The Urban Medical Martial Immortal

Nanyang Inn.

A thousand-year-old inn, still retaining its complete ancient charm.

Under the dim light of a large lantern.

Ye Tianzhe’s old face, was filled with difficulty and panic.

The guest from Fuxiang Island, Peng Jialuo!

He knows!

That is a terrifying existence he absolutely cannot afford to offend!

But right now.

Box number one is gone, he is exceedingly troubled and uneasy!

Afraid that because of it, he might neglect Lin Tian!

If he becomes enraged, he cannot afford such consequences!

His very life might be at stake!

To him, old monsters like Golden Core Great Cultivators, which of them doesn’t have a peculiar personality?

Thinking back, if he had managed to escape smoothly earlier, he and Ying Zimei wouldn’t have realized they were only a brush away from a Golden Core Ancestor!

Lin Tian naturally noticed the reaction on Ye Tianzhe’s face.

He smiled and said, ”Is the guest a friend of yours? Since it’s a friend, you ought to greet them! As for the box, there’s no need. I’ll be staying just a while, and leave once dawn breaks!”

Saying this, Lin Tian couldn’t help but turn his head toward the inside of the inn.

At the far end of the first floor.

There’s a screen partition with a balcony.

From there, one can see the faintly shimmering lake outside at night, and the swaying little bamboo grove.

The environment is rather serene and elegant.

”I’ll sit there, have a few cups of tea, and head to Taian City at dawn!”

Lin Tian pointed inside and said to Ye Tianzhe, ”Go ahead, take care of your own matters!”

”Thank you, Mr. Lin, for your understanding!”

Seeing Lin Tian so accommodating, he felt both pleasantly surprised and grateful, saying, ”This old man shall go up to greet Elder Peng, and then accompany Mr. Lin again!”

After that.

He instructed Ying Zimei and Qian Jingliang to stay below and properly accompany Lin Tian with his tea.

The two dared not be neglectful, respectfully remaining and leading Lin Tian to the screen partition inside.

The inn was virtually devoid of guests late at night.

But twenty-four hours, there were attendants available.

Regarding this place.

Lin Tian was not familiar, so he directly let Ying Zimei order tea and food.

He didn’t mind whatever was served.

However.

The accompanying Ying Zimei and Qian Jingliang seemed rather restrained.

Especially the two.

As Lin Tian looked at the lake and bamboo grove outside, they whispered together quietly.

It’s unknown what Ying Zimei said.

When Lin Tian turned back, he found Qian Jingliang had a more reverent gaze toward himself, with a hint of fear.

”What background does that Fuxiang Island have?”

Lin Tian glanced at the two and casually asked.

”Well, Mr. Lin, I... I don’t know either!”

Seeing Lin Tian’s gaze on him, Qian Jingliang trembled and quickly replied, ”It’s just that I saw my master’s very respectful attitude toward that Senior, suggesting an extraordinary background.”

Speaking of which.

Qian Jingliang paused, turned to Ying Zimei, and said.

”Ying, do you know that Senior?”

In fact.

Qian Jingliang was older than Ying Zimei in age.

He entered Lii Ze’s sect earlier to cultivate Martial Arts.

But, in terms of talent, he was somewhat lacking.

Compared to Ying Zimei’s near half-step Master cultivation, Qian Jingliang’s was only at Earth-level Early Stage Martial Artist.

Therefore.

He held some respect toward Ying Zimei.

Especially since her master was the Peak Martial Venerate, Ye Tianzhe!

”I know!”

Ying Zimei nodded slightly, then respectfully said to Lin Tian, ”Mr. Lin, I heard my master mention that Fuxiang Island is a very mysterious Immortal Mountain Sect on the eastern sea of East Mountain Province! The senior from above has an unusual status!”

Fuxiang Island?

So it’s a Cultivation Sect!

Lin Tian understood why Ye Tianzhe showed difficulty earlier.

The person appearing was at least a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, possibly even a Golden Core Cultivator.

Otherwise, Ye Tianzhe wouldn’t be so intimidated.

”It’s Peng Jialuo then, just let your master handle it!”

Lin Tian nodded with a smile and said, ”If you need to get busy or rest, feel free to leave, you don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be off soon!”

Time was already reaching three or four in the morning, almost dawn.

”That wouldn’t do!”

Ying Zimei shook her head quickly and said, ”We don’t have anything else to tend to right now, so it’s perfect to accompany you with tea!”

They were previously instructed by Ye Tianzhe to accompany Lin Tian, so they dared not leave on their own.

Besides.

To engage and interact with such a prominent figure, Ying Zimei was eager!

”Who just casually named my master?”

Suddenly, a cold voice demanded from outside the screen.

The moment the words fell.

A young man dressed in a black, archaic long shirt stepped in.

However.

His black ancient attire wasn’t the rustic type.

Instead, it featured a modern fashion trend, initially striking a contemporary vibe, then appearing avant-garde with no sense of discord.

”Mr. Tan!”

Qian Jingliang’s expression changed slightly upon seeing the youth, and he quickly stood up, greeting respectfully.

Meanwhile, he tugged at Ying Zimei beside him, softly saying, ”This is Senior Peng’s disciple, Tan Pucheng, also a Cultivation Taoist, very strong!”

”Mr. Tan!”

Ying Zimei dared not be neglectful, quickly standing up as well.

Lin Tian sipped the tea in front of him, nodded appreciatively, glanced at the young man, and then ignored him.

Tan Pucheng, having seen the respectful demeanor of Ying Zimei and Qian Jingliang, was very satisfied.

However, he didn’t recognize Ying Zimei, who seemed unfamiliar, asking, ”Is she Ye Tianzhe’s disciple?”

Her master’s name casually invoked by this youth, Ying Zimei pursed her lips, slightly irked.

If it were Lin Tian.

He might have understood it as natural!

At least Lin Tian’s demonstrated strength was unimaginably remarkable.

But Tan Pucheng, despite having strength comparable to her master!

”Mr. Tan, she is Senior Ye’s disciple, Ying Zimei!”

Qian Jingliang dared not delay, hurriedly replied.

Tan Pucheng nodded slightly, then noticed Lin Tian, who didn’t stand, gazing leisurely outside, his expression immediately growing somber.

”Who is he?”

Pointing at Lin Tian, Tan Pucheng asked Qian Jingliang sternly.

”Mr. Tan, this is... Mr. Lin!”

Ying Zimei furrowed her brows, hesitated briefly, and finally replied.

Mr. Lin?

Tan Pucheng’s expression darkened, sneering, ”What does he count as, daring to call himself ’Mr.’ in front of me! Moreover, it was him who casually named my master just now, right?”

”Mr. Tan...”

Ying Zimei’s expression froze, her face showing some difficulty.

She really wanted to urge Tan Pucheng not to offend Lin Tian, fearing trouble might ensue.

Yet Tan Pucheng was the disciple of Senior Peng, she couldn’t afford to offend him.

Instantly.

She was caught in a dilemma!

”I was the one who said it!”

Lin Tian turned his head, looked at Tan Pucheng, and calmly said, ”Is there a problem?”