Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Looking at the incredibly mystical formation in front of them, everyone’s pupils trembled violently, as if they had just seen a ghost.

No one expected Xu Wendong to set up such a mystical array with just a flick of his fingers!

Although they didn’t know the power of this array.

But one thing was obvious.

The more powerful the array, the more brilliant the light it emits!

The power of this array in front of them must be terrifyingly strong!

In an instant, exclamations of astonishment overflowed, and the waves of admiration echoed like tides through the mountains.

”Mr. Xu’s astonishing mastery of formations is truly unprecedented and unseen!” A young, brash loose cultivator couldn’t contain his inner shock, his eyes full of awe and admiration!

An elder couldn’t help but sigh: ”In the cultivation world, formation masters have always been as rare as phoenix feathers.”

”Those renowned, seasoned experts, every time they set up a formation, it requires exhaustive effort, consuming a lot of time and energy. Yet, even so, the final formation might not achieve such miraculous and exquisite perfection.”

”But Mr. Xu today has effortlessly, casually created such an earth-shattering masterpiece, a transcendent-to-saint technique that leaves those so-called experts far behind, truly unattainable!”

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement like pounding garlic, their eyes on Xu Wendong filled with respect and admiration beyond the initial trust in his strength, now almost fanatical reverence.

In this cultivation world where the strong are respected and strength is paramount, every extraordinary skill displayed by an expert is magnified by all as brilliantly as the stars.

Xu Wendong remained composed, as if frozen in the eternal cold, merely nodding slightly as a response to the overwhelming praise.

To him, setting up the formation before them was nothing but child’s play, just a wave of the hand!

He pondered silently; although this formation was already intricate enough, surely capable of luring the Blood Sect into the trap, to ensure absolute certainty, an additional ”ingredient” was needed.

With this in mind, Xu Wendong waved his robe sleeve, and an eye-piercing light instantly blossomed in his palm, like the rising sun, dispelling some of the surrounding gloom.

When everyone took a closer look, it turned out to be a top-grade immortal artifact longsword!

As soon as this immortal sword appeared, an overwhelming, vast pressure, as if it could devour the heavens and earth, surged around like a raging tide.

The runes on the immortal sword gleamed, the dazzling light almost blinding, as if proclaiming its ancient and formidable might honed over endless ages.

Each flicker of the runes seemed to contain the profound truths of the universe, mysterious and deep, causing one to feel as if they’re falling into an endless starry vortex, dizzy and overwhelmed.

Everyone felt their souls trembling under this pressure, their legs weakening, nearly falling to their knees in worship.

The loose cultivators with weaker cultivation levels looked pale as sweat poured down like rain, barely stabilizing themselves with all their might to avoid embarrassing themselves publicly.

”This... is this an immortal sword?”

The young, brash loose cultivator’s eyes widened, shock and disbelief full in his gaze, his voice hoarse and trembling with excessive excitement: ”I have heard that immortal swords are spiritual objects birthed by the heavens and earth, their emergence always causing storms in the cultivation world, with countless experts willing to spend a fortune and fight fiercely, even at the cost of their lives.”

”It’s such a blessing to behold Mr. Xu summon such a divine object today!”

An elder too was moved to tears, his turbid eyes glistening with tears of excitement and awe, murmuring with trembling lips: ”I’ve spent a lifetime navigating the cultivation world, having seen quite a few treasures, but in comparison to such an immortal sword, all pale like fireflies before the bright moon.”

”Mr. Xu’s capability in wielding such an immortal sword, his foundation and strength, are truly unfathomable. To follow him is fortune earned from deeds of past lives.”

Everyone’s exclamations and discussions blended into a symphony, echoing in the mountains for a long time.

Xu Wendong glanced around, observing everyone’s reactions, allowing a rare, faint smile to emerge on his cold face. Then his expression turned stern, and he said in a resonant voice: ”Everyone, don’t let the glow of this immortal artifact cloud your minds.”

”Though powerful, our current enemy is the Blood Sect. Don’t get distracted by it.”

With that, he lightly shook his wrist.

The immortal sword, as if possessing spiritual intelligence, slowly floated above the formation, resonating with the mysterious runes below.

The intertwined lights seemed to construct a chasm leading to the Jiuyou Purgatory, waiting for the Blood Sect members to come to their doom.

”Everyone, don’t be even slightly negligent.”

Xu Wendong’s gaze was bright and penetrating, scanning everyone sharply before saying in a resonant voice: ”The Blood Sect people are always treacherous, suspicious, and changeable. Although my formation is exquisitely flawless, we cannot allow even a hint of carelessness.”

”Next, follow the strategy we discussed earlier, use all your skills to conceal yourselves, and distribute evenly and orderly around, ensuring no sign of your presence leaks.”

”Once the Blood Sect shows up, all must remain calm and steady, do not panic, and follow my command. Any defiance will bear its own consequences!”

Everyone replied in unison, not daring to delay, quickly acting as instructed, each casting their best concealment techniques, blending into the surrounding forests like agile phantoms.

In an instant.

The mountaintop, slightly noisy just before, became as silent as death, as if utterly devoid of life, with only the formation, shimmering with mysterious ghostly light, standing proudly, like a patient hunter silently waiting for its prey.

Xu Wendong’s figure flickered and disappeared, like a black lightning, quietly hiding behind an ancient pine with Zhang Nian.

His gaze, almost tangible, pierced through the dense pine needles, staring unblinkingly down the mountain.

Meanwhile, he cautiously extended a wisp of spiritual sense, fully focused on detecting every move around him, with not even the slightest rustling of leaves escaping his senses.

”Master, why do you know so much? Whether it’s medicine, face reading, or formations, you are proficient in everything. Is there anything you can’t do in this world?” Zhang Nian looked at Xu Wendong with a face full of admiration.

Xu Wendong thought for a moment, then jested with a smile: ”I can’t give birth!”

Zhang Nian’s face reddened slightly, unable to resist saying: ”Of course, men can’t give birth, but if master wants to have children, I’d be willing to help you fulfill that dream.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Wendong almost spat out old blood and pouted: ”I can’t even bother to expose your lie. Do you really want to help me fulfill a dream? You just crave my body!”