Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Xu Wendong paid no attention to the Painting Saint, instead carefully searching the nearby mountains and forests.

The Nether Ruins are vast and boundless, yet the number of people entering this time is considerable, and everyone was randomly transmitted here.

He calculated inwardly, thinking that in the vicinity, there should be quite a few people.

If he could find them, wouldn’t it mean free labor?

Besides, he was eager to find Li Jiayin and Zhao Ying’er, so wouldn’t this be killing two birds with one stone?

Otherwise, blindly digging in the mountains would not only be a waste of time, but Li Jiayin and Zhao Ying’er might also encounter danger.

Soon, Xu Wendong noticed some movement at the foot of the mountain.

A black and a white figure swiftly shuttled through the mountains and forests, with the white figure chasing the black figure, agile as a specter.

Seeing this, Xu Wendong immediately crouched down, hiding in the dense grass, quietly channeling the power of Xuanming Concealment Skill, completely concealing his presence, merging with the surrounding environment.

The two were chasing fiercely, and upon closer inspection, it was the person in white pursuing the person in black.

”Song Qing, today you have no wings to escape!” The person in white behind had cold and ruthless eyes, like a starving wolf in the cold night, holding a large knife in hand, with Sword Qi radiating dazzlingly from the blade.

Judging from the aura emitted by him, his Cultivation Level has reached the Seventh Level of Tongyou Realm!

As for the black-clad man fleeing desperately ahead, he merely had the Sixth Level Cultivation of Tongyou Realm.

Usually, Song Qing’s strength might barely deal with ordinary disciples of the Three Great Forces in the Heavenly Nether Domain, possibly even gaining the upper hand.

But now he faced Leng Shan, the Heavenly Pride of the Da Yin Dynasty, with the gap in strength like a chasm.

”Leng Shan, why do you chase me relentlessly?” Song Qing shouted angrily and unwillingly while escaping in a sorry state: ”Your Liufeng Sacred Land is rich beyond compare, what does it matter if I took a few treasures?”

”Moreover, I found them first, isn’t it common sense for first come first served?”

As Song Qing spoke, he emitted thick auras, trying to accelerate his escape to shake off the pursuer behind, but Leng Shan stuck to him like glue, relentlessly.

”Hmph, first come first served?” Leng Shan sneered disdainfully upon hearing Song Qing, ”Is this your first day in the Netherworld?”

”Since when are rules like that followed here?”

”The strong reign, and only a hard fist is the real rule!” With that, he slashed forward fiercely, the large knife in his hand drawing a sharp arc, a powerful Sword Qi roaring forth towards Song Qing.

At this moment, Song Qing was already exhausted, his steps unsteady.

Faced with the swift and thunderous Sword Qi, he widened his eyes in horror, instinctively trying to evade.

Yet his legs felt like lead, too heavy to move.

He lamented inwardly, knowing well he was unlikely to dodge this deadly strike.

”Stop!”

At the critical moment, Xu Wendong suddenly emerged from the grass, wielding the Mountain Splitting River Breaking Axe, fiercely smashing towards the Sword Qi.

”Ding”

A loud crash, like a bell tolling, the Sword Qi flew off instantly, colliding heavily with the nearby mountain, stones crumbling, dust flying.

”Who is it?” Leng Shan’s eyes flashed, full of astonishment.

He never expected that in this deserted place, someone else was hidden, and this person could easily block his full-strength Sword Qi.

Seeing the Sword Qi blocked, Song Qing’s previously hopeless face showed a hint of life, he quickly bowed to Xu Wendong, ”Thank you, fellow Daoist, for saving me. Your great kindness today, Song Qing will never forget. I will surely repay it someday.” Saying

that, Song Qing intended to turn and flee again.

Xu Wendong’s expression darkened, eyes flashing with displeasure.

He hadn’t saved him just to let Song Qing leave so easily.

With a thought, a strand of Soul Power shot out like a thread, accurately locking onto Song Qing.

Song Qing immediately felt an invisible force constraining him, his body stiffening, unable to move.

Confused, he turned to Xu Wendong and asked, ”What do you mean by this?”

”Song Qing, have you lost your mind?” Leng Shan laughed grimly, face full of contempt: ”Can’t you see this kid never intended to let you go?”

”I’m not interested in knowing what relation or enmity exists between you two,” Xu Wendong said calmly, ”It’s said saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I saved you, yet you intend to leave just like that, isn’t it inappropriate?”

Upon hearing this, Song Qing’s eyes flashed with cold light, inwardly alert.

He sensed that the man who appeared suddenly might be more formidable than Leng Shan behind.

Despite inner killing intent, Song Qing concealed his emotions flawlessly.

He calmly bowed, voice full of confidence, ”Rest assured, I will repay this favor in the future.”

”However, now isn’t the time for lengthy discussions,” he spoke as if fully capable of fulfilling his promise.

”I don’t care about timing,” Xu Wendong replied irritably, eyes flashing with impatience.

Holding his axe, Soul Power surged around him, not inferior to Leng Shan, though he had only Third Level Cultivation. He scanned Song Qing and Leng Shan back and forth, ”I have a task, perhaps you two could accompany me?”

The Painting Saint remained hidden, quietly observing.

Upon hearing Xu Wendong’s words, he immediately understood, secretly mocking, ”This kid plans to grab strong men to labor and dig for treasures for him!”

Xu Wendong knew that with his skills, digging that big mountain wasn’t difficult, but too time-consuming.

Grabbing two ”black slaves” for help was a time-saving and efficient idea.

”Ha ha ha, you’re hilarious,” Leng Shan sneered, sarcasm twisting his lips, arrogance in his eyes, ”Judging by your look, you don’t seem from the Seven Great Forces, perhaps a native of the Heavenly Nether Domain?”

”Just a mere native, daring to speak to us like this, you’re asking for death!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Shan attacked fiercely, his large knife wrapped in icy chill, slicing straight at Xu Wendong like lightning.

Knife light flashed, cold beams revealing, terrifying Sword Qi on the verge of reaching Xu Wendong’s forehead.

Facing the deadly strike, Xu Wendong remained calm, unhurried.

He quickly lifted the Mountain Splitting River Breaking Axe, accurately meeting the strand of Sword Qi.

”Ding,” a crisp sound, the Sword Qi shattered instantly, dissipating into threads in the air.

Soul Power surged in Xu Wendong’s hand, his aura no less than Leng Shan, despite only Third Level Cultivation, he showed no fear.

”What?” Leng Shan’s pupils shrunk, filled with shock.

He couldn’t imagine, Xu Wendong’s mere Third Level Cultivation could effortlessly withstand his full-strength strike.

Even Song Qing at the side showed surprise, expecting Xu Wendong doomed, yet unexpectedly he resolved it so lightly.