Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Gu Lingtong threw his head back and burst into loud laughter.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, echoing through the air and making everyone’s eardrums ache.

Just moments ago, he had still been secretly guessing whether Wu Tianxiong really planned to let Xu Wendong off.

But he never expected Xu Wendong to be so ”overconfident,” taking the initiative to provoke him; now he truly was courting death, and could blame no one else.

”Brat, today I’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed for three months!” Wu Tianxiong’s eyes bulged wide, his gaze sharp as a torch.

Xu Wendong’s lips curled slightly, his face full of disdain. He let out a cold snort and said, ”The person who can make me unable to get out of bed for three months hasn’t been born yet. Even if such a person does exist, they’d have to be some Heavenly Immortal beauty of a figure—no way it’d be a thick-necked, muscle-brained oaf like you.”

Those words were like a stone tossed into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand ripples among the surrounding disciples.

Many disciples’ faces instantly turned red; their lips clamped tight as they forcibly held back their laughter, looking as if they’d swallowed something impossible to digest, unbearably uncomfortable.

They snuck glances at Wu Tianxiong, thinking to themselves that if not for their fear of his authority and concern for his dignity, they would have already burst into uproarious laughter.

However, when these words fell into Wu Tianxiong’s ears, they were like a sharp dagger stabbing straight into his heart.

In an instant, his eyes turned bloodshot; he was like a maddened beast, his entire body trembling violently, his clenched fists turning bone white, fingernails almost digging into his palms.

”You dare insult me?” Wu Tianxiong ground his teeth, squeezing the words out between them, his furious roar seeming as if it would shatter the very air.

”You call that an insult? You think you deserve that much?” Xu Wendong showed not a hint of fear. A glint of resolve flashed in his eyes as he thrust out his hand and grabbed at the air; a streak of black light flashed, and the imposing Mountain Splitting River Breaking Axe appeared in his grasp.

Since it was going to be a serious fight, he would naturally go all out. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit—Xu Wendong would never give his opponent the slightest opening.

The two faced off, their Soul Power fluctuations like ripples spreading across the surface of a tranquil lake, continuously radiating outward.

Strands of Yin Energy howled out from their bodies, intertwining and spiraling in midair, forming a veil of black gloom. The weaker disciples around them felt a wave of cold seep into their bones and couldn’t help retreating several steps, their eyes filled with fear and awe.

”Shoo—”

In a flash, Wu Tianxiong struck first.

His figure flickered, like a bolt of black lightning. At some point, a long spear had appeared in his hand.

The spear’s shaft was jet black and gleaming, its tip flashing with a cold light as though it could pierce the very heavens.

Wu Tianxiong himself was like a ferocious giant beast, brandishing the spear and charging at Xu Wendong with unstoppable momentum.

”Crap, Brother Wu’s going all out. From the look of it, he might actually kill Lin Mo!”

”But... Lin Mo is at least a disciple of the Sect Master Peak. If something really happens, what are we onlookers supposed to do?”

The crowd was shocked and panicked, whispering among themselves, their faces full of worry and fear.

Their gazes darted back and forth between Wu Tianxiong and Xu Wendong, silently praying that nothing disastrous would happen.

Even Gu Lingtong was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

He had only wanted Wu Tianxiong to give Xu Wendong a lesson, to knock down his arrogance a notch, but he never imagined things would escalate to such an uncontrollable degree!

At that critical moment.

Xu Wendong reacted swiftly. Gripping the Mountain Splitting River Breaking Axe with both hands, he let out a shout and swung it fiercely at Wu Tianxiong.

The axe traced a sweeping arc through the air, kicking up a black whirlwind as if it was going to cleave the entire world in two.

The two were like needle versus awl, clashing head-on, neither willing to give an inch!

For a moment, the air was thick with the scent of gunpowder.

Right then, a clear shout like a lark emerging from the valley suddenly broke the tense, drawn-bow atmosphere.

”What are you doing?” Li Jiayin hurried out from the Treasure Hall, tightly clutching the medicinal herbs she had just collected in her hand.

Her willow brows were knitted, her eyes filled with anger and anxiety. She quickly stepped between the two and stretched out her arms to block them.

Seeing this, a trace of reluctance flashed across Wu Tianxiong’s eyes, but he still drew back at once. His spear carved a neat arc through the air and came to a steady halt at his side.

Xu Wendong also took the opportunity to put away the Mountain Splitting River Breaking Axe. The axe seemed to sense its master’s mood, trembling slightly a few times before falling quiet.

”What a pity. I was planning to use this chance to test the power of my Yin Fire. Maybe I could’ve flattened that Wu Tianxiong in a single move.” A hint of regret appeared on Xu Wendong’s face.

Li Jiayin had appeared far too timely, causing him to miss a perfect chance to show off.

”Jiayin, this brat disrespected my master and even openly provoked me. I must teach him a lesson today!” Wu Tianxiong’s face was flushed with anger, veins bulging on his forehead as he shouted.

He was ranked second among the Heavenly Nether Sect disciples, yet today, in front of everyone, he’d been unable to do anything to Xu Wendong. If word of this spread, how was he supposed to hold his head up in the Sect? Where would his dignity be?

”Is that so? Who ends up teaching whom is still up in the air.” Xu Wendong’s lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes brimming with contempt for Wu Tianxiong.

Seeing the two still bickering back and forth, Li Jiayin only felt a throbbing headache.

Her delicate brows arched sharply, her gaze carrying an unmistakable authority as she said coldly to Wu Tianxiong, ”If my junior brother has done anything wrong, my father will punish him himself. It’s not your place to teach him!”

”Wu Tianxiong, if my junior brother so much as loses a single hair today, I’ll hold you personally responsible!” Her clear, ringing voice was like one heavy hammer blow after another, pounding on Wu Tianxiong’s heart.

Hearing this, Wu Tianxiong instantly deflated like a punctured bladder, shrinking his neck, a flicker of fear passing through his eyes.

His feelings for Li Jiayin were no secret in the Sect; everyone knew about them. Yet Li Jiayin treated his affection as if it didn’t exist.

No matter how he tried to please her or curry favor, he never got the slightest response from Li Jiayin, leaving him both resentful and helpless.

Li Jiayin turned around and looked at Xu Wendong, her eyes full of reproach.

”If something happens, you could just tell your senior sister. Why insist on doing it yourself?”

”Your hand is already injured. If you keep getting into conflicts with others, won’t your wound only get worse?”

As she spoke, she gently reached out and took Xu Wendong’s hand in her own.

Her movements were soft and careful, as if she were cradling an incomparably precious treasure.

This scene left everyone present dumbfounded.

Rumor had it that Li Jiayin was the Heavenly Nether Sect’s ”Iceberg Beauty.” Aside from Cultivation, she was indifferent to everything, let alone matters between men and women.

Yet now she was actually grabbing a man’s hand of her own accord in front of everyone—how could that not be shocking?

Looking at Xu Wendong’s hand, which was like a withered skeleton, Li Jiayin felt a sharp pain in her heart, her face full of distress.

This was all because he had saved her father, Li Lingtian, that he’d ended up like this.

”I’ve already gotten some Golden Healing Ointment to mend your injury. I’ll put it on for you right now.” Li Jiayin said softly, her voice tinged with a slight catch.

She carefully took a small box of ointment from her robes and gently opened it. Dipping her finger in a bit, she began to apply it to Xu Wendong’s hand.

Her motions were gentle and focused, her eyes filled with concern, as if the entire world had shrunk to just the two of them.

When had the Heavenly Nether Sect disciples ever seen Li Jiayin like this?

Their eyes were wide, their mouths hanging open, expressions full of disbelief.

Watching this, Wu Tianxiong’s jealousy burned even hotter, his eyes practically spitting fire.

The woman he loved was actually applying medicine so tenderly for another man.

This hurt more than killing him...