Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Eight years ago, Fang Yu, together with Ji Qiubai, Yan Hu, Ye Fei, Fan Tong, and Zeng Qiji became brothers who dominated the underworld in Jiangzhou, invincible in all their endeavors. Fang Yu had even earned the title of the Iron Fist King through his intense fighting capabilities. It could be said that unless they faced a martial artist, they were the strongest.

Brothers, sharing weal and woe, facing adversities together.

Walking on the edge of the knife.

Unfortunately... the higher one's status, the greater the greed, and one could easily stray onto the wrong path.

Ye Fei died fighting for territory and was buried at sea, Zeng Qiji ended up taking care of horses at a racetrack, and Fan Tong was left with a broken leg managing a bar... Only Ji Qiubai kept climbing higher.

Yan Hu, with his simple mind, became Ji Qiubai's killing machine!

...

All these, Fang Yu had not planned to settle with Ji Qiubai. Ever since he stepped into the world of martial arts, his heart was set on becoming a martial artist, hoping to unravel all the mysteries of the Divine Dragon Technique. The title of boss in Jiangzhou, or even in Yanjing, was nothing but a fleeting cloud to Fang Yu.

What a pity—

Ji Qiubai didn't think the same way.

Foolish!

...

In the calm courtyard,

Many people were on guard, all of them protectors from the Ye Family.

Upon hearing of the incident, Zhong Long was the first to rush over and brought a loyal fraction of the Hidden Dragon Guards to seal off the courtyard tightly.

The corpses had been mostly cleared away.

But the pungent smell of blood still lingered.

"Old master, it's all my fault... I knew that Nie Wu and Nie Ning harbored ill intentions, but I didn't expect them to act so swiftly. It's all my fault..." Zhong Long sat opposite the Ye Family's elder, full of remorse.

"Old Zhong, you can't blame yourself for this. Nie Ning and Nie Wu had been plotting for a long time; mere alertness wouldn't have stopped them," the elder said calmly.

At that moment, a guard walked in from outside, bowed and said:

"Old Master, we found Young Master Ye in a corner outside the walls, he's seriously injured..."

Before he could finish, the old master raised his hand to interrupt him and said, "Send him to the hospital, and from now on, Ye Mengmeng and his family are no longer part of the Ye Family!"

"Yes!"

The old master then turned to Ye Wenjun and said, "With things having reached this point, there's no need to be timid anymore... Remove all stocks and family assets associated with Ye Mengmeng from the Ye Corporation."

Ye Wenjun nodded, "Yes."

The courtyard once again fell into silence.

Seeing that Ye Wenjun's expression remained troubled, Zhong Long suggested, "There are too many corpses here; the old master and young miss should consider staying somewhere else for a while."

Both nodded in agreement.

"Old master, I really want to know, who killed the Hidden Dragon Guards," Zhong Long asked curiously, full of anticipation, as he had been dealing with the bodies since he arrived and had yet to ask.

Upon this question, Ye Wenjun and the elder fell silent.

Tap tap.

A guard hurriedly came to report from outside: "Old Master, the person you mentioned, he's back!"

"Back!?"

The old master showed a startled expression and then propped himself up, saying solemnly, "Everyone, let's go out!"

"Yes!"

...

In the courtyard,

The night was pitch-black, with the crescent moon hanging upside down, and stars scattered across the sky.

Everyone gathered in the courtyard.

The old master stood at the forefront, and Ye Wenjun, unable to withstand the lingering smell of blood, took a step back.

At the dark entrance of the courtyard—

A slender figure slowly walked towards them, moving from darkness to light at a leisurely pace.

Walking slowly, unhurriedly, step by step, as if taking a stroll.

Whether the Hidden Dragon guards or the protectors, they all made way.

They respected the old master's command, never to obstruct this person!

Finally, the old master, Zhong Long, and Ye Wenjun got a clear look at the person—

A weary face with lifeless eyes, his walk not as vigorous as before.

This was Fang Yu.

When Zhong Long clearly saw Fang Yu, his pupils dilated in shock and he blurted out, "The young man who killed thirty-five Hidden Dragon Guards and two protectors, it's him?"

"Indeed," said the old master calmly.

"..." Zhong Long was utterly stunned.

As if an eternity had passed, Fang Yu reached the middle of the courtyard.

His gaze was indifferent, without any ripple, and after a brief scan of all present, he simply stated:

"I need a quiet room."

No pleasantries, no greetings, just stating his needs upon arrival.

The old master ordered in a deep voice, "Make the best guest room available!"

"Yes!"

Fang Yu followed the servant inside, walking slowly as before.

After several steps, Fang Yu spoke again, "Before dawn, no one is permitted to disturb me..."

"Do so!" bellowed Mr. Ye, the elder patriarch.

"Yes!"

Fang Yu followed the servant to the guest room.

After he left, Mr. Ye added:

"No one is to come close... Don't sleep tonight, everyone. Report immediately if there's any unusual activity!"

"Yes!"

...

...

Fang Yu entered the room.

After locking the door, he began to sit cross-legged for cultivation.

He needed to recover his Inner Essence as quickly as possible.

In fact, when he was administering acupuncture to save the elder patriarch, his Inner Essence had nearly been depleted. Just as he had managed to recover about forty percent of his Inner Essence, he had no choice but to go out and slay the attacking enemies.

At this moment, Fang Yu felt the Dantian within was utterly empty.

Absolutely clean.

Breathing in, breathing out...

Gradually, Fang Yu entered into a state of nothingness.

Slowly levitating, he emitted a faint golden glow.

...

While breathing in and out, the Mandala Flower on Fang Yu's chest was also emitting a crimson light. Not merely golden, but a crimson golden light.

The crimson hue of pure gold.

One hour later...

Fang Yu felt his Inner Essence recover at a bizarrely swift pace, surging dramatically!

"What's happening?"

Fang Yu furrowed his brows slightly; he had never encountered such a situation in his past cultivations.

The speed of the Inner Essence's recovery shocked him.

What he had planned to take half a day to recover could now be replenished in just another hour!

Unbelievable.

Fang Yu dared not be careless and continued to breathe in and out.

Time trickled by.

An hour quickly passed.

Yet, to Fang Yu's surprise, his Inner Essence had not only recovered but was also growing at a rapid rate!

"Damn it!"

Fang Yu suddenly realized a grave problem - if the growth continued at this rate, his Dantian would certainly burst. It was like a balloon being filled with too much gas, destined to burst!

He hurriedly stopped his breathing cultivation!

To his surprise—

The Inner Essence was still increasing!

"What exactly is the problem?"

Fang Yu had faced many hardships and never panicked, but the sudden change in the Divine Dragon Technique made him sense an impending doom!

Moments later, his Inner Essence had completely reached a saturated state!

"Is heaven trying to destroy me?" Fang Yu's eyes widened.

He frantically used his Inner Essence, flailing his arms!

Boom!

The entire bed was smashed to smithereens!

...

Outside, the faces of the Hidden Dragon Guards and bodyguards turned pale.

"No one come close!" Upon hearing this sound, the elder patriarch immediately intervened.

He was old and experienced; although he did not know what Fang Yu was encountering, he was well aware that the most taboo for a martial artist in cultivation was to be disturbed. He was acutely conscious of the importance of this matter.

...

Boom!

The table in the room was shattered by a punch from Fang Yu!

"If heaven wants to destroy me, I will vanquish heaven!" Fang Yu clenched his teeth tightly, continuously manipulating the Inner Essence within his body!

PS: Sorry for the late update today. I was being chased this morning, but luckily I escaped. The pursuer had a knife and demanded money, to which I replied I had none. He said he was a novelist and asked me to vote for him with recommendation tickets. I said okay, I can only ask: please help out by casting a recommendation ticket.