Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1730 - 1727: Bullying the Weak

Before long, the aroma of breakfast filled the entire house.

Lin Yiren served an array of delicate foods: golden fried eggs, crispy bacon, soft and glutinous rice porridge, and colorful fruit salad.

Each dish was placed with such exquisite care that they whetted the appetite at a glance.

The three sat around the dining table, sunlight streaming through the window onto them, painting a picture of utmost warmth.

During the meal, Liu Shimei suddenly remembered something. She picked up a piece of fruit and fed it to Xu Wendong, her eyes playful: "Wendong, try this, is it sweet?"

Xu Wendong opened his mouth to take a bite, a little juice splashing out. He nodded with a smile, "Sweet, just like you."

Liu Shimei’s cheeks turned crimson, and she gave him a coquettish glance.

Lin Yiren watched from the side, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes full of acceptance and endearment: "You two, stop showing off your love in front of me."

Though she said so, her tone bore not a trace of real reproach.

The breakfast was eaten in a heartwarming and pleasant atmosphere.

The air between the three was devoid of last night’s and this morning’s frenzy and heat, but there was a warmth between them that comes from enduring together.

Just as they were in this joyful moment.

Xu Wendong’s phone rang abruptly, shattering the tranquility within the room.

He pulled out the phone to see Zhang Nian’s name on the caller ID; as soon as he answered, Zhang Nian’s terrified cries for help came through: "Master, save me! Someone wants to kill me!"

The voice trembled fearfully, like a lamb being chased by a fierce wolf, panicked and helpless, touched with endless despair.

Liu Shimei also heard her daughter’s voice, her face turning pale as wax, eyes filled with unmistakable fear and anxiety.

Xu Wendong’s expression changed suddenly; he didn’t expect Zhang Nian to encounter trouble, which seemed incredible to him.

After all.

The three words Mystic Spirit Pavilion are imbued with mysterious Daoist charm, and anyone harboring ill intentions would suffer soul attacks upon seeing them.

Logically speaking.

As long as Zhang Nian stays obediently in Mystic Spirit Pavilion, no one under heaven could threaten her life.

Without much thought, Xu Wendong quickly asked: "Where are you?"

Zhang Nian trembled as she said: "I’m at Li’s Buns Shop in the back street!"

"Alright, I know, I’ll be right over!" Knowing Zhang Nian was not in Mystic Spirit Pavilion, Xu Wendong also realized why she was attacked.

"Wendong, you must save my daughter, if anything happens to her, I don’t know how I’ll live!" Liu Shimei’s eyes were filled with panic and helplessness.

"Sister Shimei, don’t worry, I’ll definitely bring Nian Nian back unharmed." Xu Wendong seriously replied, taking a deep breath, then departed the villa like a phantom.

Xu Wendong used the divine skill of Shrinking Ground, rushing toward the back street like a blast of wind.

Along the way, he pondered inwardly who could be so bold to dare strike against Zhang Nian.

Moreover.

Though Zhang Nian had just solidified her pill, she possessed a very rare Chaos Cold Ice Body. With her current strength, she could easily deal with even Golden Core Stage Peak experts.

And Qingyuan City Cultivation World didn’t have such level of experts.

There was no doubt.

The opponent was likely not from Qingyuan Cultivation Realm!

Soon.

Xu Wendong arrived at Li’s Buns Shop.

He concealed his presence, quietly approached, only to find a group of cultivators clad in white robes surrounding the shop tightly.

Looking around, there were more than a dozen of them.

They wore uniform outfits, and even the weakest cultivation level had reached Golden Core Stage Peak.

Each had stern eyes radiating chilling intent, and the blades in their hands flickered coldly, evidently with ill intentions.

Meanwhile, Zhang Nian was curled up in a corner of the shop, her clothes disheveled, hair untied, face full of fear and despair, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered after being wounded.

"Master, save me!" Zhang Nian saw Xu Wendong, as if grasping the last straw of salvation, eyes glinting with excitement.

Xu Wendong’s gaze turned ice-cold, as if he had transformed, his body exuding an intense killing intent, stepping resolutely into the crowd, speaking in a cold voice: "Why do you inflict such harm on a young lady?"

The voice squeezed through clenched teeth, low yet filled with menace, echoing in the noisy back street, like Nine Netherworlds’ thundering, drawing onlookers’ attention.

The leader was a white-haired old man, his body hunched yet exuding an aura of enigma, like an ancient pine steeped in ages, roots gnarled and hidden complexities.

The silver hair scattered freely, swaying gently in the wind, like winter frost flowers, radiating a chilling coldness.

The wrinkles on his face carved by time, each seemingly hiding untold stories, deep-set eyes beneath.

His murky eyes occasionally sparkled with sharp brilliance, like ghastly flames flickering in the dark, hard to fathom.

He wore a dark gray long robe, its hem swayed gently with the wind, embroidering extraordinary runes that subtly wriggled, emitting a mysterious and oppressive aura.

Just one look brings a strong sense of oppression!

This person’s strength is great, having reached the Emergence Stage realm, such experts are rare in the world!

The old man slightly raised his chin, casting a gaze that seemed to see through everything at Xu Wendong, then smirked: "Unexpectedly, another cultivator appeared, but your cultivation level is too weak, the old man is not interested!"

His voice was hoarse and deep, tinged with disdain and mockery.

Immediately.

The old man’s sharp eyes suddenly shifted, staring directly at the cowering Zhang Nian in the corner.

His eyes filled with greed and malice, as if Zhang Nian was already in his grasp.

Dragging his hoarse, somber voice, he spoke slowly, each word piercing like ice blades: "Little girl, do you know why we’re here today?"

"Hand over your soul-blood obediently, and you can avoid flesh-bound torture, otherwise, don’t blame the old man for being ruthless and taking your life!"

Zhang Nian’s face instantly turned ashen as paper, fear growing stronger in her eyes, like a helpless lamb cornered by a hungry wolf.

Zhang Nian shook her head desperately, tears uncontrollably streaming down, cascading down her cheeks, her voice trembled fiercely, close to choking: "No, I can’t give it up, if I give my soul-blood, I’ll die..."

Xu Wendong furrowed his brows too, eyes revealing chilling killing intent: "Forcing someone to give up their soul-blood, you are truly bullying others relying on force!"

As a cultivator, he knew well that once one’s soul-blood is handed over to another, it’s equivalent to signing a soul contract, with one thought from the other, they could erase them!

"Bullying with force?" The old man laughed, face full of disdain: "So what if I’m bullying with force? Do you know our origins?"