Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Martial artists outside the gate were still flipping the bird at Fang Yu.

Contempt.

That's right, contempt.

Fang Yu spread his hands, feeling inexplicably confused, and said, "Big sis, are these people's brains messed up?"

Fu Sinin, with her arms crossed, helplessly glared at Fang Yu.

She immediately pulled him into the gate.

In a low voice she said, "I told you to listen to me, why would you... so stupid!"

"I am listening to you..." said Fang Yu innocently.

"Then you claim you're Ninth Layer?"

"I am at the Ninth Layer."

"You..."

"I really am at the Ninth Layer."

Hopeless.

Fu Sinin turned her head and walked away.

Inside the Forbidden City, there were red walls and glazed tiles everywhere, majestic in appearance. Countless emperors had once lived here.

Walking down one path after another, they arrived at a gathering place for martial artists.

The Forbidden City was strictly designed according to feudal ritual laws, divided into three main halls at the outer court, while the palace complex at the rear was the imperial harem, the residence of the ancient emperors. According to ancient astrology, the Ziwei Constellation (the area centered on the North Star) was the dwelling place of the Heavenly Emperor. Hence, the human counterpart, the Emperor's palace, was named the Forbidden City.

It is said that the design of the Forbidden City included nine layers of palatial halls, and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine and a half rooms—just half a room less than the Heavenly Palace. But legends are just legends. Like the vast sea of history, they engulf countless secrets, and no one knows for sure.

This grand project, to this day, only leaves the scene before us.

Outside the Taihe Palace.

The venue was spacious.

The sun was shining brightly.

Martial artists gathered together, waiting for the arrival of the Lu Family.

When Fang Yu and Fu Sinin arrived among the crowd, some martial artists also hurried over.

Someone came over and greeted:

"Hello there, Ninth Layer big shot!"

"Big bro of Martial Arts Ninth Layer, can I have a leg hair? I want to cling to your thigh!"

"Please sponsor me!"

The scene erupted in laughter.

It was clear that those people were mocking Fang Yu.

Some people who didn't understand the situation asked about the reason, and upon hearing someone boasting about being at the Martial Arts Ninth Layer, they too burst into laughter.

Fang Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "A bunch of ignorant fools."

"Ignore them. Your strength, though not at the Ninth Layer, is nevertheless above the Seventh Layer. Most of these people are here just to try their luck; only a few are real experts. As long as we're careful, we'll be able to complete the bounty task," whispered Fu Sinin.

"Got it. Big sis's words are always sensible."

"Cut the chatter."

"Understood!"

The two blended into the crowd.

They looked around.

Those foreign martial artists seemed to be quite broad and fat. Fang Yu, who had just joined the Dark Web and had been on missions abroad, knew that these martial artists often liked simple and violent methods, so there were more of them trained in Body Technique.

Their muscles and bones appeared stronger than the average person.

Just then, a tall man slowly walked over.

Immediately, a buzz went through the crowd.

"Zhou Xuantong is here too!"

"The second-ranked expert on the power list!"

"This guy really wants to challenge the list in real life? Brave!"

"Is that Zhou Xuantong?"

Everyone looked at Zhou Xuantong stepping forward in surprise.

The power list was different from the Assassin List. The power list was a ranking of an individual's comprehensive strength, while the Assassin List could involve the use of schemes and collective crimes.

Hence, the significance of being second on the power list was quite formidable.

The crowd parted ways automatically.

Zhou Xuantong stood at the very front of the crowd, expressionless.

"Big sis, is this Zhou Xuantong very powerful?" Fang Yu asked.

"Second on the power list, he's no simple man... didn't expect him to show up," Fu Sinin slightly furrowed her brows.

"Are you scared of him?"

"It's not that I'm scared of him, but I'm wondering what he's going to do. There's only one target for the mission, and each additional competitor makes it that much harder for us," said Fu Sinin.

"Wow, big sis, you really have a smart head," Fang Yu exclaimed in admiration.

Fu Sinin glared at Fang Yu and said, "Let's play it by ear. If a fight breaks out later, we'll hide first and let them fight."

"Reap the benefits without lifting a finger, good plan!" Fang Yu extended his thumb in approval.

No sooner had Fang Yu finished praising Fu Sinin than a tall foreign martial artist squeezed up behind them—

"Fuck! Get lost!"

"Stupid Huaxia fighter, get lost!"

That tall martial artist forced his way through.

Fang Yu turned around and saw that the fatso was still squeezing through; ah, my temper...

Just as he was about to take action, Fu Sinin grabbed him.

"Don't stoop to his level."

"Uh."

"Too many people, it's chaotic. It's wise to keep a low profile. It's these show-offs who end up dead, the ones sticking their necks out," Fu Sinin whispered.

"Is that so?"

Seeing the serious look on Fu Sinin's face, Fang Yu sighed, "Just this once, I'll listen to you. According to my usual temper, no matter who it is, I'd knock them all flat."

Fang Yu stepped aside to give way, following Fu Sinin to a corner.

That foreign brute was still cursing, "Stupid Huaxia pigs."

"Damn it," Fang Yu cursed softly, "Can I change my mind?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Beat him up!"

"..."

Fu Sinin was completely at a loss for words.

I must have been blind to have chosen such an oddball as a teammate.

Just as Fang Yu was about to blow his top, several people slowly emerged from the Taihe Palace, all in black cloaks that covered their heads, looking like wizards.

Four people walked in the front, followed by dozens in white martial artist robes, neat and uniform.

"The Lu Family!"

"It's the Lu Family!"

"Everyone shut up!"

"Shh—"

In an instant, the whole place fell silent.

Everyone who had heard of the Lu Family watched nervously ahead.

Just how powerful is the legendary Lu Family?

No one knows.

Those four in black cloaks walked unhurriedly and with dignity, as if each step was precisely measured, approaching slowly.

Dozens of martial artists standing in five or six rows behind them followed suit.

The atmosphere turned eerie and quiet.

The autumn wind blew, adding a touch of mystery to them.

"Is this the powerful Lu Family you all speak of?" A foreigner couldn't contain himself and muttered.

"Shut up!" A glamorous woman cursed under her breath.

"Huaxia people are indeed foolish. If they are so powerful, why don't they kill the Iron Fist King themselves instead of posting a bounty?" the foreigner chuckled.

Other mercenary martial artists looked over.

Feeling everyone's strange gazes, the foreigner chuckled and walked forward.

At the same time.

Four elders in black cloaks arrived in the front.

Dozens of Lu Family members halted simultaneously.

Buzz—

At that moment of stopping, the whole earth seemed to quiet down.

Uncovering the cloaks.

Swish—

Four white-haired elders appeared under the sunlight.

With an ethereal presence and stern gazes,

They stood as motionless as Mount Tai.

Such demeanor can only be nurtured from holding high positions. The frost of three feet is not formed in a single day; without remaining in a position for a long time, one cannot have such aura.

In front of the Taihe Palace, they stood upright, perfectly aligned.

Only the foreigner laughed out loud, all in English, pointing at the four elders:

"Old geezers... just old geezers... Is this the sort of person Huaxia pigs praise? Hahaha..."

"Are you kidding me?" (Are you kidding me?)

The elder on the far left, his gaze sharp, spoke in a deep voice, "Who is causing a disturbance here?"