Urban Dominating Immortal Doctor

"This is the one hundred and seventy-second drop."

Several hours passed in the blink of an eye. In the second level of the Vermilion Bird Flame Tower, Qin Yang exhaled a breath of white air, and his eyes, shining with brilliance, opened.

Bang~!

At this moment, above the Array, the luminous figure of the gracefully flying Vermilion Bird Divine Beast spat out the last orb of crimson light. The Vermilion Bird's light figure became even more illusory and then slowly dispersed and disappeared.

When the final orb emitting crimson light entered Zilan's forehead, her delicate body was enveloped in a crimson glow and slowly floated toward the top of the Array.

Her ink-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and Zilan's eyes remained tightly closed. Crimson flames danced around her, making her appear like a phoenix bathing in fire, noble and pure.

This scene lasted for over ten minutes.

Buzz~!

The Array Pattern on the stone platform flickered, emitting a bright light, and then, as if all its energy was exhausted, it fell silent again.

In midair, Zilan's eyes opened, and within her clear pupils, a blazing Vermilion Bird Divine Beast appeared briefly and then vanished.

Zilan's body began to fall toward the ground.

"Not good, having just received the inheritance, Zilan might still be a bit dizzy."

Seeing this, Qin Yang swiftly moved to the stone platform and caught the falling delicate body.

"Brother Qin Yang, is that you?"

Zilan opened her eyes, blinked a bit, and her pretty face showed signs of exhaustion.

"Yes."

Qin Yang smiled slightly and nodded.

"Brother Qin Yang, why are you here?"

Zilan's face showed more fatigue, and her eyelids seemed to grow heavier.

"I came to find you; you haven't come out of the tower for half a month."

Qin Yang replied with a smile.

"Brother Qin Yang, there's suddenly so much in my head, I'm so sleepy..."

As she spoke, Zilan's voice grew quieter, her eyelids fluttered twice, then slowly closed, and like a kitten, she curled up in Qin Yang's embrace, her small hands clutching his clothes as she fell asleep.

Seeing this, Qin Yang smiled slightly. The Vermilion Bird inheritance information was vast, and Zilan being exhausted after receiving the Divine Beast Vermilion Bird's inheritance was quite normal.

Once Zilan fell asleep, she became peaceful and serene, her exquisite, snow-white oval face like jade nestled in Qin Yang's chest.

Her silky black hair was as smooth as fine silk, and a faint, virginal fragrance subtly wafted into Qin Yang's nostrils.

At this moment, the entire second level became exceptionally quiet, and Qin Yang's breathing became audibly clear.

Holding the soft body in his arms, Qin Yang's face held a hint of awkwardness.

"This girl isn't just a little girl anymore."

Qin Yang chuckled bitterly and then glanced at the stairway entrance. He decided it was best to take this girl out first.

Outside the tower.

The sky had long since turned dark.

A full moon had risen into the heavens, and moonlight like water poured down from the night sky, casting its glow on the vast square in front of the Vermilion Bird Flame Tower.

It was already midnight by now.

However, dozens of figures still stood on the plaza.

Nangong Feng, Nangong Chen, Nangong Haotian, and others were still present, along with Nangong Feiyang and Nangong Yi.

"Brother Yi, that guy has been inside for quite some time; why hasn't he come out?"

Nangong Yunfeng glanced at the still tightly closed tower gate under the moonlit night and spoke.

"I don't know. According to Miss Zilan, there's no danger in the first level of the tower, just a lot of jade stones. The second level is a bit difficult to enter, so perhaps Miss Zilan went into the second level and got trapped by something."

Nangong Yi replied.

At this moment, a touch of anxiety and seriousness flickered across Nangong Feng's face.

Bam!

Just then, the long-closed tower gate opened.

Bathed in moonlight, a figure stepped out, walking over the ground covered in light.

"They're out!"

Everyone present narrowed their eyes and looked over.

Under the moonlight, they saw a tall young man holding a girl, stepping slowly down the stairs.

"It's that guy, and Miss Zilan."

"Yes, he's holding Miss Zilan in his arms."

"..."

The young disciples of the Nangong Clan murmured among themselves.

"Damn it, Brother Yi, this guy dared to carry Miss Zilan out."

Nangong Yunfeng's face turned particularly ugly.

"Why get jealous for nothing? Miss Zilan might have fainted inside the tower."

Nangong Yi's expression also subtly darkened as he spoke.

"Fainted inside the tower? But why did it take so long for this guy to come out; who knows what he might have done inside the tower with Miss Zilan..."

Nangong Yunfeng scowled at Qin Yang with some resentment.

Hearing this, a trace of displeasure also passed over Nangong Yi's face.

Zilan was innocent, bright, and a rare beauty, so Nangong Yi and the others harboring fondness for her was quite normal.

In addition, although they all shared the surname Nangong, many of them were only distantly related by blood. Some were even children with outstanding talent selected from the Mortal Realm, granted the surname Nangong and brought into the Nangong Clan.

By now, Qin Yang had already carried Zilan outside the Array of the Vermilion Bird Flame Tower.

"Young friend Qin Yang, what's wrong with Zilan?"

Nangong Feng hastened forward, looking at Zilan cradled in Qin Yang's arms.

"Don't worry, Clan Leader Nangong, Zilan's just tired and fell asleep."

Qin Yang smiled slightly and replied.

"I see, that's good."

Nangong Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He dearly loved and cherished his precious daughter.

"Many thanks to young friend Qin Yang this time."

Nangong Feng said earnestly.

As the Clan Leader, speaking to Qin Yang in this manner clearly implied offering a favor.

"No need for formalities, Clan Leader Nangong."

Qin Yang said.

"Since you're of the same generation as Zilan, if you don't mind, just call me 'Uncle Nangong.' Calling me 'Clan Leader Nangong' feels too formal. I'll call you 'Little Yang.'

Nangong Feng laughed as he spoke. Qin Yang had rescued Zilan from the tower, so Nangong Feng was genuinely grateful to him.

"Okay."

Qin Yang nodded. In terms of seniority, Nangong Feng was Zilan's father, indeed his elder.

Now, Qin Yang planned to hand the sleeping Zilan over to Nangong Feng.

Nangong Feng had already extended his hand.

However, Zilan, sound asleep like a kitten, snuggled a little deeper into Qin Yang's embrace, her small hand gripping his collar even tighter.

Seeing this, Nangong Feng paused with his hand in mid-air, a trace of awkwardness flashing across his face.

Beside him, Nangong Yi and Nangong Yunfeng both looked slightly different, a hint of coldness emerging in their gazes toward Qin Yang.

Seeing the girl merely nestled in his arms, Qin Yang's face also reddened slightly.

"Ahem, Uncle Nangong, where is Zilan's room? I'll take her there."

Qin Yang cleared his throat and said.