Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 2064 - 2161: Will Nothing Go Wrong? (Third Update)

Meanwhile.

Hu Zong and his entourage reached the second trial point.

A formidable Demon Beast stood in their path.

With gaping jaws and extended claws, it advanced.

It was a majestic Purple-scaled flood dragon.

Though merely a flood dragon, it carried the ancient dragon bloodline from primordial times, granting it immense power.

A fully grown Purple-scaled flood dragon could rival a Human Lord realm cultivator in strength.

Most critically, the defensive hide of the Purple-scaled flood dragon was legendarily robust.

Its entire body was encased in thick, solid purple-gold scales, a natural armor capable of withstanding forces many times its own.

The survival of the Purple-scaled flood dragons from antiquity to the present day was largely attributed to this unparalleled defense.

The defensive capabilities of their scales were so astonishing that, since ancient times, their hide had been a prime material for forging Treasure Armor for Martial Cultivators.

To subdue this very Purple-scaled flood dragon, Di Jie, along with three Grand Elders, ventured into the Void and spent no less than half a month. Even Di Ge sustained minor injuries before they finally managed to capture this adult specimen alive.

All for the sake of today's second marriage proposal challenge.

"Impressive," Hu Zong declared, his tone appreciative.

Di Jie's expression lit up with excitement, a faint flush on his cheeks.

"The second trial for the marriage proposal: beast decapitation," Hu Zong chuckled, his words carrying a playful amusement, and then...

To everyone's surprise, Hu Zong acted instantly.

He didn't draw a sword to cleave a mountain as he had in the first trial; instead, he casually raised his right hand, extended a single finger, and pointed towards the colossal Purple-scaled flood dragon, hundreds of meters away.

In response, a slender thread of brown-red Qi, as fine as a hair, shot forth. It moved silently, vanishing without a trace, appearing almost illusory.

But!

After an infinitesimally brief moment.

To everyone's astonishment.

The monstrous, mighty, ferocious, roaring, and menacing Purple-scaled flood dragon suddenly crashed to the ground!!!

As it fell, its head had already been severed from its body.

The cut at its neck was impossibly clean, as if made by the most precise cutting instrument imaginable.

A torrent of purple blood, thick and potent, sprayed into the air, carrying a strong, metallic scent.

Di Jie and the direct descendants of the Di family behind him froze, almost collapsing to their knees in sheer terror!

So overwhelmingly powerful.

Unthinkably strong.

Was this truly the might of the Divine Lord realm? It seemed beyond comprehension.

With a mere flick of his finger, perhaps using only one percent of his true power, Hu Zong had effortlessly obliterated the Purple-scaled flood dragon! Its demise was astonishing, but the truly terrifying aspect was how the supposedly impenetrable hide of the beast seemed as fragile as tofu before Hu Zong's might...

It wasn't that the Purple-scaled flood dragon's defense was a sham; it was that Hu Zong's strength was so impossibly, despairingly absolute!

Standing before Jinxian Pavilion, Di Liu and Di Xu leaned on each other, their mouths agape, their beautiful eyes filled with awe and a dreamlike wonder.

"A man should aspire to be like Hu Zong!" Di Xu declared, each word carrying profound weight.

"Previously, our perspective was so limited, like gazing at the sky from the bottom of a well," Di Liu whispered with a hint of bitterness.

What were Di Heng, Emperor's Roar, or any of the Di family's so-called prodigies? In comparison to Hu Zong, they were less than insignificant ants!

The second trial was now successfully completed.

Hu Zong, leading the dozens of young men participating in the marriage proposal, proceeded directly towards Jinxian Pavilion, as the customary third gate, guarded by the bridal escort, had been waived.

"Brother-in-law... Brother-in-law..." Di Xu and Di Liu stared, utterly speechless, at the man in the crimson robe among the procession of young men. Hu Zong was even more strikingly handsome than they had ever imagined.

In terms of martial prowess, their prospective brother-in-law had already driven countless Martial Cultivators to despair, and now, to find him so flawlessly perfect in appearance was almost unbelievable.

"Yes." Hu Zong acknowledged them with a brief glance at Di Xu and Di Liu, humming softly, but his expression remained indifferent. While these two women were pleasant-looking, in his eyes, they barely ranked as maids within the Hu family compound.

"Fei Jin, I have come to claim you," Hu Zong declared, taking a deep breath and fixing his gaze upon the entrance of Jinxian Pavilion, his voice tinged with palpable excitement.

Hu Zong was genuinely captivated by Empress Feijin.

It had been love at first sight.

And now, she was on the verge of becoming his wife, his woman. How could he possibly contain his exhilaration?

Xue Xue, along with Li Chui and the dozens of others flanking Hu Zong, harbored their own expectations. They were well aware of Hu Zong’s particular affection for women; he had many, all refined and exceptionally beautiful, yet none had ever compelled him to consider marriage. Especially since this Empress Feijin hailed from a family that barely registered as a Ninth Rank Power.

Under such circumstances, how could Hu Zong be so utterly consumed, so passionately ensnared by love?

The other party had to be of unparalleled, breathtaking beauty.

Yang Su's eyes, too, flickered with anticipation as she gazed towards the entrance of Jinxian Pavilion, awaiting its opening.

However.

A few moments later.

To the surprise of many, the door remained resolutely shut. Not a flicker of movement.

Di Jie's expression shifted dramatically.

Damn it!

Could something have gone awry?

In this Martial World, during a legitimate marriage proposal, the bride's side customarily opens the door after the groom successfully navigates the three trials. Now, Hu Zong and his entourage had cleared all hurdles, and Empress Feijin still refused to open the door. This... this was an outright rejection!

"Miss, open... open the door!" Di Xu pleaded, her voice strained with anxiety, bordering on a tremor.

"Feijin, you must open the door," Di Jie pleaded as well, his voice thick with growing fury, confusion, and impatience.

Inside Jinxian Pavilion.

Empress Feijin remained seated before her vanity, unmoved.

Her exquisitely beautiful face betrayed no hint of emotion.

Beside her rested the Iceflame Vermilion Bird.

"Su Chen, has he arrived?" Empress Feijin inquired.

"He has arrived and is already at the Front Mountain," the Iceflame Vermilion Bird responded.

"Indeed, the doors of Jinxian Pavilion will only yield to Empress Feijin's destined man," Empress Feijin declared, a subtle smile touching her lips. The door would open, but not yet; it would only swing open upon Su Chen's arrival.

Outside Jinxian Pavilion.

Hu Zong's countenance had soured considerably.

Internally, his rage simmered.

Empress Feijin's refusal to open the door was a clear rejection!

A rejection staged before such a notable assembly.

Damn it all.

How could he possibly salvage his dignity?

Inevitably, Hu Zong’s gaze fell upon Di Jie, his eyes radiating icy coldness and sharp accusation.

Old Di Jie, did you not assure me everything was meticulously arranged?

What is happening now?

Di Jie felt a chill course through him.

At this precise moment, he too was utterly bewildered.

Even though he had coerced his daughter into marrying Hu Zong, after she was deceptively given the Soul-Locking Pill, everything seemed set, and she appeared to have resigned herself to her fate. Truth be told, that very Soul-Locking Pill was delivered by a member of the Hu family at Hu Zong's behest. The entire scheme to trick his daughter into consuming it was meticulously devised by Hu Zong himself.

But now...

Could it be that his daughter's apparent acceptance was nothing but a charade?

Di Jie's face contorted, his heart churning with a gnawing anxiety.

Just as he was about to raise his voice once more, at that very moment...