Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1707 - 1704: Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole

With a soft sigh, Li Changfu's voice carried a profound sense of helplessness and longing. "To draw out the members of the Blood Sect is a task as daunting as ascending to the heavens!"

"If my recollection serves me right, five years prior, the provincial Cultivator Association marshaled a considerable force of experts, aiming to lure out the Blood Sect."

"To achieve this objective, they even offered two exceedingly rare Thousand-Year Treasure Medicines, alongside a formidable Superior Grade Spiritual Weapon as enticements. Nevertheless, the Blood Sect remained entirely unmoved, their refusal to take the bait resulting in the complete failure of the extermination initiative."

Upon hearing this account, Xu Wendong's brow lifted subtly, a flicker of bewilderment in his eyes as he inquired, "What precisely is this Cultivator Association?"

Li Changfu regarded Xu Wendong with surprise, clearly not anticipating such a fundamental question. After a brief pause, he commenced his explanation, "The Cultivator Association is an authoritative body established by the government, vested with the responsibility of overseeing all cultivators within the realm. It occupies a crucial position in the cultivation world."

A thoughtful nod followed from Xu Wendong. He then pressed on, "Following that unsuccessful attempt at retribution, did the Cultivator Association entirely abandon the endeavor to eradicate the Blood Sect?"

Li Changfu emitted another heavy sigh, the burden of helplessness etched deeper upon his brow, a clear indication of his resentment towards the experts within that particular department.

Noticing this, Xu Wendong gently placed a hand on his shoulder. A confident smile played on his lips as he declared, "Although the Cultivator Association retreated in failure, unable to entice the Blood Sect, should I step forth today, I shall undoubtedly draw them out and annihilate them, thereby restoring tranquility to the Qingyuan Cultivation Realm."

Internally, he was aware of the abundance of treasures within his Storage Bag.

While he might not possess the commonly recognized rare artifacts of the external world – Superior Grade Spiritual Weapons – he had an ample supply of even rarer, higher-tier Immortal Artifacts and Divine Artifacts.

He held a firm conviction that merely a casual display of these items would ignite a maelstrom throughout the entire cultivation world, drawing countless eyes.

With this notion in mind, he shifted his gaze back to Li Changfu and stated with unwavering resolve, "Proceed to contact those rogue cultivators from yesterday and instruct them to assemble at the Mystic Spirit Pavilion with utmost haste."

In reality, given Xu Wendong's current prowess, confronting the Blood Sect single-handedly posed no significant challenge, and he required no external assistance whatsoever.

However, having traversed the path of cultivation for an extended period, he grasped the inherent harshness of the cultivation world.

For a cultivator to truly flourish and attain greatness, the ceaseless tempering of their spirit is an indispensable requirement.

It is only through recurrent life-and-death struggles, through brutal slaughter, that one's spirit, akin to hardened steel, can become increasingly resilient, enabling continuous progress along the arduous and protracted journey of cultivation, ultimately reaching its apex.

Li Changfu promptly initiated contact with the rogue cultivators from the previous day, imploring their swift arrival at the Mystic Spirit Pavilion.

Once the assembly was complete, Xu Wendong surveyed the gathered individuals with a steely gaze, articulating in a somber tone, "Esteemed friends, the Qingyuan Cultivation Realm is presently plagued by the Blood Sect, a veritable malignant tumor. Brother Li Changfu stands as one of its unfortunate victims. If this affliction is not purged, none of us shall know days of peace in the times to come."

"Today, I intend to orchestrate a stratagem to ensnare the Blood Sect, and in conjunction with all of you, eradicate this menace. What are your thoughts on this endeavor?"

Upon hearing his words,

a collective gasp echoed through the crowd, their faces contorted in expressions of sheer terror.

They were acutely aware of the Blood Sect's savage reputation and their enigmatic nature; even the Cultivator Association, armed with such a formidable contingent and enticing bait, had retreated in disarray five years ago.

Now, to rely solely on Xu Wendong and these disparate rogue cultivators in a bid to challenge the Blood Sect was undeniably akin to shattering a stone with a mere egg – how could they not be consumed by fear?

Despite Xu Wendong's feat of defeating Master Wudao, a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, five years prior, the Cultivator Association had themselves deployed two experts of the Nascent Soul Stage!

For a moment, the assembly erupted into a cacophony of hushed discussions, anxiety and apprehension spreading like insidious shadows.

One individual voiced their hesitation with a trembling tone, "Esteemed Mr. Xu, if even the Cultivator Association proved incapable of dealing with the Blood Sect, can we truly succeed?" The words dripped with a palpable lack of confidence and profound worry.

Another, casting furtive glances around, seemed to be seeking an escape route, their feet subtly shifting position as if to facilitate a quick departure.

Xu Wendong observed everyone's reactions, his expression unchanging, his gaze piercingly sharp as he spoke slowly: "Everyone, I understand your worries. However, as long as the Blood Sect is not eradicated, the Qingyuan Cultivation Realm will never find lasting peace."

"Since I stand here today, I possess absolute confidence."

"I have a treasure that the Blood Sect cannot possibly resist, one that will undoubtedly lure them out. All you need to do is act according to my commands at the critical moment, and with our combined strengths, we are sure to prevail."

The crowd exchanged glances, their hesitation still evident. Yet, witnessing Xu Wendong's resolute and assured demeanor, and recalling the Blood Sect's frequent transgressions, they realized that inaction would only lead to them becoming their next victims.

Finally, someone clenched their jaw, stepped forward, and declared: "Mr. Xu, since you speak with such conviction, I am willing to follow you and fight to the very end!"

With this individual taking the lead, the remaining rogue cultivators gradually let go of their reservations. Though perhaps not entirely enthusiastic, they still nodded one by one, signifying their agreement to follow orders.

Seeing their consensus, Xu Wendong gave a slight nod, his stern expression softening slightly as he stated in a low voice: "Very well, in that case, let us proceed to Wolong Mountain to set our ambush."

"Wolong Mountain's terrain is perilous and its Spiritual Power is abundant, which will allow us to conceal our presence and exploit the mountain's features to establish a formation that will catch them completely off guard."

Without any further delay, Xu Wendong guided the assembled group swiftly towards a secluded mountain known as Wolong Mountain.

This mountain was rugged, with peaks layered upon peaks, often veiled in mist, appearing almost as if detached from the mortal realm—truly an ideal location for an ambush.

Xu Wendong's figure moved like a bolt of dark lightning, rapidly ascending to the summit of Wolong Mountain.

Perched high above, his gaze swept across the surroundings with acuity, meticulously identifying an open area where Spiritual Power converged, a perfect spot for their plan.

Then, with a flourish of his sleeve, as if stirring the skies themselves, he produced gleaming Spirit Stones from his Storage Ring. His expression was cold and intensely focused as he commenced the setup of the formation.

His hands moved with astonishing agility, his True Qi surging from his fingertips like tempestuous waves, or like an agile Flood Dragon, roaring and racing forth.

Spell after spell flowed from his hands, resembling shooting stars chasing the moon, yet far swifter and more brilliant than any celestial body, striking the ground with unerring accuracy.

Each spell that impacted the earth seemed to awaken a colossal beast that had slumbered for millennia, causing the very ground to subtly tremble in response.

As more spells were continuously infused, a marvel began to materialize on the ground below.

Ethereal runes, as if dredged from the depths of the Nine Nether Abyss, emerged from the earth, emitting strange hues of azure, crimson gold, and emerald green. They intertwined and weaved together, forming a tapestry that seemed to lead to an otherworldly dimension.

Gradually, a profound and formidable formation materialized before their astonished eyes.

This formation held an unfathomable depth, akin to a miniature universe, concealing immense and mysterious energies within.

Once activated, it would unleash its power like a temporal prison, ensnaring any unfortunate enemy within its confines.

Regardless of their formidable divine abilities, escaping would prove impossible, leaving them to struggle futilely against the formation's overwhelming might!