Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Everyone's gaze was focused on Fang Yu.

After all, the Lu Family was just too powerful.

They had placed the entire Ye Family's hopes and burdens on Fang Yu.

Success or failure depended entirely on him.

In other words—

He could not afford to lose.

Nor did he dare to lose.

...

Sitting quietly to the side, Wenjun had been calm all along. She knew that Fang Yu was even stronger than everyone imagined.

She also knew Fang Yu's secret.

He was once the Young Master of the Lu Family.

So...

How should he deal with the grudges of the past when facing the Lu Family?

...

Fang Yu, looking at Xing Kong who was full of expectation, smiled and said, "You don't have confidence in me?"

"Not at all. I just want to know where we stand," Xing Kong replied.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu sighed—

"Alas. Honestly, I don't even know how strong I am."

...

Xing Kong had a premonition that this bastard was about to start bragging again, and unconsciously took a step back.

In fact, Fang Yu was neither lying nor insincere.

He genuinely did not know the extent of his strength. From the moment he started cultivating the Divine Dragon Technique, his Inner Essence took on a completely different form from Inner Strength.

What could be confirmed was that the Divine Dragon Technique was far more powerful than general Martial Arts cultivation.

Although he had only cultivated up to the Sixth Layer Middle Stage of the Divine Dragon Technique, Fang Yu was confident he could defeat practitioners at the Seventh and Eighth Layers.

As for those above the Ninth Layer, he hadn't encountered any and couldn't estimate how strong a Ninth Layer Martial Artist could be.

At this thought—

Fang Yu slowly said,

"I reckon, it should be around the Ninth Layer."

...

The air became still.

Everyone was staring at Fang Yu with their mouths half-open, an odd look in their eyes.

Silent as such.

Xing Kong, Zhong Long, and Zhong Hu, as veterans of the Martial Arts World, were also staring at Fang Yu in surprise.

Sure enough, the young man had begun boasting again.

Common sense among martial artists told them that the Eighth Layer might be possible, but the Ninth Layer?

After a brief daze—

Fang Yu looked around suspiciously and said,

"Are you all doubting me?"

...

Even if it wasn't the Ninth Layer, merely the Eighth Layer, they wouldn't dare to question him openly.

Xing Kong chuckled dryly and explained, "No, not at all."

Fang Yu huffed lightly, stood with his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said, "I, for one, never boast."

...

"Seeing you all like this, you evidently don't believe me." Fang Yu spoke slowly, "Let's put it this way, when the Hidden Dragon Guards of the Ye Family rebelled, they couldn't withstand a single move from me."

...

"Don't talk about thirty Hidden Dragon Guards, even three hundred would be a matter of one strike for me."

...

"Nie Ning and Nie Wu are even less of a match, their ally Lu Youchao, a Sixth Layer Martial Artist…" Fang Yu raised his hand and made a chopping gesture, "also fell to one stroke."

...

"Alas. It's really helpless. Sometimes I even have the illusion that I am invincible in this world," Fang Yu lamented.

...

Cough, cough.

Xing Kong coughed vigorously.

His face full of embarrassment.

The others were also stunned.

The people of the Ye Family were mostly speechless.

Knowing you're strong is one thing, but bragging like this was a bit too much.

"Well... I have some things to attend to today, I'll take my leave first," Xing Kong stood up and left.

Once Xing Kong had left, the others had no reason to stay. They each began to leave.

"Uh? Father-in-law, leaving so soon? I haven't even started talking yet," Fang Yu said politely.

"My worthy nephew is invincible, and I'm very reassured! I have other matters, so I won't stay."

Having said that, he walked away even faster.

Better scram.

As he reached the door, Xing Kong looked back and asked, "Worthy nephew, will you go to the Forbidden City?"

"Go? Why wouldn't I?" Fang Yu replied seriously.

Xing Kong nodded and said, "Then when the time comes, I will lead the Hidden Dragon Guards of the Ye Family and accompany you there."

"Let's talk about it when the time comes."

"Alright."

After speaking, Ye Xingkong and the others left the villa.

In an instant, the entire villa quieted down.

Fang Yu glanced at the wall clock, it was only seven o'clock, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled, saying, "How strange, they left in such a hurry!"

Just then—

The maid bowed and said, "Miss, Sir, dinner is ready."

Hearing this, Fang Yu felt even more puzzled and said, "Wife, could there be something wrong with your dad? He left without even having dinner."

Ye Wenjun stood up, her expression calm, and walked towards the dining room.

"Huh? Wife, why aren't you paying any attention to me?"

Watching her departing figure, Fang Yu was left speechless.

The maid by his side quietly whispered, "Sir, at times like this, you need to be assertive..."

Fang Yu widened his eyes slightly, squinting as he said, "That's a good idea…"

…

No sooner said than done.

After having dinner.

Ye Wenjun went to the bedroom.

Several days later.

The night outside was beautiful.

Compelled by its beauty, she stepped onto the balcony to enjoy the gifts of nature.

Just then—

With a creak, the door opened.

At the doorway.

Fang Yu, now in his pajamas and with freshly picked flowers in his mouth, leaned against the doorframe, giving her a wicked smile.

"..."

Ye Wenjun was momentarily startled.

Following that, Fang Yu threw a coquettish wink at her.

This made her shiver all over.

Has this guy lost his mind today?

"An hour spent in a spring night is worth a thousand gold,

"Flowers bear a light fragrance and the moon casts shadows,

"The sound of music from the pavilions is faint,

"And the swings in the courtyard deepen the night's quietude.

"The long night is endless, and I thought I was the only one unable to sleep, but it turns out, little lady, you can't sleep either."

Watching the neurotic Fang Yu, Ye Wenjun's delicate brows furrowed, her heart in turmoil.

"Don't look at me with such tender, passionate eyes… We've been married for a long time already. In ancient times, if a man couldn't consummate the marriage on the day he paid respects to Heaven and Earth, he had the right to divorce the woman!"

Ye Wenjun's frown deepened.

"What are you trying to do?"

Fang Yu smiled broadly, stepping closer.

With his approaching steps.

Ye Wenjun's heartbeat quickened…

The moonlight cast upon her slender figure.

The night breeze stirred her flowing long hair.

Fluttering.

Whoosh—

Fang Yu dashed forward suddenly.

Ye Wenjun tensed up.

Just when she thought she was about to be overpowered.

Smack!

Fang Yu's large body missed Ye Wenjun, leaping past the window, soaring over the balcony, light as a swallow—

Slowly landing, his voice ice-cold, he commanded:

"Come out!"

What's going on?

Ye Wenjun abruptly turned her head to look at Fang Yu.

She saw him already standing on the ground, his gaze sternly scanning the surroundings.

In the back garden, all was serene.

How could there be anyone?

Just then—

From amongst a cluster of flowers and plants, a shadow slowly emerged.

Cough cough.

"Um… brother-in-law, I, I didn't mean to—"

Brother-in-law?

Ye Wenjun heard these two words clearly.

She was not at all foolish.

Facing the bright moonlight, despite the shadow having its head covered, the familiar figure still surprised her immensely—

"Brother?"