Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Legend has it that the Mandala Flower came into existence as a punishment from the heavens, which took away moisture and formed the desert. The blood and souls of humanity converged to create the Mandala. The Mandala in the desert carries a curse, its body saturated with deadly poison. All who see its true face will suffer the curse and perish.

But…

Fang Yu never told anyone the complete meaning of the Mandala Flower.

That is, the Mandala Flower represents not only death but also—love.

Eternal love and revenge! It symbolizes unforeseeable death and love.

This, is the Mandala Flower.

…

Seeing that slender rapier, Ye Wenjun couldn't help but frown tightly. What was that? The residual glow of the western sky fell upon the slender rapier, shimmering radiantly.

Fang Yu slowly turned around, holding the rapier, facing the glow of the sunset.

His tall figure cast a long shadow on the ground.

Right hand holding the sword, tilted at a forty-five-degree angle downwards.

"What are you going to do?" Ye Wenjun felt a surge of nervousness, a feeling of the unknown.

Fang Yu lifted his left hand to his lips: "Shh!"

He took a step forward and spotted a huge boulder ahead.

His eyes flickered.

"Rain Slash, Fourth Sword, Slanted Sun Reflection."

Buzz.

Buzzing—

Sword Light suddenly flashed, Fang Yu like an arrow released from the string, his foot stomped fiercely, his figure soaring like a roc spreading its wings, a sword swung out!

Facing the warm, yellow-tinged light, this sword seemed to shake the glow of the horizon, refracting rays of light upon the blade.

The light converged.

A sword descended.

Like a comet falling.

Shh! Shh-shh—

The Sword Light vanished.

Fang Yu gently fell like a feather. Raising his right hand, the rapier disappeared.

The evening breeze came, Mandala petals on his chest fluttering in the wind.

He still faced the sunset, his back to Ye Wenjun.

The shadow remained as elongated as before.

Everything returned to calm.

As if nothing had ever happened.

However…

Ye Wenjun's face was full of puzzled wonder, looking at his right hand, looking at that huge boulder.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Apart from jumping higher, there seemed to be nothing remarkable.

But just at this moment—

Fang Yu slowly turned around.

The boulders crumbled in pieces, sliding down the hillside.

Each piece of stone was perfectly square, with smooth cut surfaces, even reflecting light.

Just like pieces of tofu.

Ye Wenjun's mouth fell slightly agape, her beautiful eyes involuntarily widened.

Her heartbeat seemed to stop, her breathing seemed to stop, everything seemed to stop.

It was at this moment that Fang Yu broke the frozen image with a slight smile:

"Wife… how impressive is this move of mine?"

"…"

Ye Wenjun's mind went blank, her gaze fixed on the square stones, yet she didn't know what to think.

She had seen Grandfather Zhong Long's ability to split stones with his palms.

She had also seen her father catching blades barehanded.

In her subconscious, someone capable of Zhong Long's feats was already a master in Martial Arts.

But she had never imagined that Fang Yu's skills far exceeded her expectations.

When the Ye Family's Hidden Dragon Guards rebelled and were cut down in their tracks, beheaded, she knew Fang Yu was strong. Only… she did not know how Fang Yu managed to do it.

Now everything is clear.

He owns a sword.

A terrifyingly sharp sword.

"I'm asking you a question," Fang Yu reiterated.

"Hmm?"

"Do I look cool with that move?"

"..."

Ye Wenjun came back to her senses, her gaze searching over Fang Yu's body. She didn't answer him but instead said, "Where is your sword?"

"Sword?"

Fang Yu chuckled, removed a Mandala petal from around his neck, placed it in his palm, and pushed it towards Ye Wenjun. "Are you talking about this?"

"This..." Ye Wenjun looked at the silvery white Mandala petal in disbelief, a delicate and perfect creation of divine craftsmanship.

"Do you want to try it?" Fang Yu asked.

Ye Wenjun's hand trembled slightly, and she shook her head subconsciously. Such a sharp weapon, if mishandled, could have unimaginable consequences.

"Don't be scared, I'll teach you."

Fang Yu walked over to her and naturally took her hand, which was as white as spring onions.

Ye Wenjun let out a startled cry, wanting to resist, but it was already too late.

The Mandala petal was placed in her palm.

Her body trembled, and her whole hand was enveloped by Fang Yu's rough, calloused palm.

The thick palm gave her a feeling of being held within a paper box...

Ye Wenjun's thoughts were complex. What kind of hand was this? Only a hand that had been through countless trials could look like this!

"Press here," said Fang Yu softly.

"Yes, apply a little force," Fang Yu added.

Ye Wenjun actually followed his instruction, pressing gently with her finger.

The Mandala petal suddenly transformed, a sharp blade sprouted from the tip!

Shing—

Light flashed brilliantly!

Ye Wenjun was astounded.

Such marvelous weapons existed in this world; even with the advancement of human technology, it was unlikely something so magical could be created.

How many secrets did he hide within him?

The young master of the Fang Family, the young master of the Lu Family, and an astonishing weapon. Moreover, she felt that there was more, much more about Fang Yu that she couldn't fathom.

Looking at the slender sword closely...

But at that moment, Fang Yu took a step back, his gaze intense.

"It really is you," Fang Yu murmured to himself.

"What did you say?" Ye Wenjun didn't turn around.

Fang Yu was dumbfounded.

The Mandala, only its owner and the other half who holds dear love can wield it...

Yet, Ye Wenjun managed to activate the "Death God."

Fang Yu found it laughable... Previously, he was reluctant to believe in fate. He even made fun of himself with the Treasure Sword from "A Chinese Odyssey" by the character Zixia—whomever could unlock his weapon would be his other half. Ji Qiubai teased him for living in a dream, playing with his Mandala for a long time without any reaction.

The fact that Ji Qiubai could not unlock it... surely meant that this was no ordinary item.

Lu Youxun of the Lu Family tried several times to seize it, but ultimately failed.

The Mandala, which Fang Yu had worn for over a decade... to this day, he still hadn't fully uncovered all its mysteries.

"I didn't say anything..."

Fang Yu smiled, recovering from his complex emotions, "You haven't answered me yet, do I look cool with that move or not?"

Ye Wenjun handed the long sword back to Fang Yu and said expressionlessly, "It's fine."

"Eh... just fine?"

Sounded a bit perfunctory.

Fang Yu rolled his eyes, "Please, that move of mine, even if the Hidden Dragon Guards or Jin Shiji of the Jin Family were wearing steel armor, they would be chopped to pieces just the same!"

Just as he finished speaking, Ye Wenjun stepped forward and got into the car.

"Get in."

"You didn't understand what I said... My weapon, it's no simple tool. I used it to kill thousands of mercenaries, their bodies piled up like mountains, blood flowing like rivers... Hey, wife, I haven't gotten in the car yet!"

Vroom.

The car had already started, slowly moving forward.

Without another word, Fang Yu chased after it.