Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1708 - 1705: You Clearly Just Want My Body

Gazing upon the incredibly mystical formation before them, the pupils of everyone present contracted violently, as if they had just encountered a ghost.

No one had anticipated that Xu Wendong could conjure such an arcane array with a mere flick of his fingers!

While the precise potency of this array remained unknown to them,

one aspect was abundantly clear.

The more formidable an array, the more brilliant the luminescence it emanates!

Therefore, the power of the formation now before them had to be terrifyingly immense!

In an instant, astonished exclamations erupted, and waves of admiration reverberated through the mountains like an incoming tide.

"Mr. Xu's breathtaking proficiency in formations is truly unparalleled and unheard of!" A young, impetuous loose cultivator could not stifle his profound shock, his gaze filled with utter awe and reverence!

An elder couldn't help but let out a sigh: "Within the cultivation world, formation masters have always been as scarce as phoenix feathers."

"Those celebrated, veteran experts, each time they meticulously construct a formation, it demands exhaustive exertion, consuming vast amounts of time and energy. And yet, even after such an ordeal, the resulting formation might fall short of achieving such miraculous and exquisite perfection."

"But Mr. Xu today has, with effortless grace, conjured this earth-shattering masterpiece, a technique so transcendent it leaves those so-called experts in the dust, truly beyond reach!"

Upon hearing this pronouncement, all nodded in fervent agreement, their eyes fixed on Xu Wendong, brimming with a respect and admiration that transcended mere trust in his strength, evolving into an almost fanatical reverence.

In this cultivation world where the mightiest reign supreme and strength dictates all, every extraordinary feat displayed by a powerful individual is magnanimously amplified by all, shining as brightly as the celestial stars.

Xu Wendong remained utterly composed, his demeanor as immutable as eternal frost, offering only a slight nod in acknowledgment of the overwhelming accolades.

To him, the construction of the formation before them was akin to child's play, a simple gesture of his hand!

He mused silently; while the present formation was sufficiently intricate, undoubtedly capable of ensnaring the Blood Sect, absolute certainty necessitated the inclusion of an additional "component."

With this thought, Xu Wendong swept his sleeve, and a dazzling light erupted from his palm, reminiscent of the dawn sun, piercing the surrounding gloom.

As everyone peered closer, they discerned it to be a top-grade immortal artifact sword!

The moment this immortal sword materialized, an immense, boundless pressure, as if capable of engulfing the very heavens and earth, surged forth like a tempestuous ocean current.

The intricate runes adorning the immortal sword blazed with luminescence, their dazzling light almost blinding, as if proclaiming an ancient and formidable might, honed across eons.

Each subtle pulse of the runes seemed to encapsulate the profound truths of the cosmos, mysterious and unfathomable, inducing a sensation of tumbling into an infinite stellar vortex, leaving one dizzy and disoriented.

A palpable wave of pressure washed over everyone, causing their souls to tremble and their legs to buckle, nearly compelling them to their knees in supplication.

The loose cultivators possessing weaker cultivation bases turned ashen, perspiration cascading down their bodies like rain, desperately clinging to their composure to avert public humiliation.

"This... could this truly be an immortal sword?"

The young, audacious loose cultivator's eyes widened, shock and sheer disbelief contorting his features, his voice now a hoarse rasp, trembling with overwhelming excitement: "I've heard tales that immortal swords are divine instruments birthed from the very essence of heaven and earth, their appearance invariably unleashing cataclysms within the cultivation world, prompting countless experts to bid fortunes and engage in fierce contention, even risking their very lives."

"It is indeed a profound blessing to witness Mr. Xu summon such a divine object today!"

An elder, deeply moved, found his aged eyes welling with tears of elation and profound awe, murmuring with quivering lips: "I have traversed the cultivation world for a lifetime, beholding a fair number of treasures, yet in comparison to this resplendent immortal sword, all others fade into insignificance, like mere fireflies before the radiant moon."

"Mr. Xu's prowess in wielding such an immortal sword, his intrinsic foundation and sheer strength, are truly immeasurable. To be allied with him is a fortune earned through the merits of past existences."

The collective exclamations and hushed discussions merged into a resonant symphony, echoing through the mountainous expanse for an extended duration.

Xu Wendong surveyed the scene, observing the palpable reactions of those around him, allowing a rare, faint smile to grace his normally stern countenance. His expression then hardened, and he addressed them in a resonant tone: "My esteemed companions, let not the brilliance of this immortal artifact ensnare your judgment."

"Despite its immense power, our present adversary is the formidable Blood Sect. Do not allow yourselves to be sidetracked by its allure."

With a gentle flick of his wrist.

The immortal sword, as if imbued with sentient will, gracefully ascended, hovering above the formation, its energies harmonizing with the arcane sigils etched below.

The crisscrossing beams of light appeared to forge a gateway to the Jiuyou Purgatory, poised to consume the Blood Sect members.

"Everyone, maintain absolute vigilance," Xu Wendong proclaimed, his sharp gaze sweeping over his followers. "The Blood Sect is known for its deceit and unpredictability. While our formation is intricate and seemingly impenetrable, not a shred of carelessness should be permitted."

"Following our agreed-upon strategy, employ your most effective concealment techniques and position yourselves discreetly and in an organized manner, leaving no trace of your presence."

"When the Blood Sect appears, remain composed and steady. Panic is forbidden. You will act only upon my command. Any deviation from this order will have severe repercussions!"

A unified response echoed, and without hesitation, they commenced their tasks, each employing their superior skills to merge with the surrounding forest like fleeting specters.

In a mere moment.

The mountaintop, moments ago abuzz with activity, fell into a profound silence, as if life itself had been extinguished. Only the formation, pulsing with ethereal, spectral light, remained, a stoic hunter patiently awaiting its quarry.

Xu Wendong's form dissolved, a streak of darkness like a bolt of black lightning, silently taking refuge behind an ancient pine tree alongside Zhang Nian.

His eyes, sharp enough to cut through the dense pine needles, fixed unswervingly on the path descending the mountain.

Concurrently, he subtly extended a thread of spiritual sense, dedicating his complete focus to monitoring all surroundings, ensuring not even the faintest rustle of leaves escaped his awareness.

"Master, your knowledge is astounding," Zhang Nian marveled, his gaze filled with awe. "From medicine and physiognomy to formations, you excel in all areas. Is there truly anything you cannot accomplish in this world?"

Xu Wendong pondered for a moment before retorting with a smile, "I cannot give birth!"

Zhang Nian's face flushed slightly. "Naturally, men cannot bear children. However, if you wish to have offspring, Master, I would gladly help you achieve that dream."

Xu Wendong nearly coughed up his ancient blood upon hearing this, retorting with a pout, "I can barely be bothered to call out your deceit. You merely wish to fulfill your own desires by craving my body!"