Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Xu Wendong returned to Sect Master Peak, walking swiftly towards his room.

His eyes showed an impatient eagerness; tonight, he was determined to immerse himself wholly in the research of Fourth Grade Netherworld Talismans.

Originally, he was still yearning to study Fifth Grade Netherworld Talismans, his mind flooded with the image of the Netherworld Talisman effortlessly engraved by the Painting Saint earlier—the power was simply astoundingly beyond imagination.

But who could have thought that it was merely a Fifth Grade Netherworld Talisman?

Unfortunately, Xu Wendong currently did not have any Fifth Grade Talisman Paper in hand.

Otherwise, with his disposition, he would have surely tried to replicate it without hesitation, personally experiencing the birth of that powerful force.

However, observing the Painting Saint’s process of engraving Netherworld Talismans had already benefited Xu Wendong immensely.

He knew deeply that the essence of Nether Talisman Dao ultimately was a rigorous test of the Divine Soul.

The stronger the Divine Soul, the easier it becomes to engrave Netherworld Talismans.

Xu Wendong felt that his Divine Soul was exceedingly formidable, making his initial contact with the Nether Talisman Dao quite smooth.

Besides, the host of his body was already quite proficient in Nether Talisman Dao, only disadvantaged by being trapped in the Lin Family, unable to access higher-grade Netherworld Talismans, thus burying his skills.

And now, Xu Wendong finally greeted this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

In the room, it was silent and still, only the rustling sound of Xu Wendong turning pages.

He sat at the desk, focused, flipping through several ancient books carefully selected from the Scripture Hall in his hand.

These ancient books were yellowed with age, exuding an aura of antiquity, densely recording numerous methods of engraving Netherworld Talismans.

However, the moment he opened the ancient book and prepared to study meticulously, the disdainful voice of the Painting Saint suddenly echoed in his mind: ”Hmph, just a few rolls of useless paper, can these also be called Netherworld Talismans?”

Upon hearing this voice, Xu Wendong couldn’t help but frown slightly, a hint of helplessness on his face.

He knew well that although the Heavenly Nether Sect was renowned in the Heavenly Nether Domain, it could only be considered a mere speck on the grand stage of the Netherworld.

The Netherworld Talismans they collected only reached the level of Fourth Grade at best.

And for the Painting Saint who could casually engrave Fifth Grade Netherworld Talismans, such things naturally didn’t meet his standards and were regarded as trivial by him.

”Senior Painting Saint, why not offer me some guidance?” Xu Wendong’s eyes gleamed as he spoke with a smile.

He held the Painting Saint Carving Knife, which happened to still contain a strand of the Painting Saint’s Divine Soul.

Given such favorable conditions, why shouldn’t he exploit the situation and simply have the Painting Saint personally instruct him?

”You? Worthy?” The Painting Saint’s reply was filled with arrogance, his tone brimming with disdain for Xu Wendong.

In his eyes, Xu Wendong was merely an insignificant character, hardly worth his time and energy to mentor.

Seeing this situation, Xu Wendong wasn’t angry; he maintained a calm appearance, with a slight smile, ”Could it be that Senior Painting Saint feels at a loss, so outright refuses to teach me?”

”Kid, are you trying to provoke me?”

”It’s useless.”

”I’ve long seen through your trickery, don’t even think about making me teach you.” The Painting Saint’s voice was full of disdain, having witnessed countless storms and many kinds of people throughout his long years.

To the Painting Saint, Xu Wendong’s little tricks were no more than child’s play, easily discernible and never enough to deceive him.

Xu Wendong feigned helplessly, shrugging his shoulders indifferently, continuing, ”Indeed, Senior Painting Saint’s Eyes of Golden Flame are formidable, but regrettably, they are still not as good as the Netherworld Emperor.”

”Oh well, even with the study of Nether Talisman Dao, it won’t make me a match for the Netherworld Emperor. I might as well directly pursue the path of the Netherworld Emperor, as it is stronger than yours by far.”

After speaking, as if making a firm resolution, he casually tossed aside the ancient book in his hand, then turned and sat cross-legged on the ground, beginning to cultivate on his own.

The Painting Saint was displeased by these words, instantly transforming into a dazzling golden figure, appearing out of thin air beside Xu Wendong.

A mysterious and magical aura emanated from him, as if carrying an ancient and powerful force, inciting involuntary reverence in others.

Then, the Painting Saint raised a hand, and a Netherworld Talisman quickly formed at his fingertips.

However, this Netherworld Talisman didn’t seem to possess any attacking capabilities; it was more like a demonstration.

”Hmph, kid, you say that and this Saint is displeased! What do you mean by learning Nether Talisman Dao, not being a match for the Netherworld Emperor?”

”What is that Netherworld Emperor? He’s nothing but rotten fish and shrimp! If it weren’t for him obtaining the Three-Life Stone Fragment at that time, I could easily have killed him!”

The Painting Saint roared angrily, his voice filled with fury and indignation.

Back in the day, he roamed the Netherworld with formidable prestige—how glorious?

Now compared to the Netherworld Emperor by Xu Wendong, implied to be lesser than the Emperor, how could he endure?

Then, the Painting Saint shouted at Xu Wendong, ”You don’t want to learn? This Saint will just have to teach you in spite! Look closely, this is the Peak of Fourth Grade Netherworld Talisman, Gold Chaos!”

”You have three shichen to replicate it; if you can, this Saint will accept you as my disciple. If not, you’re too untalented to ever be taught by this Saint again!”

Xu Wendong was overjoyed inside, though outwardly calm.

After acquiring the Painting Saint Carving Knife, he extensively investigated matters related to the Painting Saint.

The earth-shattering battle between the Painting Saint and the Netherworld Emperor had caused a huge stir throughout the Netherworld.

Though the specifics of the battle remained unknown, the outcome was brutal–the Painting Saint was defeated, perishing, while the Netherworld Emperor, although severely wounded, managed to survive.

This alone was enough to prove that the Netherworld Emperor had a slight edge in strength over the Painting Saint.

But the Painting Saint was proud throughout his life, never conceding defeat. The stubbornness rooted in his bones made him never compromise with anyone.

Xu Wendong precisely grasped this trait of Painting Saint’s character, thus deliberately using the Netherworld Emperor to provoke him, forcing the Painting Saint to teach him.

”Gold Chaos?” Xu Wendong murmured softly, his gaze firmly fixed on the mysterious glowing Netherworld Talisman before him.

At the moment, the Painting Saint was merely in the state of a remnant spirit, unable to continuously exert Divine Soul Power, and the runes he engraved weren’t inscribed on Talisman Paper, therefore, naturally lacking actual power.

Yet, merely observing these runes was enough to deeply shock Xu Wendong.

The Painting Saint’s Netherworld Talismans, in their exquisite intricacy, were simply beyond imagination.

The Thunder Roaring Hundred Feet Talisman that Xu Wendong initially encountered already seemed quite profound to him, but compared to Gold Chaos, it was still a minor effort facing a grand spectacle—far from comparable.

As Xu Wendong earnestly comprehended, wisps of Yin Energy slowly erupted from his body.

That Yin Energy, like agile spirits, circled and danced around his body.

The Painting Saint’s silhouette watched quietly, his originally indifferent eyes unconsciously showing a hint of curiosity.