Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

I don't know how long it had been.

Cultivating in a serene environment brought Fang Yu a sense of tranquility and comfort to both body and mind.

As the Primordial Qi in his Dantian became saturated.

Fang Yu slowly opened his eyes...

"Divine Dragon Technique Seventh Layer Middle Stage saturation..."

His cultivation had improved significantly.

Unfortunately, his current physical condition couldn't withstand much medicinal force. Otherwise, Fang Yu wished he could consume an entire Black Wood Lotus.

Even this little bit had produced significant effects, let alone the full potency of the whole lotus.

Even if all the Black Wood Lotuses were combined, they would not have as great an effect as this bit of multicolored lotus.

Fang Yu looked around—silence prevailed.

On the balcony, moonlight streamed in.

"Unexpectedly, I lost track of time and it's already deep into the night."

The bed was empty.

Chen Daotian, that guy, I don't know where he went.

Fang Yu stood up, stretched lazily—though he felt spirited, he still needed to sleep to adjust to the timezone.

"My wife must be asleep by now; after last night's ordeal, she must be exhausted. Let her rest well."

With that thought.

Fang Yu decided to rest in this guest room, jumped onto the bed, and lay down.

However...

Just after closing his eyes for a short while, Fang Yu heard faint footsteps approaching from the corridor.

Fang Yu's ears twitched slightly.

"Could it be that the Dark Web has sent someone again?"

Listening carefully, the footsteps were slightly staggering, held some martial prowess yet quite awkward like a beginner martial artist...

If it was someone sent by the Dark Web, why would they send such a weak opponent?

Iron Fist, the number one in combat rankings, those people from the Dark Web should be well aware.

Thinking this, Fang Yu smiled slightly and remained still.

Creak, creak—

The door opened.

A faint fragrance drifted in from outside, followed by a pretty figure sneaking into the room.

She looked around, observing.

Seemingly searching for something constantly.

"Sleeps like a pig..." The pretty figure glanced disdainfully at the bed.

She continued her search.

Above the bed, beneath the bed, searched for a long while, to no avail.

"Where exactly is the Black Wood Lotus placed?"

The pretty shadow scratched her head.

Just then—

Fang Yu's figure flashed over.

Whoosh!

The shadow gasped in shock, raised her fist in a defensive posture, stepped back two steps, and dodged the palm strike.

Whoosh!

Fang Yu reached out to grab.

Bang!

The shadow kicked out her leg.

Bang! Bang!

Fang Yu's hand blocked in front, bearing the two kicks without any pain.

But the shadow, undefeated, swung her fist again.

"Hey, getting spirited, huh..."

Fang Yu maneuvered quickly.

Without using any Primordial strength, relying purely on previous combat experience, he deflected.

Slap!

"Eh, why is it so soft?"

"Jerk!"

The shadow cursed under her breath and raised her hand to strike.

"It's a woman!? How bold to steal from Ye Family?" Fang Yu laughed, grabbing and pulling with his hand.

The pretty figure let out a shriek and fell into his embrace.

"Still struggling?!"

Fang Yu held her tightly.

His hand was placed somewhere soft.

"You, jerk..."

"Hm?"

Fang Yu paused, grinning, "Let's see if you dare to steal in the future. Today, I will punish you well!"

Saying that, he spanked her buttocks.

Smack. Smack...

"Let me go, let me go..."

Being slapped on the buttocks, no matter how strong her mental resilience, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"I am Ye Wenjun! Let me go! I am Ye Wenjun..."

Fang Yu was stunned.

"My wife?"

He let go of his hands.

With a click, the light turned on.

Ye Wenjun's delicate face and slender figure appeared before him.

Fang Yu scratched his head and said, "I thought you were a burglar... How could it be you?"

"I, I... entered the wrong room," Ye Wenjun, too exasperated to care about Fang Yu's ruffian behavior, stammered.

"That's good it's my room... Go, go to bed now!"

Ye Wenjun glared at him and then left the room.

Back in her own room, she stomped her feet in anger. With such a familiar voice and scent, how could he not recognize her?

Meanwhile, Fang Yu chuckled secretly in his room.

"Trying to fight me... like an egg striking a rock."

"But, I really didn't expect she could actually put up a fight, seems my father-in-law's teachings weren't in vain. It's just that her strength and experience are still lacking quite a bit."

He stretched lazily, jumped onto the bed, and continued sleeping.

...

In an unknown area, inside a certain room.

Lin Weifeng sat upright at the desk, holding a cup of water, and took a sip.

"Second Senior Brother..."

A clear voice came from outside the door.

Lin Weifeng slowly stood up.

"Junior Sister?"

A graceful woman, dressed in luxurious clothes, walked in with a deep smile.

"Second Senior Brother, our master sent me to ask how things are going," the woman asked.

Although Lin Weifeng was her senior brother, he spoke very respectfully.

"He did not agree."

Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, she smiled and said: "Someone actually refused the invitation of Luli Sect? But we shouldn't take it to heart, Master said that our sect isn't suitable for supporting too many people now. Such self-taught cultivators, who are mostly stubborn and wild, we're better off without them."

However...

Lin Weifeng shook his head and said:

"Junior Sister may not know. This person's aura is very strange, not like ordinary cultivators. I've seen him a few times and can tell, this is a rare talent."

"Oh?"

The woman looked at Lin Weifeng with curiosity, "For someone Second Senior Brother regards highly, he must be extraordinary. Did you tell him the benefits of joining our sect?"

"I did."

"And he still refused?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Freedom."

Hearing these two words, the woman frowned. Freedom, what a ridiculous reason. Is freedom more important than life, cultivation, or power?

After contemplating for a moment, the woman said: "It seems he is confident he can survive... In other words, he is looking down on the Luli Sect."

Lin Weifeng was taken aback.

He remained silent.

A gleam flashed through the woman's eyes as she spoke: "Since Second Senior Brother said he is a talent, we can't let him fall into others' hands, if not a friend then an enemy. That's the survival philosophy of our Luli Sect... I, Shangguan Linghui, want to see why he disdains our Luli Sect."

...

Meanwhile, Fang Yu.

He couldn't have imagined, all because of a casual statement about freedom, he had offended a fearsome woman.

A woman's heart is as deep as the ocean.

You never know when you might offend them.

...

The next morning.

Fang Yu arrived at the Ye Group building.

Looking up at the towering skyscraper, he couldn't help but marvel: "Tsk tsk tsk... I feel like I have given up a huge fortune, truly not leaving any opportunities for Ye Xingchen."

As soon as he entered the lobby, the receptionist recognized Fang Yu and hurried over, anxiously saying:

"Mr. Fang, you're finally here. President Ye had me wait for you here, as soon as you arrived, to take you directly to the conference room upstairs."

"So urgent?" Fang Yu said.

"Not very clear. But it's apparent that President Ye isn't in a good mood."

"Not in a good mood?" Fang Yu frowned slightly.

"It seems to be about the stock rights, the specifics, you'd better ask President Ye..."

Speaking, the two took the elevator up.

Before long, they arrived at the thirty-eighth floor.

A conference room constructed entirely of opaque glass, magnificent and elegant!

Just then, a voice of reprimand came—

"Ye Wenjun, don't think just because you're the CEO, you can order me around! Ye Group must be managed by me, Shi Weiping, to reach new heights! Over the past three months, under your management, the quarterly financial report shows a 30% decline in revenue, what do you have to say?"