Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Empress Ziwei shed tears of emotion.

The tears moistened her lapel.

A mix of excitement and eagerness, she lifted her jade hand and placed it on the black cloth that veiled the face of the man in black…

"You, you're really alive? I…"

Ziwei, with a lovestruck expression, spoke in an agitated, incoherent manner.

"Don't speak… You've been injured, don't talk… For over a thousand years, I've been absorbing the essence of the heaven, earth, sun, and moon in the cave… And finally, I have comprehended the Constant Sand Realm."

"Really?" A hint of joy appeared on Ziwei's face, "Then, all my years of guardianship have been worthwhile."

Gazing at the face of the man in black, concealed by the cloth.

Ziwei said emotionally: "A millennium of guarding, just waiting for you to return… For you, I've longed day after day, dreamed night after night. I've searched through the Nine Provinces of Huaxia, flipped through mountains and rivers… all to find a Doctor that could cure you. I never thought you would truly come back to life! I… I—"

"Stop talking… rest well."

The man in black caressed her cheek and kissed her forehead, "Give me the Soul Suppressing Ring… Leave the rest to me."

Empress Ziwei softly uttered an affirmation.

Slowly, she lifted her jade hand and removed the green ring from her right index finger.

The man in black picked up the ring.

His eyes couldn't help but shine, as he looked at the Soul Suppressing Ring and slid it onto his finger.

"Rest well now… I'll handle the rest."

"Mm."

The attitudes of the two of them.

Greatly puzzled Fang Yu.

In his memory, Ziwei, no matter how the Dragon Emperor treated her, had never been as docile and obedient as she was today.

Watching the man in black slowly stand up, Fang Yu said with a smile:

"Ziwei, oh, Ziwei... You really found a lover of a thousand years, such a relationship, and you're willing to accept it. I think, the Dragon Emperor must have been blind to fancy a woman like you."

Empress Ziwei didn't speak.

She sat quietly on the snowy ground, looking at the man in black with eyes full of anticipation.

A thousand-year lover.

What an ironic joke.

Fang Yu felt calm within, his gaze fell on the man in black, and said: "A gentleman is open and candid, while a petty person is always anxious. Let's see who it is, hiding behind her?"

The man in black hummed softly.

He took a slow step forward.

His left hand continuously stroked the Soul Suppressing Ring.

Shifting it from side to side.

Fang Yu felt that the ring was no ordinary item.

Following that—

The man raised his pale hands and gently tugged off the black cloth covering his face.

The hood lifted.

The black outer garment was taken off and cast aside on the snowy ground.

Fang Yu saw his face clearly—

Brown hair, blue eyes, a somewhat white beard, and some wrinkles on his face. Judging by his appearance, he was not young, and the deep yet spirited eyes revealed the profound marks of time.

This was a man well past middle age.

This was also a foreigner, the profound eyes of a genuine vampire.

But Fang Yu had no doubt that his actual age was far older than his appearance suggested.

His conduct and those eyes.

"Respected Dragon Emperor Your Majesty… we meet again," the man said quite gentlemanly, with a gentle voice.

"Do we know each other?" Fang Yu said, smiling.

He had no memory of this man.

The man spread his arms, slowly saying: "Carl Blackwood, Duke. Does this ring a bell, Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor?"

"A Duke Level vampire, is that it?" Fang Yu swung his Dragon Roar Sword slightly.

It seemed to carry a provocative implication.

Seeing this scene.

A flicker of doubt passed through Carl Blackwood's eyes as he spoke lightly: "You, are not the Dragon Emperor."

He wasn't speaking with a tone of doubt.

But with certainty.

His voice was soft and mild.

Empress Ziwei, behind him, was startled, glancing at Fang Yu.

She was already confused.

Unable to discern what was real and what was fake.

She whispered a warning: "Be careful, he may be a Full Saint."

Upon hearing this.

Carl Blackwood said: "Oh? A Full Saint? The conflict between the Eastern and Western has lasted for ten thousand years. Every battle ends in life or death. The Cultivators of the Eastern are indeed admirable. It's been many years since I last saw a so-called Full Saint... It was also thousands of years ago the last time I saw one. Ziwei, don't be fooled by his Armor."

Upon hearing Carl's warning.

Empress Ziwei's gaze settled on Fang Yu as she said, "Perhaps... I believe in your judgment. Go and fight... Tiandu Mountain must not be lost under my watch."

"Rest assured... I will let the cultivators of the East know... that in this world, there are many things beyond their comprehension."

In the midst of speaking.

His right hand slowly lifted.

A green light shone bright.

Significantly stronger than when Empress Ziwei had used it before.

Fang Yu, narrowing his eyes, said, "You vampires really never learn your lesson... A Duke Level of the Blood Clan, equivalent to a Saint-level or higher? Nirvana or Constant Sand? Oh, you said it earlier, Constant Sand..."

Ding—

A brilliance that filled the sky.

The green glow was so piercing that it was hard to keep one's eyes open.

Fang Yu found that the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor on him had actually faded and disappeared.

This ring is truly eerie, it can directly counteract the Vast Righteous Energy!

Swoosh.

Carl made his move.

Like a leopard in the jungle. So fast that even his facial features seemed to distort.

Fang Yu suddenly felt as if the green light had a binding force, slowing down his speed.

"Vast Righteous Energy!"

The Primordial Qi burst forth. Blocking the green light.

With a raise of his hand, he threw a punch.

Bang!

Their fists collided.

Fang Yu took three steps back.

Carl took two steps back.

"The strength of the body?" Carl's expression was vibrant, "You are not the Dragon Emperor... nor are you a Reincarnator. I'm quite curious, how did you master the combat skills of the Dragon Emperor?"

Fang Yu did not answer.

How could the process be explained in just a few words?

"A pure Soul Stealer?" Carl's eyes were deeply fixed on Fang Yu.

A pure Soul Stealer!?

The kind of cultivator who could take away a person's memory, Primordial Qi, and even their very aura?

Empress Ziwei watched Fang Yu with disbelief, her breathing becoming rapid.

She looked at Fang Yu with indignation and said, "How dare you mock me?"

Fang Yu shrugged, "Say whatever you want, but even if you think of me as your daddy... I would mind, since my excellent genes could never produce such a scheming daughter as you!"

Swoosh!

Once again, like a leopard, Carl lunged at Fang Yu.

The green ring, emitting light, nullified all the Gang Qi surrounding Fang Yu.

One could say, their battle, was purely the most primitive kind.

A contest of fist against fist.

Carl spoke with a deep voice: "Didn't expect that, even the Soul Suppressing Ring can't completely lock down your Primordial Qi... but, it's enough!"

Wham, wham!

The sound of punching through the air.

Boom! Carl's punch landed on the ice block at Fang Yu's side, instantly shattering it into fragments.

Which scattered all over the ground.

Fang Yu threw a punch of his own.

Bang!

Carl took several steps back.

A dent appeared on his chest, but it quickly returned to normal.

Fang Yu, with a squint in his eyes, said: "You're still far from being able to fight and brawl with me..."

"Is that so?"

Carl's voice turned icy cold, "In such an environment, even if you are protected by Vast Righteous Energy, my body is invincible..."

Bang, bang, bang!

The two sides engaged in intense combat.

Like a martial arts film from the last century from Hong Kong or Taiwan.

Back and forth.

After several exchanges, Fang Yu suddenly said, "Iron Fist King, you love this feeling of direct, fist-to-flesh combat!"

He caught a weakness and threw another punch.

Bang!

Carl's feet gripped the ground tightly, but due to the force of the punch, he slid backward.

With a single palm, he propped against the ground, lifted his gaze – staring at Fang Yu—

"It's time to end this boring primitive fight, Blood Soul Transformation!"

Carl's eyes turned a deep red!