Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Still the same narrow and long silhouette!

No blade, no hilt...

One end thick, the other thin, only... the thin end was like a strand of hair, imperceptible to the naked eye.

"What is this thing?"

Fang Yu couldn't help but marvel, this object that transformed from the Mandala must be no ordinary item.

He continued to observe carefully.

"It looks a bit like a needle..."

Fang Yu chuckled at himself. He had practiced the Taiyi Divine Needle quite a bit, and had even developed calluses from handling needles. Indeed, this thing was a needle.

Finally, Fang Yu discovered some fine, tiny characters on the thicker end; they were very hard to notice without close inspection. The four words were inscribed in seal script: Heavenly Gang Gold Needle.

"Holy smokes, it really is a needle! What's the use of it?"

Fang Yu disdainfully lifted his hand.

As soon as he lifted it, the Golden Needle fell.

Whoosh.

Straight down.

Shh!

The entire Golden Needle almost completely buried itself into the floor.

"This..."

Fang Yu couldn't help but swallow.

This thing seemed to be not simple at all.

When the Mandala Flower transformed into the Death God, it was incredibly sharp. Now transformed into a Golden Needle, it was equally sharp.

So this thing isn't the kind of Golden Needle used for healing, it's... a deadly weapon?

With this thought in mind, he couldn't calm his emotions.

"Is this the Heavenly Gang Gold Needle?"

It felt like he had stumbled upon a treasure.

Fang Yu hadn't anticipated that the Mandala had a second form.

With such power from just falling from his hand, if he infused it with Inner Essence and used it as a hidden weapon... tsk tsk tsk, he dared not think of the effects.

Fang Yu smiled slightly and stepped on the floor.

Crack!

The floor was damaged, and he pulled out the Heavenly Gang Gold Needle.

"Although this thing is powerful, I still need to control the force used."

Using about one-tenth of the Black Wood Lotus, the Divine Dragon Technique was solidified to the Sixth Layer Middle Stage Realm. At this rate, he believed it wouldn't be long before he could reach the peak and break through to the Seventh Layer of the Divine Dragon Technique.

His hand gesture changed, touching the end of the Golden Needle, and with a whoosh, the Mandala reverted to its original form.

To confirm whether the Mandala could transform back into the first form, he still tapped it with his finger.

Whoosh!

The narrow and fine sword shined brightly under the dim light.

"I still prefer the appearance of the sword." It turned into petals with a whoosh.

Creak--

The door was pushed open.

Ye Wenjun, holding a key, glanced at him thoughtfully, a flicker of confusion in her beautiful eyes. She frowned slightly and spoke softly, "I'm going to sleep..."

"..."

Fang Yu was dumbfounded, "Wait, wife, you've got it wrong. When I said 'sword,' I didn't mean that 'cheap'... I meant 'the appearance of a sword'... hey hey hey..."

"..."

As birds of the same forest, they were a married couple; why would they choose to fly separately?

Fang Yu hardened his heart and muttered, "There's a saying, rain falls from the sky and water flows on the earth, husband and wife bear no overnight grudges... let's make up by the end of the bed."

With that thought in mind, he headed towards Ye Wenjun's boudoir.

Just as he reached the door.

Bang, the door closed.

Huh? What happened?

"I'm not feeling well today," came Ye Wenjun's voice, slowly drifting out.

"..."

Fang Yu gritted his teeth in frustration. Was this woman itching for a quarrel again? Don't force me to resort to domestic violence!

Just as he was about to knock on the door, the maid floated over like a ghost and whispered, "Young master..."

"Ah, come on... Can you not appear so eerily each time? It's quite frightening!" Fang Yu glared.

"The young mistress said she's not feeling well; you should sleep in this room here," the maid whispered.

"Not feeling well, so I have to sleep outside? What kind of nonsense is this?" Fang Yu retorted, unconvinced.

"Son-in-law, the young lady's discomfort is simply her period arriving... You know, women have it a few times a month. I know you're strong and in your prime, but you should also take care of your health, show some restraint..." The maid spoke earnestly.

"..."

"..."

Fang Yu's face was filled with black lines, what the hell is all this about!

He shook his head and turned around, heading towards another room.

...

In a dark corner of Yanjing,

a man in a black trench coat, wrapped his head, facing the direction where moonlight rose.

Behind him, a sniveling, thin-faced man was hunching over.

"Elder, after several days of investigation, it has been confirmed... The Jin Family and Zhao Family of the three major families have been completely wiped out, all instigated by the Iron Fist King, and the forces involved afterward..." The thin-faced man stammered.

"Just spit it out, no need to beat around the bush," the man in the trench coat said with a deep voice.

"The forces involved afterward are very secretive. I've pulled lots of friends to quietly investigate, but found nothing."

Whoosh!

The man in the trench coat suddenly turned around, delivering a slap.

"Waste!"

"Elder... Elder! I, your subordinate, recognize my mistake... But this power is not simple!" The thin-faced man spoke frantically.

"Not simple? What do you mean?" said the man in the trench coat with a deep voice.

"I've found that since this Iron Fist King updated his combat record on the power rankings, people with the same name commend him every day below it. After comparisons, I believe those who admire Iron Fist King on the power rankings are all from the same group."

"From the same group?" the man in the trench coat slightly frowned.

"At present, it's not clear what organization they are, but from their way of speaking, they must be a well-disciplined and strict organization!"

Hearing this, the man in the trench coat's eyes flashed, a strictly disciplined organization is always no simple matter.

After pondering for a moment, the man in the trench coat spoke indifferently:

"Understood, you may leave."

"Yes!"

Once the thin-faced man left, the man in the trench coat stood with his hands behind him, looking at the moonlight and said, "Iron Fist King, Iron Fist King, no matter who you are, this old man, has got you figured out... How can a feeble fire vie for glory with the bright moon?!"

...

Two days later.

At the Ye Family villa.

After breakfast, Fang Yu came to the living room, waiting silently.

Seeing the maid standing by, he asked, "Eh? Where's Ye Wenjun? Isn't she attending some business alliance conference today?"

The maid bowed and said, "Son-in-law, for such an important occasion, the young lady certainly needs to get dressed up. Please be patient."

"I'm not impatient, it's not me who's having the meeting." Fang Yu crossed his legs, picked up an apple from the table, and started munching on it.

"Son-in-law, wouldn't you like to change into a different outfit?" It was only then the maid noticed that Fang Yu hadn't put on the suit and shoes prepared for him yesterday.

"No change."

"This..."

"It's too suffocating, I'm not used to it. I'm more comfortable in my current outfit." Fang Yu said carelessly.

"Alright... okay." The maid was equally confused.

Half an hour later.

There was a sound from upstairs.

Everyone in the hall looked up in the direction of the noise.

"Miss Ye is coming out."

Fang Yu couldn't help but look up—

Hair dark as ink, shiny and cascading over the shoulders.

Eyes like the stars, cool as water, penetrative.

Skin like white snow, pure and tempting, delicate to the touch.

Wearing a sophisticated off-shoulder evening gown from head to toe, beauty beyond words, with a blue butterfly bow extending from the waist to the knee.

This, this was Ye Wenjun.

Slowly coming down, step by step, she made her way into the hall.

"Let's go."

Fang Yu snapped back to reality, having been momentarily dumbfounded, the apple still unchewed in his mouth, puffing out his cheeks, a bit embarrassed.

Then, with determination, he chewed twice and, looking at Ye Wenjun's stunning beauty, said, "Should I... go change my clothes?"

With my wife looking so beautiful, and me looking shabby, wouldn't that be inappropriate?

"No need, we're pressed for time."

PS: Minimum of 4 chapters today, continuously and steadily guaranteeing 4-5 chapters daily, thank you for the support! Also, I've checked and there are no duplicate chapters, those who are spreading rumors please spare me. I just want to write my book in peace ~~