Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1706 - 1703: Something Happened

Noon the next day.

Xu Wendong was still lost in the tender embrace of last night’s warmth with Lin Yiren, his mind wandering in that enchanting dream, when suddenly the phone rang disruptively, urgently breaking the tranquility.

He glanced groggily at the screen, noticing it was Zhang Nian’s number, and instinctively frowned slightly before raising his hand to press the answer button.

"Master, something’s happened, come to the shop quickly!" Zhang Nian’s frantic voice instantly entered Xu Wendong’s ears, dispelling the remnants of his sleepiness.

With a slightly lazy and hoarse voice that carried the remnants of just waking up, he weakly asked, "What happened?"

In his heart, the Mystic Spirit Pavilion was protected by layers of defenses he had personally set. The words "Mystic Spirit Pavilion" were written by his own hand.

Within them lay a chilling and terrifying murderous intent and mysterious Daoist charm. Normally, anyone with ill intentions would be instantly deterred by this pressure, their souls scattering into the invisible.

So, he was truly baffled by what could cause Zhang Nian to be so flustered.

Zhang Nian asked anxiously, "Do you remember the Senior Li who gifted you the longsword yesterday? He’s now on the brink of death, collapsed at the Mystic Spirit Pavilion. If you delay any longer, he might not make it!"

Xu Wendong’s brow instantly furrowed, and the image of that middle-aged cultivator, Li Changfu, immediately came to mind.

He pondered silently, as Li Changfu seemed full of vitality yesterday, how he ended up in such a dire state overnight, collapsing at the front of his Mystic Spirit Pavilion.

However, none of that mattered.

What mattered was that he had accepted benefits from everyone last night, which was tantamount to a promise of protection. Both emotionally and rationally, he could not stand by indifferently.

"I’ll head back to the shop!" Xu Wendong replied concisely, hung up the phone, and his gaze instantly turned as cold and sharp as a drawn blade.

He gently and cautiously moved Lin Yiren’s arm from around him, as if fearing to disturb her beautiful dream, this peaceful and wonderful time.

Immediately after, he swiftly got up, his actions of getting dressed were swift and neat, and within moments he was ready.

Lin Yiren, as if sensing something, gradually woke up, her sleepy eyes gazing at Xu Wendong’s busy figure. In a soft and tender voice laden with sleepiness and sweetness, she asked softly, "Wendong, what’s the matter?"

Xu Wendong turned back, a quick flash of barely noticeable apology in his eyes, and replied softly, "Something urgent came up at the Mystic Spirit Pavilion; I have to go."

Lin Yiren nodded slightly, sitting up, as the quilt slid down to reveal her white shoulders as beautiful as sheep jade. She seemed completely oblivious, only filled with concern as she urged, "Be careful with everything."

Xu Wendong hurried on the road without a moment’s delay. Upon arriving at the Mystic Spirit Pavilion, a thick and pungent smell of blood assaulted, choking his nose and throat.

Looking up, he saw Li Changfu’s face, ashen and devoid of blood, his breath as weak as a dying flame flickering in the wind, lying on the ground near death.

His clothes were tattered and covered in blood, with wounds showing gruesome flesh, dark purple blood continuously oozing, clearly suffering from severe poisoning, and the situation was extremely dire.

Zhang Nian, beside him, was anxiously pacing like an ant on a hot pan, her hair disheveled, and sweat rolling down her forehead.

When she saw Xu Wendong appear, she quickly rushed over and said anxiously, "Master, you’re finally here! Senior Li suddenly burst in like this, and I panicked, having no idea what to do."

Xu Wendong maintained a calm and steady demeanor, like a towering mountain, raising a hand to indicate she should not be alarmed.

Then, he quickly squatted down, his long, well-defined fingers feeling Li Changfu’s pulse, holding his breath and concentrating intently.

Moments later, his brows furrowed deeply, like a ravine forming amidst deep mountains, deep and heavy.

The poison was too formidable, invading as tenaciously as the maggots on rotting bones, deeply rooted in the heart. Without immediate rescue, Li Changfu would surely perish in an instant.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Xu Wendong swiftly took out several highly treasured elixirs from his storage ring. Skillfully and expertly, he crushed them, then carefully applied them to the ghastly wounds.

Immediately after, he channeled the abundant True Qi within him, slowly infusing it into Li Changfu’s body, forcing the venom out.

With the continuous influx of Xu Wendong’s abundant True Qi, the paper-like pallor of Li Changfu’s face gradually gained some color, as if the winter branches welcomed a breath of life, slowly reviving.

He struggled to open his eyes, and upon seeing Xu Wendong, they instantly filled with gratitude. Weakly, he spoke, "Thank you, senior, for saving my life!"

Xu Wendong gazed at him, unable to stop himself from asking, "You clearly possess a Golden Core Middle Stage cultivation level, a rarity in Qingyuan, who in the world could injure you this severely?"

With every word, Li Changfu weakly replied as if using every last ounce of his strength, struggling against the Grim Reaper: "It was... an evil force called the Blood Sect."

"The Blood Sect has secretly been entrenched in the Qingyuan Cultivation Realm for years. Their methods are extremely ruthless, and their movements are elusive. Even the illustrious Master Wudao couldn’t find out their lair’s location."

Having said that, he erupted into violent coughing, with blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, evidently triggering severe internal injuries, causing him immense pain.

Xu Wendong’s gaze became increasingly stern, resembling the twinkling stars in the night carrying bone-chilling coldness and intense murderous intent.

He never imagined that this seemingly peaceful Qingyuan Cultivation Realm still harbored such a calamity, which if not rooted out, would certainly become a future threat.

"Mr. Li, rest assured and recover. Describe the incident in as much detail as possible, without omitting anything. It’s crucial to catch this mastermind behind the scenes." Xu Wendong’s voice was deep and firm, like a powerful bell, carrying undeniable authority.

Li Changfu gasped for breath and, after regaining some composure, continued, "Last night, I received news of signs of an Exotic Treasure appearing on a deserted mountain outside the city."

"So, I ventured alone... But upon entering the depths of the valley without even discovering the treasure’s trace, I encountered an ambush by a group of people in black robes."

"Each of them had high cultivation levels with sinister techniques, led by someone incredibly powerful. Despite resisting with all my might, one person can hardly withstand so many..."

Li Changfu recalled with difficulty: "Their cultivation technique was peculiar, with attacks carrying a foul odor that seemed to erode one’s spiritual power... This deadly poison on me, it’s one of their methods. Had I not fought desperately to escape, I would’ve already lost my life."

Xu Wendong nodded, pondering: "We must devise a plan to lure them out and catch them all in one go to eliminate future troubles." With this, a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes.