Thank you, senior, for delivering me from death!"

Xu Wendong observed him, unable to suppress his curiosity. "You possess a cultivation of the Golden Core Middle Stage, a truly rare sight in Qingyuan. Who could have possibly inflicted such severe injuries upon you?"

With immense effort, each word a struggle against the brink of death, Li Changfu managed to reveal, "It was... a malevolent faction known as the Blood Sect."

"For many years, the Blood Sect has been secretly established within the Qingyuan Cultivation Realm. Their methods are exceptionally brutal, and their presence remains elusive. Not even the renowned Master Wudao has been able to uncover the location of their stronghold."

As he spoke, a violent coughing fit seized him, blood seeping from the corners of his lips. It was evident that his internal injuries were grave, causing him excruciating agony.

Xu Wendong's expression grew increasingly grim, his gaze sharp like the piercing stars of the night, radiating a chilling coldness and a potent murderous intent.

He had never conceived that this ostensibly tranquil Qingyuan Cultivation Realm concealed such a hidden danger, a threat that, if left unchecked, would undoubtedly blossom into future peril.

"Esteemed Mr. Li, please rest and recuperate. Recount the events in as much detail as you can, omitting nothing. It is imperative that we apprehend the mastermind orchestrating these actions." Xu Wendong's voice resonated, deep and resolute, akin to the authoritative chime of a mighty bell.

Li Changfu, drawing ragged breaths, and after regaining a semblance of calm, continued his account. "Last night, I received intelligence regarding the potential emergence of an Exotic Treasure on a desolate mountain just outside the city."

"Consequently, I decided to investigate alone... However, upon venturing into the valley's depths, and without finding any sign of the treasure, I was ambushed by a group clad in black robes."

"Each of them wielded formidable cultivation and sinister techniques, guided by an exceptionally powerful individual. Despite my desperate resistance, one person fighting against so many is an overwhelming odds..."

Li Changfu recounted with great difficulty, "Their cultivation techniques were most peculiar, their attacks exuding a noxious stench that seemed to corrode spiritual power... This deadly poison afflicting me, it is a manifestation of their methods. Had I not fought with sheer desperation to escape, my life would have been forfeit."

Xu Wendong nodded thoughtfully, murmuring, "We must devise a strategy to draw them out and capture them in a single sweep, thus eradicating future troubles." A cold, decisive glint flashed within his eyes as he resolved this course of action.