Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Fang Yu walked toward the outside of the building.

The people behind him unconsciously followed.

"What are you all following for?" Fang Yu glared.

"Boss, we just can't bear to part with you."

"Scram, you bastards!"

Fang Yu cursed, and just after a short while, they had grown attached—truly damn hypocritical.

He then hailed a cab and left the dilapidated street.

The moment he disappeared, all members of the Barbarian Club collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat.

The tension eased.

Everything returned to being relaxed.

"My god, that scared the hell out of me… Was that One Punch Superman?" Zhu Sanpang patted his chest and said.

"How strong is the Hall Master really?"

"That punch just now was no simple matter… To be able to shatter the net, it shows his strength is at least at the Eighth Heavenly Layers!"

"Eigh… Eighth Heavenly Layers! Oh my heavens!"

Feng Erniang sighed and said, "Who knows what kind of temper the new Hall Master has, he gave us a demonstration of his power as soon as he arrived, how are we supposed to survive the tough days ahead?"

"It's not necessarily the same, I think his temper is quite good… To take ten thousand steps back, we are all people of the Dark Web. He wouldn't do something that crosses the bottom line, right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"If he really has the strength of the Eighth Heavenly Layers, maybe we can avenge our last Hall Master…" Zhu Sanpang said.

"The last Hall Master..." Skinny Si murmured.

"Alas, it's not certain. The last Hall Master, approaching the strength of the Martial Arts Seventh Layer, still met a tragic death. Even now, we still have no clear idea of what force got to him, how can we even talk about revenge?" Cai Runiao said indifferently.

"Right!"

"Could it have been the experts of the Lu Family working together to kill him?" someone asked.

"Impossible. Lu Tianyuan of the Lu Family was already at the Martial Arts Seventh Layer eight years ago… If there was any feud between us, he could have acted eight years ago, no need to wait until eight years later." Cai Runiao analyzed.

"Then who could it be?" Skinny Si said with confusion.

At that question, everyone instinctively thought of the same category of people.

Feng Erniang said in surprise, "Could it be… Cultivators? Don't joke around, how could there be Cultivators in this world?"

"Feng Erniang, that's because you're short-sighted. There's a rumor that Martial Arts has Nine Layers, but the world only recognizes up to the Seventh Layer, the Eighth... What's the point of the Ninth Layer's existence then? And what's beyond the Ninth Layer? Just because we don't know doesn't mean they don't exist," Skinny Si said.

At this moment, Cai Runiao turned around and walked inside.

Everyone followed him.

With Fang Yu absent, he was the temporary boss.

Cai Runiao said earnestly, "Cultivators, they do exist..."

This statement shocked everyone.

"Then why don't they show up? If just one of them came out, wouldn't they easily live a life of wealth and honor?" Feng Erniang chuckled, still not believing.

Cai Runiao turned to look at her and said, "Maybe there's a set of Laws restraining them… And even if no Laws restricted them, would Cultivators still care about worldly gold and silver after attaining that level?"

"Niao Bro makes sense… I remember an old predecessor mentioning that if humans really could break through to the Martial Arts Ninth Layer, they could break through the limits of lifespan, living a few hundred years longer is very likely!" Zhu Sanpang said.

Upon hearing this, everyone inhaled sharply.

"Enough talk, let's get to work! Hopefully, the boss won't come back too soon!"

…

…

Achoo!

Fang Yu had just boarded the plane.

And let out a loud sneeze.

"Which son of a turtle is bad-mouthing me! Dog R, have the guts to say it to my face," Fang Yu muttered under his breath.

Just then, a little kid walked past Fang Yu, hitting him with a toy hammer: "Big baddie! Hit you! Big baddie! Hit you!"

The mom at the side stopped him repeatedly, apologizing with embarrassment: "I'm sorry, the child is still young…"

Fang Yu chuckled dryly.

My goodness, what kind of situation have I not stumbled into.

I should lay low from now on to avoid getting embarrassed.

...

In a secluded courtyard in Jiangzhou.

Ye Xingkong slammed the table furiously, cursing, "What? That kid Fang Yu killed more than thirty of our Hidden Dragon Guards and ran off? Where did he go?"

Elder Zhong, who was standing by, kept persuading, "Xing Kong, calm down! Nie Wu and Nie Ning rebelled and got what they deserved! It's just a pity for those Hidden Dragon Guards who were deceived by Nie Ning. But dead is dead... With Fang Yu joining the Ye Family, our past glory days are just around the corner."

Ye Xingkong frowned and said, "You mean I should pin all my hopes for the Ye Family on Fang Yu?"

"At the moment, that's the only option," Elder Zhong sighed.

"That won't work... Lately, I've felt that my cultivation has been progressing smoothly. I believe it won't be long before I break through to the Martial Arts Fifth Layer!" Ye Xingkong confidently declared.

Elder Zhong's face twitched a few times, he said, "Fifth Layer... cough cough. Probably isn't even enough to get stuck between Fang Yu's teeth."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing... I just wanted to tell you," Elder Zhong paused, "Fang Yu's strength is very likely Martial Arts... Seventh Layer or above!"

"..."

Ye Xingkong stood stunned on the spot.

It took a while before he regained his composure.

"Contact Wenjun for me..."

...

...

Yanjing.

A plane slowly descended.

Fang Yu felt much better after landing.

With previous experience, he proficiently hailed a taxi and went straight to the Ye Corporation.

An hour later.

Downstairs at the Ye Corporation building.

This time Fang Yu wised up and walked straight up to the receptionist. Just as he was about to identify himself—

The receptionist suddenly widened her eyes, showing an excited expression:

"It's Mr. Fang!"

"Mr. Fang has arrived!"

The receptionist eagerly picked up the phone, garbling, "Ye... President Ye... The Mr. Fang you mentioned, he, he's here!"

Then, excitedly, she hung up the phone.

Fang Yu looked puzzled.

"Little sister, you recognize me?"

The receptionist said, "President Ye sent me your photo, I've been looking at it for quite some time." Saying that, she took out her phone and flashed the photo to Fang Yu.

Fang Yu's eyes widened, for crying out loud, wasn't that the picture of himself picking his feet in the mountains? When did it get into Ye Wenjun's hands?

"Little sister, better delete that photo, it really detracts from my glorious image."

Pfft!

The receptionist couldn't help but laugh, whispering, "It's no use deleting it, President Ye has it too. Actually, I recognized you from your last visit."

Fang Yu's gaze fell on the receptionist, who had a curvaceous figure, well-endowed as basketballs, and long, white legs. Thinking about how Tiger and Fan Tong didn't have girlfriends, and there were too many single dogs at the Barbarian Club, Fang Yu suddenly thought it would be good to develop some beauty resources.

"You have good eyesight, ever thought about finding a boyfriend? Someone like me?" Fang Yu winked.

The receptionist immediately blushed and shyly said, "Is... is this appropriate?"

"There's nothing inappropriate about it. If you're interested, we could arrange a meeting to get to know each other," Fang Yu said with a smile.

Just then, a sharp voice came—

"Fang! Yu!"

PS: The recommendation tickets are free. It's time to cast your votes, woo woo. So dismal. However, this does not in the slightest diminish my determined resolve to continue writing! Because the story I want to tell hasn't been fully told yet!