Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

"September 2nd, clear. I thought this was a trade that required sacrificing happiness, perhaps, I was wrong."

"September 10th, heavy rain. A night passed, why can't I always sleep?"

…

"September 28th, clear. Today is destined to be the most unforgettable day, he has merged into my body, my life, my future…"

…

Reading this.

Fang Yu couldn't help but feel puzzled, isn't today the 28th?

Looking at these diaries, Fang Yu couldn't help but chuckle.

Creak—

The door opened again.

"Mister, what are you laughing foolishly about?"

Fang Yu quickly stuffed the diary into the drawer, pretending to have seen nothing, and exclaimed, "Damn! I must fire you today!"

"Mister! There are guests outside! It's not my fault! The master asked you to go see immediately..." The maid looked panicked.

Guests?

Fang Yu frowned slightly.

"Watch your mouth, I'll go have a look."

The maid nodded and bowed, her face full of helplessness.

…

In the courtyard.

Several Hidden Dragon Guards lay on the ground, screaming in pain.

At the doorway, stood a man with a stern face, holding a sword, his expression indifferent, showing no fluctuation.

Ye Xingkong pointed at the man and said:

"I warn you, this is the Ye Family, not a place for you to mess around! My son-in-law, he is a top-notch expert... Don't you believe I could ask him to come out and beat you down?"

The man spoke indifferently: "I've said, I'm here for him…"

"You really have a problem, don't you? Not allowed in, yet you still hit people and forcefully barged in? Taking advantage of being a Martial Arts expert, aren't you?"

Now, Ye Xingkong, who seemed to have lost the demeanor of a family master, looked more like a street thug.

Just then, a voice came from behind—

"Has he arrived?"

Fang Yu walked out slowly, not at all surprised by the man at the door, "Lin Weifeng, you agreed to come after three days, you're one day late."

Lin Weifeng with a calm face said:

"Something came up."

Ye Xingkong, scrutinizing this cultivated young man, asked: "You know each other?"

Unfortunately, Lin Weifeng's gaze merely swept over his face and then ignored him, stepping directly into the house.

In the hall.

Lin Weifeng's expression flickered with a hint of surprise, then sat down and said, "Four days have passed, your Concealing Technique has been practiced well."

"Thank you for the praise."

Fang Yu knew, many matters concerning Cultivators needed to be learned from him, so he was very polite.

However…

The people of the Ye Family, all found it strange, what kind of identity this person had, to make the respected Ye Family son-in-law treat him with such courtesy.

"Drink?" Fang Yu asked.

Lin Weifeng shook his head.

"Smoke?" Fang Yu gestured towards the embarrassed Ye Xingkong at the side, "Father-in-law, the guest is here, don't just stand there, bring out the good wine and meat."

"Hey, I'm your father-in-law, not a servant." Ye Xingkong was displeased.

Lin Weifeng still shook his head.

Fang Yu spread his hands and said: "Drink water?"

"No, thanks."

Lin Weifeng said indifferently.

This made it helpless.

"Put the sword down, let's have a good chat," Fang Yu said with a smile.

"Sorry, as long as I am here, the sword is too."

"Then don't blame me for not being a good host... tell me, you've followed me time and again, what's your purpose?" Fang Yu rolled his eyes, "I warn you, I am a normal man, with a family..."

Lin Weifeng slightly frowned.

His gaze fell on Fang Yu.

"I came to find you for one purpose only..." Lin Weifeng paused, "I hope that you could join the Luli Sect."

Luli Sect?

Fang Yu truly had never heard of this so-called sect.

It also didn't sound like any aristocratic clan.

Before he could open his mouth to ask, Lin Weifeng slowly said:

"In this world, it's the survival of the fittest. Cultivators are numerous and if you don't band together, you'll have your soul captured..."

"The law of the Dark Forest, I know that." Fang Yu smiled lightly, "But what I don't understand is, why come to me?"

Like explaining to a novice, Lin Weifeng said:

"Because you are a cultivator."

"Cultivator?"

"Yes. From the beginning to the end, you are a cultivator, not just a martial artist as ordinary people say." Lin Weifeng confirmed.

"How… how is that possible?" Fang Yu felt surprised.

Lin Weifeng's expression remained blank:

"I checked your background. Thirteen years ago, expelled by the Lu Family, adopted by the Fang Family, eight years ago your family was destroyed. The reason you can't step into Martial Arts is because—from the beginning to the end, you could only walk the path of a cultivator!"

Hearing this, Fang Yu was stunned.

Lin Weifeng continued:

"There are two ways to become a cultivator: First, you are naturally the material for a cultivator; second, breaking through after reaching the Martial Arts Ninth Layer. —

"The second method is a more common understanding, but it is very difficult. Once you break through, you're easily targeted by other cultivators. However, the advantage is that your foundation is stable and your combat power is strong."

Fang Yu nodded; this approximated to what he had previously guessed.

"What a cruel world. It reminds me of what a great writer once said: What some people pursue relentlessly may just be naturally inherited by others… These days, the wealthy might possess more wealth without making any effort than some people earn in their lifetimes."

So it is with cultivators.

For some reason, the image of Ye Wenjun popped into Fang Yu's mind, making his heart jolt... Her body contained primordial Qi, could it be that she was born a cultivator?

Rarely showing agreement, Lin Weifeng nodded and said:

"Cultivators, are more complex and cruel than you imagine… Therefore, I really hope you can join the Luli Sect. The sect provides necessary protection, medicinal herbs for cultivation, and other conveniences for its members."

Fang Yu smiled: "Sounds pretty good."

"So, do you agree?"

"No, I refuse."

"Why?" Lin Weifeng said in surprise.

Many cultivators want to join a sect but never get the opportunity.

"I'm used to being free." Fang Yu shrugged.

A trace of disappointment showed on Lin Weifeng's face, recalling the advice from the sect master, he no longer insisted.

Fang Yu smiled:

"Even if we can't be sect brothers, we can still be friends."

"Friends?"

Lin Weifeng seemed somewhat resistant to the word.

"Don't always keep a stern face. Smile a little." Fang Yu joked.

Lin Weifeng's face remained calm, unmoved.

"If you don't join the sect, don't make friends carelessly… With your current cultivation, even self-protection is difficult," Lin Weifeng said lightly.

"That afraid? What realm are you in…" Fang Yu curiously asked.

"Mystic Rank, Upper Class."

Hearing this, Fang Yu couldn't help but be surprised. It was entirely unexpected that Lin Weifeng was a cultivator of Mystic Rank. His power was unfathomable. Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, he was still a notch below.

Suddenly—

"Someone is eavesdropping!"

Lin Weifeng's ears perked, his brows furrowed.

Swoosh!

Like a gust of wind, he chased after them.

Fang Yu was surprised – is this the speed of a Mystic Rank? Immediately, he also chased after.

Whoosh—

Passing through the rear garden, crossing over rockeries.

Lin Weifeng turned his head back, a flash of surprise in his eyes: "You can keep up with me?"