Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1760 - 1757: There Is More to the Story

In just a moment, the doors of that mountain building slowly shook, and the Third Elder Su Xinghe half-dragged, half-pulled Ye Qiu as he appeared.

Ye Qiu’s face was as pale as paper, every step she took felt like she was stepping on cotton, soft and powerless; it wasn’t hard to imagine what kind of torment she had suffered during this time.

Xu Wendong caught sight of Ye Qiu’s miserable state at a glance; his pupils shrank abruptly, and in that instant two blazing flames of fury ignited in his eyes.

The light of the Seven Extremes Formation surrounding him seemed to be ignited by this rage as well, starting to flicker and distort violently, and a chilling aura of destruction spread out from him like a surging tide, sweeping in all directions.

His figure blurred, like a streak of black lightning tearing through the sky, and in the blink of an eye he had already closed in on Su Xinghe.

Xu Wendong raised his right hand high, and in the center of his palm, a mass of dense black energy rapidly condensed.

That energy was like a miniature black hole, constantly devouring the surrounding light, faintly carrying the posture of sweeping all things in the world into it and grinding them completely to dust.

Su Xinghe lifted his eyes and met that gaze that was enough to make a Soul tremble; his legs instantly went as soft as rotten mud, his knees buckled, and he almost collapsed to the ground on the spot.

His face was so white it was nearly transparent, cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall, and he stammered frantically, half-rolling, half-crawling as he shouted, "Wait! Stop, wait!"

"There’s more to this than it seems!"

"I forced Ye Qiu to Dual Cultivate with me entirely under the orders of Shangguan Hong of the Cultivator Association!"

"He promised that as long as I did as he said, not only would he help me break through my current Realm bottleneck, he would also grant me supreme status in the entire Cultivation World!"

Xu Wendong’s attack, which was about to be unleashed, seemed as if it was suddenly gripped by an invisible giant hand, forcibly halted in midair.

His eyes gleamed with a chilling cold light. "Is what you’re saying true? If you dare deceive me, I will make your Soul scatter, never to reincarnate, forever fall into Avici Hell!"

Su Xinghe nodded his head again and again, his neck like a wind-up puppet, bobbing so fast it was almost a blur. "Every word is true! Not a single lie!"

"Shangguan Hong noticed long ago that Ye Qiu’s relationship with you was anything but ordinary. As long as he controlled Ye Qiu, he could get a firm hold on you."

"Then, by joining forces with the power of the Xuanyin Sect, he would be able to exterminate you in one fell swoop."

"He has feared your strength for a long time, always worrying that you would threaten his lofty status in the Cultivator Association."

As these words fell, it was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves a thousand layers high.

The strong experts who had just been kneeling and begging for mercy all jerked their heads up as if struck by lightning, their faces filled with shock and rage.

Xuanxiao’s face flushed purple with anger, nearly twisted out of shape. He had never imagined that he, the dignified Sect Leader of the Xuanyin Sect, had actually been treated as a mere chess piece to be moved around at will by the Cultivator Association.

"Shangguan Hong! You despicable cur! How dare you scheme against my Xuanyin Sect like this!" he roared at the top of his lungs, his voice full of fury and unwillingness, echoing again and again through the valley.

Though all Sects in the mundane world were subject to the restraints of the Cultivator Association, that didn’t mean Xuanxiao feared Shangguan Hong. In terms of strength, he could crush the man with one hand.

Xu Wendong’s expression grew darker and darker, like the night sky before a storm, so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.

He had felt earlier that, as the Xuanyin Sect’s Third Elder, Su Xinghe shouldn’t have set his sights on an ordinary woman just to Dual Cultivate.

Now.

The doubts in his mind were resolved.

With that thought, Xu Wendong withdrew his attack, and the black energy around his body gradually dissipated. His gaze was as sharp as a blade as he swept it coldly over the crowd. "Since that’s the case, this matter has nothing more to do with the Xuanyin Sect."

"But Shangguan Hong—this debt, I will definitely settle with him!" With that, he turned and strode toward Ye Qiu with steady steps, gently helping her up. His eyes were filled with concern and heartache. "I’m sorry I let you suffer."

Ye Qiu weakly shook her head, the corners of her mouth tugging up into a faint smile. "I’m fine."

She was grateful Xu Wendong had arrived in time; otherwise, she would definitely have been defiled by Su Xinghe!

Looking at Ye Qiu, the guilt and pain in Xu Wendong’s heart surged like a tide.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze like an icy blade stabbing straight toward Su Xinghe. His eyes were utterly calm, like a bottomless, freezing abyss, devoid of any emotion. "Tell Shangguan Hong that three days from now, I will go to the Cultivator Association to take his life!"

When his words landed, they were like a heavy hammer pounding into everyone’s hearts, making even the air tremble slightly.

As he finished speaking, a Flying Sword of dazzling cold light condensed instantly beneath his feet. The blade was slender, radiating a biting aura.

His movements were gentle yet decisive as he wrapped one arm firmly around Ye Qiu’s slender waist. The protective posture fully displayed how much he cherished her.

With the sound of fluttering robes, the two of them stood steadily on the Flying Sword. Then, like a startling swan that tore through the night sky, they vanished from everyone’s sight in an instant, leaving only a fading afterimage in the night, as if silently proclaiming that what had just happened was no dream.

After Xu Wendong and Ye Qiu left, the Xuanyin Sect’s territory seemed to have its mute button pressed, becoming terrifyingly quiet.

Everyone stood there as though under an immobilization spell, staring blankly in the direction the two had gone. Xu Wendong’s icy, resolute words echoed again and again in their minds, and the shock in their hearts surged like a raging tide, refusing to subside for a long time.

Though the strength Xu Wendong had displayed was enough to chill the soul, the influence of the Cultivator Association in the entire Cultivation World was second to none, like a towering giant whose majesty could not be offended.

For a long time now, no one had ever dared to lightly provoke the dignity of the Cultivator Association, let alone someone like Xu Wendong, who openly declared that in three days he would go to take the life of one of its core figures, Shangguan Hong.

After a brief dead silence, someone in the crowd finally spoke up softly. Though quiet, his voice was especially clear in this stillness. "Xu Wendong’s strength is indeed terrifying, but the Cultivator Association’s foundations are extremely deep and impossible to fathom. If he really dares to go, I fear he’ll never return!"

The speaker’s brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with worry and fear.

"That’s right!" another person immediately chimed in, his tone carrying a slight tremor. "It’s not just that the Cultivator Association has terrifying foundations, it also has official backing behind it. Calling it a state apparatus wouldn’t be an exaggeration. For Xu Wendong to go like this is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—seeking death!"

The crowd nodded one after another, their expressions a mix of fear and helplessness.

However, there were also those who held a different view.

An old man in a grey robe stroked his beard and said slowly, "I don’t deny the Cultivator Association’s might, but Xu Wendong is no ordinary man either! He’s like a mass of fog—impossible to grasp."

"Exactly!" A young Cultivator beside him took over, eyes shining with excitement. "Though he’s only at the Foundation Establishment Cultivation Level, his strength far surpasses that of ordinary Emergence Stage experts."

"Not only can he freely ride a Flying Sword, his attainments in Formations have already reached the pinnacle—unprecedented and unmatched."

"He has too many secrets on him. Who’s to say that, when facing the Cultivator Association, he doesn’t actually have the power to fight?"

When these words came out, everyone looked at each other, doubt in their eyes—but even more, there was expectation!