Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 2065 - 2162: You’re Really Noisy (4th Update)

"Hold on, the door will open soon." Di Deijin's voice emanated from within the Jinxian Pavilion.

The door was indeed on the verge of opening, as Su Chen's arrival was imminent. Was the door not opening *for* Su Chen?

Hearing his daughter's voice, Di Jie's expression considerably improved. His greatest fear was his daughter's unseen whereabouts. As long as she remained within the room and hadn't vanished, all was well.

"My son-in-law, perhaps Fei Jin hasn't finished her makeup yet, please grant us a little more time," Di Jie pleaded with Hu Zong, his voice laced with supplication.

Hu Zong nodded, his own expression softening somewhat.

In the Martial World, a wedding procession does not simply smash down the door.

Instead, the groom must overcome three trials and await the bride's side to open the door willingly.

Thus, despite his impatience, he was compelled to wait. Waiting for Di Deijin to open the door of her own accord.

"Don't be overly anxious," Yang Su chimed in, offering words of reassurance. "No matter how fair she is, she is merely the daughter of a minor family, not even ranking among the Ninth Rank Powers. It is her great fortune to marry you—nothing can possibly go awry. She simply wishes to perfect her makeup, ensuring she leaves you with an impeccable impression."

"Thank you." Hu Zong felt a measure of relief. Indeed! Marrying Di Deijin was an honor for her. How could she possibly refuse? She was merely overly concerned about today's wedding, desiring flawless makeup as a reflection of her profound regard for both him and this momentous occasion!

The thought of Di Deijin, already breathtakingly beautiful, meticulously applying makeup—Hu Zong could scarcely fathom the extent of her splendor!

He was filled with immense anticipation.

He was confident that when the door finally opened, everyone present—be it himself, Xue Xue, Li Chui, or Miss Yang—would be utterly captivated, unable to tear their eyes away from Di Deijin's resplendent beauty.

At this precise moment.

As Hu Zong and the others waited with practiced patience.

High above the Imperial Realm.

A peculiar figure stood within a Void Rift, a sinister grin twisting their features into a cruel smile.

"The Imperial Family is bestowing a daughter in marriage? Hehe... How fascinating. What should have been a joyous celebration is poised to transform into a grand funeral, isn't it?" The figure mused aloud, "Calculating the timing, the Yu Family's reinforcements should be arriving shortly!"

"Truly something to anticipate!" The figure licked their lips, an aura of extreme bloodlust emanating from them.

Time flowed onward.

Swiftly.

A full hundred breaths elapsed.

Hu Zong's expression once again took on a troubled cast.

The door to the Jinxian Pavilion remained resolutely shut?!

Damnation.

His capacity for patience was rapidly diminishing.

Di Jie, too, was consumed by anxiety, his hands clenched into fists, muttering urgencies, "Fei Jin, open the door! Your groom awaits outside!"

The entirety of the Di Family was gripped by a tense silence. Why had their young lady not yet opened the door?

Hadn't the makeup been prepared in advance?

To make Hu Zong and the others wait outside for a full hundred breaths—had the young lady lost her senses?

Di Xu and Di Liu were so petrified they were on the verge of collapse.

"Fei Jin, please open the door," Hu Zong implored, taking a deep breath and forcing a measure of calm into his tone.

The instant he uttered these words.

Suddenly.

"She is not opening the door because the person she awaits is me."

An ill-timed voice, defying the solemnity of the occasion, suddenly resounded.

The origin of the voice advanced deliberately from behind the assembled crowd.

It was none other than Su Chen.

Di Jie was the first to whirl around, his face contorting in shock!!! His entire visage convulsed, twitching uncontrollably. Trembling, he pointed a finger at Su Chen, utterly incapable of coherent speech, as if an apparition had materialized. "Su... Su... Su Chen?"

He was still alive?

That detestable wretch, who rightfully should have met his demise countless eons ago, was still breathing?

And he had the audacity to appear here?

Hu Zong and the others also turned, their gazes fixing intently upon Su Chen.

At this juncture, the entire Di Family, numbering in the millions, had their eyes locked onto Su Chen, unmoving.

Every single person was... dumbfounded.

"Fei Jin, I have arrived; open the door." Then, as if oblivious to the multitude of gazes fixed upon him, Su Chen lifted his head, directing his attention towards the entrance of the Jinxian Pavilion, and spoke.

"Mm." And what plunged everyone's Divine Souls into an abyss of disbelief was... was... Di Deijin's actual response, a soft "Mm."

Not only that.

Moments later.

*Creak.*

The door...

The doors of the Jinxian Pavilion were, in fact, opened.

Su Chen had requested Di Deijin to open the doors, and she had genuinely... truly opened them, as if in a dreamscape.

By now, even the densest mind could grasp the truth!!!

From the very outset, Di Deijin's refusal to open the door stemmed from her waiting for Su Chen. Her doors opened exclusively for him!

As for Hu Zong, his so-called marriage proposal was nothing short of a farce, wasn't it? He was merely a pawn, a complete and utter fool!

The door swung open.

An ethereally beautiful figure materialized from within.

A visage of unparalleled, flawless beauty was captured in every onlooker's gaze.

Her loveliness was utterly breathtaking.

Every aspect, from her countenance and skin to her bearing and flowing hair, exuded perfection.

Most striking was her aura—a dignified coldness, an ethereal grace that felt like a dream, a presence akin to an immortal!

Even Yang Su found herself momentarily entranced, pondering whether the beauty of her own lady, Nan Yunyi, surpassed the Di Deijin standing before her. It seemed, astonishingly, that Di Deijin held a slight edge in sheer beauty!

Could there truly be any woman in existence more radiant than her lady Nan Yunyi?

It was then she comprehended the depth of Hu Zong’s infatuation, how he seemed to have lost his very soul, and why he, despite the Di family's apparent weaknesses, was so resolute in his desire to marry Di Deijin.

Merely with her looks and presence, even as a woman, Yang Su felt captivated.

The confounding issue, however, was that Di Deijin... actually... actually had a beloved? All this time, she had merely been toying with Hu Zong!

In that precise instant.

Hu Zong's eyes shifted, taking on a shocking hue of purple and blood-red.

His stare was now filled with nothing but lethal intent, a dark qi, and the palpable chill of impending doom.

Having lived for millennia, Hu Zong had never before experienced such profound fury.

His mind felt like it was contorting, on the verge of implosion.

He struggled to articulate the sheer intensity of his rage.

The woman he adored had a secret lover? And he, like a complete imbecile, had arrived to propose marriage—how utterly absurd, how undeniably comical!

He had poured immense effort into acquiring a Soul-Locking Pill, employing both coercion and charm to have Di Jie orchestrate a scheme to administer it to Di Deijin. Each step had been meticulously executed and successful.

How could he possibly falter at the precipice, at the very final moment of his proposal?

He had been on the verge of heavenly bliss, only to plummet into the abyss with a single misstep.

He refused to accept this outcome.

He remained unconvinced.

Aaaaahhhh....

His primal urge was to exterminate! To kill!! To annihilate!!!

"Hahaha... hahahahaha... hahahahahaha..." Abruptly, Hu Zong erupted into laughter, a chilling sound where the killing intent seemed to solidify within his voice.

It was laughter born from unbearable anger.

Yet.

None could have anticipated...

Before Hu Zong's laughter even subsided, Su Chen let out a sigh, his brow furrowing in clear irritation.

The clamor was proving to be an annoyance.

"Could you keep it down a bit? It’s quite loud," Su Chen stated with a calm demeanor.

The instant these words left his lips.

A deathly silence descended once more upon the entire Imperial Realm.

Utter madness.

Su... Su... Su Chen had truly lost his mind!

To disrupt the wedding ceremony of the Young Master of the Hu Family, a Ninth Rank Power from the Grand Cosmos World!? Such audacity defied all comprehension. It was a hundred thousand times more insane than Su Chen’s solo challenge against the entire younger generation of the Di Family!

Furthermore, at this very moment, with Hu Zong—the groom whose ceremony was ruined, who had been thoroughly humiliated and made a mockery of, and was now consumed by uncontrollable rage—Su... Su... Su Chen had the nerve to provoke him? Irritated by his boisterous laughter? Suggesting he wasn't quiet enough?

Merciful heavens!

Was Su Chen completely detached from reality?

Hu Zong was the esteemed Young Master of the Hu Family, a formidable Ninth Rank Power within the Grand Cosmos World! The Hu family's might dwartled the Di family’s by a factor of one hundred!!!

Moreover, Hu Zong himself stood within the Divine Lord Realm! The legendary Divine Lord Realm!

To compound matters, by Hu Zong’s side stood two formidable cultivators at the Second Level of the Divine Lord Realm, and one at the Fourth Level!

In this tense atmosphere, every member of the Di family was utterly convinced that Su Chen's fate would transcend mere death. He might endure unimaginable torments, fates far worse than death itself, across the myriad heavens and worlds. Perhaps, very soon, the simple release of death would become an unattainable luxury for Su Chen.

They had witnessed individuals seeking their own demise, but never with such resolute determination as this, this, this individual.

Su Chen had redefined the Di family members' understanding of madness, arrogance, recklessness, and sheer audacity!

"Guess, what will be your end?" Hu Zong's fleeting smile vanished as he slowly lifted his head, his unnerving purple-red eyes fixated upon Su Chen. Hu Zong's voice, raspy and guttural like a dying beast, carried a venomous resentment, his lips curling in a toxic grimace that was profoundly eerie.

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