Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1739 - 1736: A Fool’s Dream

Xu Wendong’s words were like a clap of thunder, exploding in everyone’s ears with a "boom."

In an instant.

The crowd was as if frozen by an immobilization spell, plunged into an eerie silence!

Then, like a powder keg ignited, it erupted into a deafening uproar.

The townspeople whispered among themselves, their faces showing complex expressions.

Some were full of shock, others wore expressions of anger, and still more had deep disdain written all over their faces.

An old man with a wrinkled face furrowed his brow into a tight knot, the creases on his face seemingly voicing his displeasure.

He glared at Xu Wendong, his voice hoarse as he roared, "You’re simply talking nonsense! The Cultivator Association is the mainstay of the entire cultivation world, how many years it’s been as steady as Mount Tai, how can a snotty-nosed kid like you topple it?"

"I think you’re just drunk on a momentary victory, speaking big without considering your own weight!"

"You’d better find a place to splash some water on yourself and see what you really are!"

A young man, with the corner of his mouth raised high, smirked disdainfully.

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking arrogant as though he were the real strong one.

"Exactly! Weren’t you just lucky, beating Senior Shangguan this time, so what? You really think you’re invincible now?"

"The Cultivator Association has experts as plentiful as carp crossing the river, with magical treasures as numerous as the stars, and their backing is complex and unfathomable. Do you think with your little strength you can destroy the Cultivator Association?"

"That’s simply the talk of a madman. I think you’re just desperate for fame and spouting nonsense here, not afraid of biting your own tongue!" As he spoke, he deliberately spat on the ground, full of contempt.

In the crowd, a middle-aged man with a pointed nose and monkey-like cheeks sneered with sarcasm: "Oh, look at his stance, he thinks he’s really the first under heaven!"

"I think he’s just a reckless fool, speaking such absurdity."

"When the elite of the Cultivator Association arrive, he’ll know what real fear is."

"If I’m not mistaken, by then he won’t even have the chance to beg for mercy before he’s scattered to the wind, his divine soul completely destroyed!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding people burst into laughter, even though Xu Wendong had defeated Shangguan Hong and was indeed powerful, in their eyes, with his cultivation level, he could never defeat such a behemoth as the Cultivator Association.

After all.

In the Cultivator Association there are not only countless experts but even official backgrounds!

Shangguan Hong lay on the ground, listening to Xu Wendong’s words, his heart filled with hatred like surging magma, erupting instantly.

He endured the piercing pain in his body and, with the help of his confidants, struggled to stand up.

His gaze was like two burning blades, staring fixedly at Xu Wendong, his teeth grinding as he spoke viciously: "Don’t be so smug! Today’s grudge, I, Shangguan Hong, will remember."

"The Cultivator Association will never let you go; just wait to be endlessly hunted!"

"You think you can overturn heaven? You’re just a lowly clown!" Having said that, he waved his hand and, along with his crestfallen subordinates, limped away from the back street.

With each step he felt his dignity crushed under Xu Wendong’s foot, ground to dust.

He silently vowed in his heart that he would make Xu Wendong pay a heavy price for today’s actions.

As Shangguan Hong and his people left, the townspeople in the back street gradually dispersed, though they continued to discuss the shocking events of the day.

They still held a thread of awe for Xu Wendong, after all, he had indeed displayed formidable strength.

But there was still more disdain and anticipation.

Anticipation for the Cultivator Association’s experts to come out in force and tear Xu Wendong apart; that day would not be far!

Xu Wendong’s face was full of concern as he fixed his gaze on Zhang Nian and asked urgently, "How are you? Are your injuries serious?"

Zhang Nian’s face was haggard, her expression filled with fatigue and pain. She gently shook her head, her voice weak but firm: "Shangguan Hong tried to forcibly seize my soul blood, I naturally resisted desperately, but now my head feels like it’s going to explode."

As she spoke, she frowned deeply, each word seemed to be forced out from between her teeth, it was clear she was enduring tremendous pain.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wendong’s face instantly darkened like an overcast sky before a storm.

His heart tightened, knowing Zhang Nian’s soul must have suffered unimaginable trauma, otherwise such symptoms would never occur.

"Let’s return to the Mystic Spirit Pavilion first, I’ll help examine you properly," Xu Wendong said without hesitation, his tone carrying unwavering determination.

He immediately extended his hand, carefully helping Zhang Nian up, his movements gentle as if she were a rare treasure, afraid of aggravating her injuries with the slightest mishap.

During the process of supporting her, he continuously observed Zhang Nian’s expression, trying to make his movements as steady as possible.

At the same time, he freed a hand, quickly pulled out his phone, and sent a message to Liu Shimei, informing her that Zhang Nian was safe, to put her mind at ease.

Soon, Xu Wendong brought Zhang Nian back to the Mystic Spirit Pavilion.

He gently supported Zhang Nian, letting her slowly lie on the bed, his actions soft yet cautious.

Then he sat by the bedside, his expression solemn, and reached out to check Zhang Nian’s pulse.

His fingers lightly pressed against Zhang Nian’s wrist, eyes closed, focusing entirely on feeling her pulse.

As time passed, his expression grew increasingly grave, his brows tightly furrowed into a "川" shape.

Sure enough.

As he had feared, Zhang Nian’s soul indeed suffered severe trauma, causing a surge of indescribable anger in his heart.

"Master, are my injuries serious?" Zhang Nian asked weakly, her eyes filled with deep unease.

Xu Wendong acknowledged with a hum: "Your soul suffered backlash during opposition to Shangguan Hong, it’s severely injured!"

Zhang Nian cautiously asked, "Even you can’t heal it?"

Xu Wendong showed a troubled expression: "There is a method that can heal your wounds."

Zhang Nian was overjoyed, hurriedly asking, "What method?"

Xu Wendong looked embarrassed: "Dual cultivation!"

Zhang Nian paused, then a quick blush rose on her pale face. She suppressed her shyness and said, "In that case, let’s follow Master’s method for treatment then!"

"After all, we’ve dual cultivated before!"

Xu Wendong sighed inwardly, although they had dual cultivated before, at that time Zhang Nian hadn’t called him Master, and he didn’t know she was Sister Shimei’s daughter!

Now that he knew her identity, he felt a strong aversion to dual cultivating with Zhang Nian!

But seeing Zhang Nian’s weakened expression, he sighed helplessly, his gaze growing firm.

Since there was no other way to save Zhang Nian.

He could only dual cultivate with her!