Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Is this a case of diarrhea?

Why destroy public property because of diarrhea?

In full view of everyone, Fang Yu's move thoroughly intimidated the crowd.

Chen Daotian wasn't surprised and stood with his arms crossed.

However, Ye Family members and the others were gaping in shock.

Suppressing his excitement, Ye Xingkong said, "Elder Zhong, what did you previously say about his strength?"

Zhong Long replied in a low voice, "Martial Arts Sixth Layer... I forgot to add two words - 'and above'."

"..."

Underestimation often stems from a lack of understanding.

That was the feeling of Ye Xingkong, the Hidden Dragon guard.

As for Wenjun, her beautiful eyes flashed with surprise but quickly returned to calm. She knew that Fang Yu might have urgent matters to attend to. The Young Master of the Lu Family... the environment he faces, the pressures, and the hatred...

He is clearly very strong.

Yet for some reason, Wenjun felt a pang of sympathy for him...

Seeing Chen Daotian looking relaxed, Ye Xingkong, sharp-eyed, thought that it would be a huge loss not to ingratiate himself with such a master who also has a Dark Web background.

Ye Xingkong walked over with a smiling face and said, "Mr. Chen, hello."

He reached out his hand, intending to shake hands.

Chen Daotian looked at it and laughed, "No need to be so polite, I'm just a simple man, I'm not that fussy."

"Mr. Chen is young and talented. At your age, you've already become a Hall Master of the Dark Web... May I ask you two questions?" Ye Xingkong inquired.

"Go ahead," Chen Daotian said nonchalantly.

"Are you and Fang Yu brothers?" Ye Xingkong was shrewd and wanted to confirm their relationship first.

"Of course, Brother Yu is even closer to me than my own brothers! Whoever dares to touch him, I'll be the first to disagree!" Chen Daotian declared righteously.

Ye Xingkong was stunned, then smiled as he said, "You can't tell, but you two are really close."

"Absolutely."

Chen Daotian showed a look of admiration, pulled Ye Xingkong closer, and said sincerely, "To be frank, Brother Yu is my idol—"

Idol?

Ye Xingkong was dumbfounded. How come his words are getting more and more exaggerated?

Chen Daotian continued, "Every action of Brother Yu is an example for me to learn from. His standards in life are the direction I follow. Brother Yu is the beacon in my darkness, illuminating the path ahead of me... Eh? Mr. Ye, you don't look so well..."

"It's, it's nothing." Ye Xingkong desperately controlled the churning food in his stomach.

Seeing Ye Xingkong seemed alright, Chen Daotian went on expressing his feelings:

"He is such a dashing man, so distinctive, so outstanding, his melancholic eyes, his thoughtful stubble, his miraculous swordsmanship... and even his rough, ugly fists, they all completely mesmerize me..."

Having finished expressing his feelings.

He turned his head to look around, where did the person go?

"Damn, Brother Yu, your father-in-law is so unreliable, goes to dine and doesn't take me!"

Saying so, he chased after him.

...

...

Meanwhile.

Fang Yu was hot on the chase.

His figure was like lightning.

The shadow realized it was being pursued and ran wildly through the alleyways! With impressive skills, it crossed several streets and jumped into a hidden ruin.

"Still trying to escape?!"

After cultivating the Divine Dragon Technique to the Sixth Layer, Fang Yu's senses became extremely sharp.

His cultivation was high, and his speed was fast.

Therefore, there was no reason for the shadow to escape.

Upon entering the ruins.

Fang Yu held his breath and concentrated, slightly smiled, and said to the front, "Come out, I know you're here."

Around him, there was silence.

No movement at all.

"If you don't come out now, don't blame me for being heartless... I know you're not an enemy, why would you be afraid to see me?"

His voice echoed across the entire ruins.

Even if he didn't come out, Fang Yu was confident he could find him.

It would just need a bit more effort.

His words indeed had an effect—

Ahead, from a pile of rubble in the corner, the shadow slowly emerged.

Wearing a black hoodie, of similar stature to Fang Yu, looking frail and weak.

Fang Yu nodded and said, "Speak, who are you?"

The shadow was shrouded in clothing the whole time, its features indiscernible, shrouded in mystery.

"It's none of your business," came a hoarse voice, with a tinge of defiance.

"Since this morning, until the end of the meeting, you've been following Ye Wenjun... and you say it's none of my business?"

Fang Yu sighed, "You haven't figured out anything at all."

The shadow rasped, "I just want to do what I must... I don't care who you are, please stay away from Wenjun!"

"Whew, it's the first time someone's dared to speak to me with such brazenness."

The voice of Fang Yu suddenly turned icy, "I'll ask one last time, who exactly are you?"

Ding ling ling—

The Mandala Flower on his chest fluttered forward slightly.

Seeing the petals, the shadow took a step back in alarm, exclaiming, "Poisonous flower!"

"Speak, or not?"

Fang Yu took a step forward, one after another.

His aura, like the arrival of Death God.

The shadow seemed oblivious to the danger, only fixated on the Mandala Flower on Fang Yu's chest.

When it suddenly became aware of a killing intent, it quickly raised a hand, "Wait!"

Fang Yu slightly lifted his stern gaze, waiting for the answer.

The shadow hoarsely questioned, "You, did you really marry Wenjun?"

Hearing this question, Fang Yu grew impatient and made a hand gesture—

Swish!

Mandala Flower, second form!

"Heavenly Gang Gold Needle!"

Pinching the gold needle, Fang Yu felt an inexplicable ease of use.

Perhaps he was used to administering needles; suddenly, he felt that even without any specific needle techniques, he could still unleash the power of the Heavenly Gang Gold Needle.

This weapon, it's as if it were tailor-made for him!

Moreover, Fang Yu was already an expert in the Taiyi Divine Needle... he knew the body's meridians and acupoints by heart, truly embodying the saying—A Divine Doctor's Holy Hand, capable of saving lives, can also take them!

"No... no..." The shadow felt an overwhelming killing intent approach.

But it was already too late.

Fang Yu moved swiftly as lightning, his voice booming, "Taixuan Finger Technique!"

Whoosh!

A chill flashed, the Heavenly Gang Gold Needle piercing through his arm!

No resistance, no difficulty whatsoever!

The shadow grunted and clutched at the wound, gasping, "Taiyi Divine Needle!! The Lu Family?"

Fang Yu coldly said, "You've already missed one opportunity..."

He raised his hand, and his powerful Inner Essence surged outward.

Hiss—

The Heavenly Gang Gold Needle, as if called by something, was drawn back by his Inner Essence. Slim and translucent, it bristled with killing intent!

The shadow bulged its eyes, disbelievingly saying, "Inner Strength cast outward, remote manipulation! Martial Arts Ninth Layer?! How... how is this possible?!"

Tap.

Tap.

Fang Yu took another step.

The step of Death God, appearing so graceful yet so enduring.

"I'll talk, I'll speak now."

Where was the courage for the shadow to face a Ninth Layer master!

Fang Yu stopped his footsteps.

Quietly waiting for the answer.

"Speak."

The shadow covered the wound with one hand, reached for the hood of the hoodie with the other, and, sighing, pulled it back.

A horrific, twisted visage was revealed.

"I am—Ye Xingchen!"