Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1623: Chapter 1620: Holding One’s Head High

Within the Penglai Immortal Island Minor World.

Spiritual energy fills the air, resembling a dreamlike fairyland, a place where the strong from all clans gather, yet undercurrents flow, permeating the space with a subtle tension.

Canglan Yutian stands with hands behind his back, a smile full upon his face, yet in others’ eyes, this smile holds a deeper meaning and sharpness, his gaze akin to an arrow piercing straight at Xue Tu.

As he speaks, his voice like a giant bell, his words echo slowly in this space enveloped by spiritual power: ”Xue Tu, my friend, it has been a while. Look at this Immortal Realm, how the winds of change stir, many great clans rising and falling over time, truly makes one sigh in amazement.”

His tone shifts, he slightly lifts his head, with pride and satisfaction in his expression, raising his hand to point at his clansmen surrounding them, speaking boldly: ”Take my Canglan Immortal Clan, blessed by the ancestors, with steady progress and dedicated cultivation, we now possess deep foundations.”

”Speaking of Immortal Venerate Realm experts, though not claiming to dominate all clans, we boast eight, each seasoned by battles, overflowing with spiritual power, possessing extraordinary cultivation techniques; a single stomp could make a side of the world shudder thrice.”

After speaking, he pauses briefly, his gaze catching Xue Tu’s subtle change in expression, then raising his tone, increasingly high in spirits: ”Let alone those elite Immortal Emperor Realm, an impressive eighty-some, dazzling like stars in the galaxy, each capable of holding their own, guarding vital areas.”

”Gathered together, they form an invincible army that could overturn heaven and earth, shifting the tide of battle. Compared to this...”

He deliberately extends his tone, his smile increasingly playful: ”The Blood Clan in recent years seems a bit subdued, fame from the past still remains, yet the current number of real experts, tsk tsk, truly makes one lament.”

After speaking, he tilts his head back and laughs heartily, the laughter infused with spiritual power, causing the surrounding air to hum loudly, as if seeking to crack the space to showcase his might.

Xue Tu stands aside, his expression originally calm and serene, yet upon hearing Canglan Yutian’s blatant boasting and hidden mocking words, his mouth uncontrollably twitches hard, his face tight like a drawn bowstring.

Inwardly he reflects, having secluded himself for years, focused solely on strengthening the Blood Clan, believing that with four Immortal Venerate and several Immortal Emperor experts, they were by no means ordinary, enough to secure a foothold in the Immortal Realm.

Unexpectedly, the Canglan Immortal Clan, appearing neither prominent nor ostentatious, hides such profound reserves.

Those over eighty Immortal Emperor experts, like heavy stones, press against his chest, making him momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond.

Just as the atmosphere grows tense, awkwardly stalemated, the void seemingly torn by a pair of invisible giant hands, as light flickers, Mu Xizi leads Phantom Feather Clan experts into appearing out of nowhere, like heavenly soldiers.

Mu Xizi, with his white robe billowing, smiles faintly on his face as if a fresh breeze skims across a lake, rippling gentle waves, yet the slight upward curve of his lips carries a nuance that is intriguing.

His gaze briefly halts on Xue Tu, his voice warm yet robustly strong: ”Xue Tu, my friend, pleased to meet you.”

”Our Phantom Feather Clan have long dwelled in the Shadow Ghost Abyss, dedicated to honing skills, uninvolved with external affairs, outsiders might think our clan declining, yet unaware we have quietly amassed strength, now equally not to be underestimated.”

As he speaks, he elegantly waves a hand, gesturing to his clansmen behind him, his gaze consistently fixed on Xue Tu, with an increasingly profound smile, ”Immortal Venerate Realm experts, our clan also has eight, each deeply versed in the secrets of Netherworld Abyss spiritual power, able to wield the power of Ghost Abyss with mere gestures.”

”The sons of Immortal Emperor Realm number over eighty, they cultivate amidst swirling Yin energy, developing unique cultivation techniques, in battle they can catch adversaries completely off guard.”

His words carry both humble understatement and a subtle hint of matching the Canglan Immortal Clan in parallel contest.

In a moment.

The atmosphere grows increasingly delicate and complex, with top experts of three forces exchanging glances, creating even more undercurrents, as if a hidden game had already begun within this Penglai Fairy Island Minor World.

Xue Tu, forced by these successive ”displays of power”, feels his face flushing hot, his liver ablaze, his chest heaving heavily, suddenly raises his eyes, his gaze like a beast cornered at the end, revealing defiance and determination, biting his teeth in a cold laugh: ”Hmph, you two shouldn’t celebrate too early, though my Blood Clan currently falls behind in the number of high-level experts, you forget one crucial matter!”

Canglan Yutian and Mu Xizi, hearing this, have their smiles halted, their brows involuntarily raising, revealing a trace of doubt and vigilance.

Xue Tu perceives this, stands straight, slightly lifts his chin, folding his arms, his stance as if regaining confidence, emphatically stating: ”My Blood Clan now has an extremely strong asset, that is Xu Wendong! He is no ordinary person, he has now become our Blood Clan’s son-in-law, connected with our bloodline, sharing fortunes and woes.”

Canglan Yutian frowned, sneering dismissively: ”A young boy, how big a wave can he make? Even with some skill, how could he outweigh the numbers of tangible experts?”

Mu Xizi, on the side, also nodded in agreement, his eyes full of disapproval.

Xue Tu’s lips form a playful smile: ”Perhaps you are too oblivious, haven’t noticed the divine beside my daughter?”

”What?”

Mu Xizi and Canglan Yutian’s pupils tremble suddenly, their eyes uniformly revealing a look of panic.

”That guy is your Blood Clan’s son-in-law?” Canglan Yutian looks at Xue Tu in shock, clearly not having expected Xu Wendong to be the Blood Clan’s son-in-law.

Mu Xizi also feels his scalp tingling, having seen Xu Wendong before, yet not even in his dreams did he imagine that guy would be the Blood Clan’s son-in-law.

Seeing the shock on their faces, Xue Tu’s lips curve into a mocking arc, his gaze flashing with a sense of pride: ”Xu Wendong is bestowed with the blood of Emperor Pangu, having already broken through shackles, stepped into the divine ranks, becoming a genuine god!”

”With this alone, his individual might is enough to shake heaven and earth, overturn the situation.”

”Yet even so, in front of the old I, he respectfully must call me father-in-law!”

”He is truly an Acquired God?” Canglan Yutian looks at Xue Tu in alarm, a giant wave surging within his heart.

Mu Xizi’s lips tremble: ”Can a person indeed become a god?”

To them, a god represents a lofty existence, worldly divine positions are limited, one often cannot break the shackles in their lifetime as a mortal.

Yet who would have thought, the young man seen previously would actually be an ’Acquired God’.

This overturns their understanding of the world.

Xue Tu, full of pride: ”Perhaps others cannot, but our son-in-law bears the destiny and fortune endowed upon him, a Child of Destiny, having broken through shackles, becoming a god!”

These words, akin to a thunderbolt on flat land, echo explosively within the Penglai Immortal Island Minor World.

Canglan Yutian and Mu Xizi look at Xue Tu with complex emotions.

They envy the Blood Clan’s extraordinary fortune, to be intimately connected with a newly ascended deity.

Regretting their earlier arrogance and prideful boasting, entirely unaware of the Blood Clan hiding such a critical trump card.

In this Immortal Realm, though gods and immortals differ by one character, they are worlds apart.

No matter how numerous the high-ranking immortals, in the face of the supreme might of gods transgressing into saintliness and wielding the power of laws, they are as insignificant as ants...