Immortal Doctor Expert in Urban

"Heh heh, Young Master Lin, you don't have the Martial Saint Heart Sutra. Surely your master does, right?" Wen Shichang asked with a smile.

Lin Fei quickly shook his head and said, "No, Mr. Wen, you're mistaken. Not only does my master not have the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, but probably none of the martial arts experts in Huaxia have ever seen it."

"Think about it, if my master did have the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, wouldn't he be the number one in martial arts, and how could you possibly seize it from him?"

Song Tang, Wen Shichang, and Ao Shen were momentarily stunned.

Why does Lin Fei's reasoning make so much sense?

Indeed, if the Martial Saint Heart Sutra were in Lin Zheng's hands, and he was cultivating it, wouldn't he be unbeatable?

How could they then obtain the Martial Saint Heart Sutra from Lin Zheng?

However, Song Tang suddenly thought of something and sneered, "Young Master Lin, we were almost convinced by your words. But you might not know that the Martial Saint Heart Sutra is the life's work of the ancient Martial Saint, Lin Qingyu, rich and profound."

"How could your master possibly comprehend it so quickly? If your master could cultivate the Martial Saint Heart Sutra so rapidly, would it truly be a Martial Arts Holy Scripture?"

"Indeed, Song Tang is right. How could the Martial Saint Heart Sutra be mastered so swiftly?"

"Young Master Lin, you'd better hand over the Martial Saint Heart Sutra!"

Wen Shichang and Ao Shen immediately echoed Song Tang, beginning to pressure Lin Fei into surrendering the Martial Saint Heart Sutra.

At this moment, they were no longer hiding their ambitions but instead openly revealing them.

"Three elders, I've said all I had to say. If you don't believe me, I have nothing more to say," Lin Fei replied.

Song Tang's eyes flashed coldly as he said, "Young Master Lin, since you refuse to hand over the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, we'll have to trouble you to come with us."

Lin Fei said, "Mr. Song, I'm not going anywhere. I just want to stay in Huadu as a doctor, healing and saving people."

"Heh heh, it's not up to you," Wen Shichang sneered, as his hand suddenly clawed towards Lin Fei's shoulder.

Leng Ying saw Wen Shichang's hand clawing towards Lin Fei's shoulder like it was gathering a ball of lightning, emitting a terrifying aura.

It was energy formed by the condensation of Martial King's Inner Qi.

With this claw, it might crush Lin Fei's shoulder bones.

He tried to warn, but Wen Shichang's speed was too fast, and he had already grabbed Lin Fei's left shoulder bone.

However, Lin Fei seemed oblivious, allowing Wen Shichang's hand to grip his left shoulder.

"Mr. Wen, why are you doing this?" Lin Fei raised his head, looking puzzled at Wen Shichang.

Wen Shichang laughed, "Sorry, Young Master Lin, the Martial Saint Heart Sutra is a crucial item for us to break through the bottleneck of martial arts. If you don't hand it over, we can't help but make you suffer a bit."

"Mr. Wen, didn't you say that the Martial Saint Heart Sutra is the life's work of the ancient Martial Saint, profound and vast, even my master couldn't master it? You probably can't either, right?" Lin Fei said earnestly.

"Shichang, stop wasting time with him. Since he refuses to hand over the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, dislocate his left shoulder first. Let him taste pain," Ao Shen said coldly.

Wen Shichang nodded at Ao Shen, then his eyes flashed sharply, and he gripped Lin Fei's left shoulder firmly, intending to dislocate it. However, Wen Shichang's hand, secretly infused with Martial King's Inner Strength, not only failed to dislocate Lin Fei's bones, but his fingers ached as if gripping steel.

With the strength of the second level Martial King, even steel could be crushed with one hand. Yet, he couldn't harm Lin Fei's shoulder bones at all.

How is this possible?

Wen Shichang was shocked beyond words.

Though Wen Shichang's fingers throbbed painfully, he couldn't dislocate Lin Fei's bones.

At this moment, Lin Fei cried out loud in pain, "Mr. Wen, please be gentle. My shoulder bone is about to break, ah!~~~"

Wen Shichang was stunned. He hadn't crushed Lin Fei's shoulder bones at all, so why did Lin Fei cry out?

Could it be he couldn't hurt Lin Fei's shoulder bones, and it was just a delusion?

With this thought, Wen Shichang gathered Martial King's strength in his grip and squeezed Lin Fei's shoulder bones again.

This time, Wen Shichang's expression changed visibly because his fingers no longer just ached faintly but felt a sharp, stabbing pain.

He was horrified, clearly squeezing Lin Fei's shoulder, yet feeling as if Lin Fei was crushing his fingers.

"Ah!~~~" Lin Fei screamed loudly, echoing through the living room and even heard outside the villa.

Just a few meters from Lin Fei's villa, on the third floor of another villa, at a bedroom's floor-to-ceiling glass, Squad Leader Xuan held a telescope, observing the happenings inside Lin Fei's villa.

Many windows in Lin Fei's villa's living room had curtains drawn, making it difficult to see clearly inside, but he found the best angle to observe.

This angle allowed him to see Lin Fei's back from sitting on the sofa.

And Wen Shichang's hand grasping his shoulder.

Hearing Lin Fei's cries coming from the villa's living room, Squad Leader Xuan's lips curved into a cold smile.

"This kid, though he killed Yue Ling, can't possibly match Wen Shichang and the three Martial Kings. Seems like Wen Shichang has lost patience and is forcing Lin Fei to hand over the Martial Saint Heart Sutra," Squad Leader Xuan remarked while observing through the telescope, addressing an expert from Hidden Kill beside him.

"Squad Leader Xuan, should we report this to Sect Leader Yue?" the Hidden Kill expert asked Squad Leader Xuan.

"No need. Sect Leader said the Martial Saint Heart Sutra wouldn't be in Lin Fei's possession. Our goal this time is to let Wen Shichang and the others force Lin Zheng out, leading them to a fight to the death," Squad Leader Xuan replied with a satisfied look.

At the same time, in another villa only a few meters from Lin Fei's villa, an elderly person with white hair and a solemn expression dressed in black Zhongshan suit, a gaze sharp as fire, stood at a window with a floor-to-ceiling glass.

"Elder Yun, this is Lin Fei's voice. It seems Wen Shichang and the others are already attacking him. Shouldn't we intervene?" a young man asked the elder.

"No, although the voice is indeed from Lin Fei, we agreed with Leng Ying that if Lin Fei's life were in danger, he would signal us for help immediately. Since Leng Ying hasn't signaled, it means Lin Fei isn't in danger yet," replied the elder in the Zhongshan suit, remaining calm.

In the villa's living room, Song Tang and Ao Shen saw Lin Fei's relentless screams, believing Wen Shichang was too harsh, and both said to Wen Shichang, "Shichang, you can let go now. Just give him a bit of suffering, don't kill him."

Wen Shichang dared not confess he hadn't hurt Lin Fei's bones at all—instead, his fingers agonized unbearably.

"Song Tang, Ao Shen, this kid hasn't handed over the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, and we just let it go?" Wen Shichang was caught between letting go and not, so he asked Song Tang and Ao Shen.

"There's nothing more to say; seal his acupoints and take him back for questioning," Song Tang said and immediately acted to seal several acupoints of Lin Fei's body.

After sealing Lin Fei's acupoints, Song Tang told Wen Shichang, "Take him back!"

"You can't take Lin Fei!" Leng Ying saw Wen Shichang attempt to crush Lin Fei's shoulder and now seal Lin Fei's acupoints, and immediately shouted angrily.