Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Boom——

This time, the sound was louder than any other time before.

It directly shattered the ornamental rock pile to pieces.

The nearby lake, also due to the continuous sword-swinging and previous Gang Qi, had become unrecognizable.

Sheath the sword.

Stand firm.

Fang Yu looked indifferently at the shattered rock pile and admired, "I didn't expect the First Layer of the Primordial Sword Scripture to be so powerful!"

"I wonder what kind of destructive power it would unleash if I go all out."

After pondering for a moment, Fang Yu nodded in satisfaction, planning to end his practice here.

After resting for a while, Chen Daotian called.

Fang Yu knew this guy would definitely contact him and casually answered the call.

"Bro Yu, you've been kicked off the list! Hahaha, you've been kicked off the list!" Chen Daotian roared as soon as the call connected.

"Do you know anything about this Mo Chengkong?" Fang Yu directly asked.

"This…"

"If you don't know anything, why the hell are you calling?"

He thought there would be some news to tell him, but it turned out to be nothing.

"Ah, I only know this guy must be a super expert! Standing before you, how could he be poor?" Chen Daotian said.

"No good deed goes unpunished without intent; either a fraud or a thief, just get to the point."

"Hehe, still my Bro Yu is clever. I really have nothing important... just wanted to spar with you."

"Are you itching for a beating again?"

"Not at all, I just had a breakthrough and didn't have anyone to test my skills with," Chen Daotian said with a laugh.

"A breakthrough?"

"Yep."

Fang Yu was startled.

Though this guy was talented, Fang Yu didn't expect him to reach this extent.

So many people are stuck in the Martial Arts Sixth Layer, unable to advance further in their entire life, and this guy didn't seem to be stuck at the Sixth Layer for long, and now he's entered the Martial Arts Seventh Layer.

However…

Fang Yu couldn't feel happy at all.

What about reaching Martial Arts Seventh Layer? It doesn't matter when this guy will reach the Innate Realm.

Fang Yu was different; he was cultivating the Divine Dragon Technique and didn't face various bottlenecks encountered on the Martial Artist's path.

Yet, he still said:

"Congratulations, you won't get much practice with me. Keep pushing, try to break through to the Ninth Layer soon."

"Ninth... Ninth Layer? Bro Yu, stop joking. I could wake up laughing even dreaming about reaching Seventh Layer! You might not believe this, but now I pee carefully holding my Dick, afraid of laughing too hard and splashing myself!"

"…"

Fang Yu coughed twice and seriously said, "Get lost, how do you know if you don't try? Trust your Bro Yu, don't slack off! When you feel lazy, just think about Chen Family Village!"

Upon hearing this, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

After a long while, he replied, "Got it, Bro Yu."

Then, he hung up.

He didn't put his phone in his pocket but dialed Fan Tong's number.

Since Fan Tong's friend was good with technology, maybe he could decrypt the IP address of the message left on the combat power ranking.

Soon, Fan Tong's call connected—

"My dear brother! My dear brother... when are you coming back? I've missed you to death!" Fan Tong's roar was much more exaggerated than Chen Daotian's.

Sometimes, one would wonder if these two fools were born from the same mother.

Fang Yu got straight to the point: "Help me look up someone named Mo Chengkong!"

"Um…" Fan Tong sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"My friend passed away last week." His words contained a hint of helplessness.

Fang Yu frowned slightly.

He meant to blame Fan Tong for not informing him earlier; after all, he was a doctor and could have helped.

However…

Fan Tong continued, "Cancer, he had been prepared for a long time… He said he was all alone, all his relatives were gone, life had no meaning to him anymore. He said he was glad to have known me… sigh."

"I told him about your great Medical Skills, Bro Yu, but he refused... I thought about it, the illness can be cured, but what about the heart?"

Upon hearing this.

Fang Yu was stunned.

Nothing hurts more than a dead heart.

"Then forget it... burn some paper for me next time you visit his grave."

"Okay."

Although we've never met, he did help me a lot after all.

The dead are to be revered; may the deceased rest in peace.

Just as I was about to hang up, Fan Tong anxiously said:

"Bro Yu, when are you coming back? My sister-in-law makes trouble in the bar every day, I'm about to collapse!"

"Huh?" Fang Yu frowned, "Xu Zhaopei?"

"She said if you don't come back soon, she'll go to Yanjing to find you."

"Good heavens... this woman wouldn't stick to me, would she?" Fang Yu said.

"Bro Yu, you're not thinking of shirking responsibility, are you?"

"Nonsense! My relationship with her isn't what you think!"

Originally, I was just pretending to be her fiancé.

Sigh, being too saintly isn't good either! I shouldn't have helped her at that time!

It was just a kiss, what age are we living in? A kiss won't get her pregnant, how is that my responsibility?

At that moment, a cool breeze arrived.

Leaves fell.

Fang Yu looked up at the branches and said, "I'll hang up now."

Without waiting for Fan Tong to respond, he put away his phone.

With a slight smile, he walked towards the deeper part of the backyard garden.

The Ye Family's villa had a backyard garden with winding paths and a well-cared-for appearance.

As he walked almost to the end, Fang Yu stopped and said lightly, "Come out."

Whoosh—

A man as light as a feather landed on the tree trunk.

Holding a sword, his gaze was cold and his expression indifferent.

"You again?" Fang Yu frowned.

"You're not dead?"

The person was none other than the mysterious man who had warned him last time, Lin Weifeng.

"Crow's mouth, are you that eager for me to die?" Fang Yu rolled his eyes.

Lin Weifeng was as indifferent as ever.

"Your aura is very unique, it's only noticeable when close. Otherwise, you'd be dead already."

"Damn, you're not GAY, are you?" Fang Yu shuddered at the thought.

Hearing this, Lin Weifeng's brow slightly furrowed, ignoring Fang Yu's teasing, and threw something—

Swoosh.

"Catch."

Fang Yu raised his hand to catch it; it was a card.

Lin Weifeng said indifferently, "This is the mnemonic for hiding your aura... I'll come again in three days, I hope you're still alive."

Without chance for an explanation or chat, he turned and elegantly leaped away.

"Hey, hey... you can't utter good words from a dog's mouth..."

Fang Yu cursed, but the man had already disappeared.

He unfolded the card in his palm; it indeed contained a few simple mnemonics.

He couldn't help but feel skeptical, "Can this really hide one's aura?"

Best to try it out first.

With his palm in front of his stomach, he followed the mnemonic to channel the Primordial.

Indeed, the Primordial flowed like a gentle stream, circulating through the meridians all over his body.

If not carefully felt, the Primordial and blood were indistinguishable!

"Is this the trick to hiding one's aura?"

Fang Yu was surprised.

Didn't expect that there was such a method.

However, this must be a common skill mastered by many cultivators.

Under the law of the Dark Forest, where big fish eat small ones, it's also a necessary survival skill.

"But why does this guy want to come back in three days? Can't he say whatever it is face-to-face?" Fang Yu was full of confusion.

Thinking this, Fang Yu shook his head, never mind that.

What he should be concerned about now is—

Mo Chengkong.

The deadline is in seven days.

Tomorrow is the last day.

What kind of person is this Mo Chengkong?

"I want to see if this big fish can swallow me," Fang Yu's lips curled into a cold smirk.