Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Ye Wenjun slightly furrowed her brow.

Blackened facial features, tattered clothes, a broom-like hairstyle.

It really did seem like he had been struck by lightning.

But...

This was just too hard to believe.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to ask—

Fang Yu grinned with his teeth bared and said with a smile, "Wifey, hehe, you finally opened the door... let's continue ha—"

"Uh..."

As soon as she finished speaking.

Fang Yu suddenly felt extremely tired and weak, his eyes closed, and he fell straight forward.

Ye Wenjun was startled and caught him.

This guy... fainted?

She couldn't help but be shocked.

Her intuition told her that Fang Yu was injured.

She struggled to drag Fang Yu to the bed, but before she could push him onto it, she stumbled back due to her lack of strength.

"Ah..."

Ye Wenjun cried out in surprise and collapsed to the ground.

After all, Fang Yu was a big man with a substantial body weight. He went down with her, landing on top of her.

She couldn't push him off no matter how hard she tried!

"Get up, you get up..."

No matter how she called out to him, Fang Yu gave no response.

His eyes were tightly shut, his face calm.

But... his position over her was too embarrassing for Ye Wenjun.

He lay there unashamedly on Ye Wenjun's chest, his mouth close to her fair cheek. His breaths were hot and frequent, causing Ye Wenjun to feel agitated and distressed.

This scene was like a celestial being from the heavens had fallen to the mortal world, only to be tackled by a dirty beggar.

After struggling for a while.

Ye Wenjun was tired.

She fell asleep without realizing it.

...

In the middle of the night.

Ye Wenjun suddenly woke up.

Feeling some pain in her chest.

She widened her eyes and saw... Fang Yu's rogue hand...

Ye Wenjun instantly became furiously embarrassed and her pretty face flushed red.

"Damn rogue! Get off! Damn rogue..."

She kicked furiously with all her might.

"Hehe..." Even in this situation, Fang Yu actually let out a silly laugh.

It must be said, a woman's potential is limitless.

With Ye Wenjun's frantic shoving, she finally managed to push him over and turn him aside.

In a state of relief, Ye Wenjun got up and rushed into the bathroom.

...

In front of the mirror.

Her body was pitch black.

No spot was left white.

When Ye Wenjun saw that even her lips were black, she was nearly exploding with anger! That damn rogue, when did he kiss me?!

"Damn it!"

She cursed under her breath, her feeling was more one of helplessness.

She turned on the hot water and shed her luxurious pajamas.

Her perfect figure reflected in the mirror... the black ash on Fang Yu's body didn't affect her stunning figure in the slightest.

Lying in the bathtub.

Letting the hot water wash away the dust.

All worries were dissolved by this warm temperature.

"What on earth happened to him?"

...

The next morning.

Fang Yu woke up and exclaimed, "Damn! I've been struck by lightning! I freaking got struck by lightning, who would believe that?"

"Where's my wife?"

"Damn old God, making me miss out on the biggest event of my life!"

He scratched his head.

Then fell into deep thought again.

Last night's events were too bizarre.

Lightning, the evolution of Death God, Primordial Sword Scripture.

Yes, Primordial Sword Scripture.

Fang Yu quickly recalled the Primordial Sword Scripture in his mind.

Everything was there, everything was real!

"Primordial Sword Scripture..." Fang Yu murmured to himself.

He didn't expect that this adventure would still reveal secrets from Mandala.

The gains weren't small either; he acquired the Primordial Sword Scripture and even comprehended the Ninth Sword of Rain Slash.

He touched Mandala—

Swooosh!

A longer, more imposing rapier appeared!

At the moment of its appearance, the whole body's azure light flashed like waves, disappearing in an instant.

"Death God is too gloomy. Let's change the name... Seeing how you usually hum, combined with my Divine Dragon Technique, from now on, you shall be called the Dragon Roar Sword!"

"Dragon Roar Sword!"

Hum—

The Dragon Roar Sword, as if understanding, vibrated slightly.

"Truly a treasure sword with spirituality."

The more mysteries Fang Yu uncovered, the more curious he became about Mandala's origins.

Who forged it?

And who was the creator of the Primordial Sword Scripture?

"Forget it, take it slow."

For now, he couldn't find the answers he sought.

Perhaps, these answers could all be found within the Lu Family.

Thinking back—

Lu Tianyuan also became famous with a single battle by relying on the martial technique "Tianyuan Sword Manual," which is also a precious treasure of the Lu Family. When it came to their origins, both were somewhat mysterious.

Fang Yu believed that he would find these answers.

Setting aside his distracting thoughts.

Fang Yu sheathed the Dragon Roar Sword and hung it around his neck, then walked out.

A maid was wiping the floor back and forth, muttering, "Aye, the house gets robbed the one day I'm not here! No conscience at all, black footprints everywhere!"

"..."

Fang Yu looked at himself and coughed.

The maid looked up and was startled.

"Son-in... Son-in-law..." The maid instantly understood what happened; all the footprints on the floor were Fang Yu's doing.

"Where's Wenjun?"

"Miss, Miss left for work a long time ago," replied the maid nervously, puzzledly staring at Fang Yu's disheveled appearance, unable to fathom—wasn't it just sharing a bed? Did Miss Ye bomb the son-in-law with an explosive?

"What are you looking at? I was struck by lightning!" Fang Yu declared righteously.

"Eh... Son-in-law, have you, have you done any guilty deeds lately?" the maid cautiously asked.

"Nonsense! This must be the heavens envying my handsome appearance!"

With that said, Fang Yu swaggered off to the bathroom.

...

Morning.

Having washed up, Fang Yu recalled that today he had to speak on behalf of Jiang Xiaoxiao to the old principal.

He sighed and talked to himself: "Ah, my niece is good but can be such a handful."

Jiang Xiaoxiao was at a rebellious age; if she didn't go to school, her whole life would be ruined.

He had no choice but to talk to the old principal!

After breakfast, Fang Yu left the villa.

...

An hour later.

Fang Yu reached a familiar place.

The familiar streets, the familiar plane trees. The city was bustling but had not faded the old things; the original appearance was even preserved, adding a unique charm.

Everything remained unchanged... it made him emotional.

Time flies, things remain the same, but people do not!

Recalling his time at No. 1 Middle School, although Fang Yu's grades weren't good, he was sharp-witted, knowing when to advance or retreat. The old principal valued talent, often helped Fang Yu, and treated him like a son.

Later, when the old principal discovered Fang Yu's penchant for group fights, he often advised him, but alas, the youthfully vigorous Fang Yu wouldn't listen to the elder's words.

All troubles stem from youthful impetuosity.

He wondered if the old principal would still remember him.

Fang Yu bought some elderly health foods like walnut powder and protein powder at a nearby mall, and specially selected tea leaves.

Knowing the old principal's love for tea, Fang Yu was sure of his preferences.

Thinking it over, the old principal should be seventy this year, reaching the traditional age of "three scores and ten."

Relying on his memory, Fang Yu carefully searched for the old principal's courtyard residence. He couldn't remember the exact address, but based on his previous feelings, he easily found the familiar courtyard.

Knock, knock, knock—

"Is anyone there?"

The door finally opened.

The door was answered by an old granny of a similar age. As soon as the door opened, the granny began to size up Fang Yu, then immediately her eyes sparkled, and her expression dramatically changed as she said, "Old man, quickly hide all the food and drinks in the house!"

"—"

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