Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Ye Wenjun felt puzzled; she didn't understand why Xie Daoyun would pose such a question.

Since it was asked, there was no point in avoiding it.

So she answered earnestly, "Of course I hope that you can recover your strength..."

Upon hearing this.

Xie Daoyun suddenly turned around, her pair of cold eyes fixed on Ye Wenjun.

This made Ye Wenjun involuntarily retreat several steps, her heart starting to panic.

Ye Wenjun was a bit stunned.

She felt that Xie Daoyun's emotions were a bit off... but she didn't know why.

Finally.

Xie Daoyun gazed at Ye Wenjun and said, "Do you know... there can only be one Hall Master of the Ice Divine Temple?"

Ye Wenjun suddenly understood.

Looking at Xie Daoyun, she said, "If Sister Daoyun wants to be this Hall Master, I will let you have it!"

"You have successfully received the Divine Statue's baptism... The Divine Statue's power is within you, and the hall that comes from Ancient Times is mysterious and bears dangerous Restriction Power. Only the person who has received the Divine Statue's baptism has the most qualification to sit there..." Xie Daoyun enunciated each word.

"What of it? This Divine Hall is mysterious in essence. It is unknown whether it's friend or foe. Now that we reside here, although I have received the Divine Statue's baptism, but... it's alright for you to be the Hallmaster. Besides, Sister Daoyun, you too have undergone the Divine Statue's baptism!" Ye Wenjun said.

"No..."

Xie Daoyun still stubbornly clung to her viewpoint, and sighing deeply, she looked out at the night sky, her thoughts drifting far away, "I once swore to my emperor... In this life, there would be only one Ice Divine Hall Master by his side, constant unto death, for eternity."

Upon hearing this.

Ye Wenjun's heart skipped a beat.

The room became exceptionally silent.

"This emperor... must be the Dragon Emperor, right?" Ye Wenjun's voice grew faint.

"Yes."

"But... Fang Yu, he is not the Dragon Emperor," Ye Wenjun said.

"He is the Dragon Emperor."

"He's not."

"He is... He gave the Water Cold Sword to you, he knows all of the Dragon Emperor's Heavenly Rank Combat Skills! He possesses the Dragon Emperor's Dragon Trace Armor! All of these prove that he is the Dragon Emperor!" Xie Daoyun asserted.

Xie Daoyun's words were stated with an indisputable certainty, somewhat aggressive.

This didn't seem like the demeanor of an Ice God.

But more like a girl green with jealousy.

For whatever reason.

Ye Wenjun still said, "Sister Daoyun... there are some things, you already know in your heart, why bother deceiving yourself. Obsession that runs too deep will only harm yourself... As a woman, I believe, no one understands the Dragon Emperor better than you. His manners, his every little thing... The difference between Fang Yu and him must be significant, right?!"

These words.

It was like breaking the sky open.

Xie Daoyun staggered, always having difficulty getting past this hurdle...

Although Fang Yu had tried to persuade her.

She still habitually saw Fang Yu as the Dragon Emperor.

Only that way could she find a slight sense of belonging.

"Sister Daoyun... this thing is called the Twin Lotus. It is something Fang Yu acquired from a Secret Realm. When he returned, I smelled the blood on him, not the blood from slaughter, but his own blood that had spilled, staining his clothes... You know his strength, a Secret Realm that could injure Fang Yu must be perilous. But still, he brought the Twin Lotus back." Ye Wenjun spoke unhurriedly, "I can feel that Fang Yu truly cares about you."

"Cares about me?"

Xie Daoyun laughed at herself, "Wenjun... in fact, it seems his heart only has room for you."

This time.

Ye Wenjun said nothing more.

Men and women, it is all but such matters.

Love and emotion, the plain and ordinary, life after life.

But earth-shattering, passionate love can't compare to the plain feelings of ordinary people.

After a long silence.

Ye Wenjun picked up the Twin Lotus and spoke indifferently, "Don't let Fang Yu's injuries be in vain."

Looking at the Twin Lotus, which from time to time emitted a lethal fragrance.

Xie Daoyun finally nodded.

Ye Wenjun was overjoyed.

She pulled her to sit down cross-legged.

Their palms came together.

With a "snap," the twin lotus flowers stuck to the center of her palms.

A white mist rose up.

Xie Daoyun smelled the fragrance and was greatly shaken in mind and spirit.

Their palms met.

...

At this moment,

Fang Yu stood up on the rooftop.

He said indifferently, "What are these two women talking about? Could it be... they were jealous just now?"

Fang Yu stroked his chin.

"Tsk tsk tsk... It's been a long time since this kind of situation has occurred. Alas, my charm is still there. Back in the day... when I was in school, those who fought over me were either the class beauty or the school beauty. Too bad, those days are long gone."

...

Another day passed, at Kunlun Mountain.

Inside the Kunlun Hall.

A man in a black robe, Ye Kurong, sat in the Dragon Chair, gazing ahead with profound eyes.

"It has been two days! The people you dispatched, Li Daochang, it has been a full two days, and they still haven't returned!"

Li Daochang shuddered all over and quickly said, "This man is the most capable underling by my side, his actions have always been very cautious, please believe in me, elder, he will definitely return!"

"Waste! It's only half a day's journey from Kunlun Mountain to Jiangzhou, and yet he has taken two days! I can feel... the Dragon Scale and Feng Yu are still in Jiangzhou! Even if he returns now, it will only prove that he hasn't brought these two items back!" said Ye Kurong.

"Perhaps... perhaps it's because the opponent is too powerful, and he had to return first to ask for reinforcements!" suggested Li Daochang.

Just then—

Outside the great hall, a figure staggered up.

The figure walked shakily towards them.

The crowd couldn't help but exclaim and look.

Isn't this Jiang Rufeng, the one who was sent?

Jiang Rufeng, with sweat all over his head, entered the hall and suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood.

Thud!

Jiang Rufeng knelt on the ground, pale-faced and said, "I am incompetent... please forgive me, elder!"

Ye Kurong looked at Jiang Rufeng skeptically, examined him for a while, and finally said, "You took the Elixir Pills I gave you, and advanced three major levels, your Realm is that of the Saint Constant Sand! The one who could hurt you must be no ordinary person! Who is he?"

"He... he... I do not recognize him!"

Jiang Rufeng spoke the truth, after all, he seldom went to the city.

"Waste!"

Ye Kurong stood up, "It seems that Jiangzhou is indeed home to crouching tigers and hidden dragons... even you are not entirely useless..."

Hearing this,

Jiang Rufeng's face lit up with joy.

Ye Kurong continued, "At least you have proven that there are masters in Jiangzhou!"

Suddenly,

Ye Kurong slapped towards him.

The black handprint, like a Life-taking Lock, banged against Jiang Rufeng's forehead.

Jiang Rufeng did not even have the ability to resist and was instantly killed.

The scene fell silent.

"Li Daochang, you dare keep such rubbish around!"

"I acknowledge my fault!" Li Daochang said, sweating profusely.

Ye Kurong snorted coldly and said, "I've already felt the approach of the power of our clan, tomorrow, at midnight, follow me to welcome our clansmen!"

"Yes!" said Li Daochang.

Ye Kurong lowered his arms and looked outside the hall.

"It's been eight thousand years... has the world forgotten the fear that our clan brought?!"