Rural Strongest Little Divine Doctor
Chapter 920 - 0920: The Legendary Youth with Many Beauties

Chapter 920: Chapter 0920: The Legendary Youth with Many Beauties

Some secrets are better left known to fewer people.

For instance, his X-Ray Ability—if the beauties knew Luo Yang’s eyes could see through clothing, they’d be terribly embarrassed.

He reckoned that in the future, whenever they were around him, they’d all insist on covering his eyes with a scarf.

After all, no beauty likes having her curves ogled all day long.

Hearing Master Hua’s arrogant words, an inexplicable fiery rage surged from Luo Yang’s feet straight up.

Fueled by anger, Luo Yang said coldly, "If you dare mess with my main wife again, don’t blame me for being ruthless! I don’t care if you’re one of the Four Little Heavenly Kings—I’ll still crush you!"

As soon as he said that, the atmosphere instantly grew intense.

"I’d like to see what you’re made of!" Master Hua snarled.

Master Hua’s clothes flared without wind, rustling loudly.

Just then, Luo Yang’s phone rang.

"Only you, can help me retrieve Journey to the West..."

It was late at night, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

The ringtone sounded particularly jarring.

Luo Yang took out his phone and saw that Zhu Zishan was calling.

He picked up and heard Zhu Zishan ask, "Honey, why are you gone so long?"

He initially said he was going to check a room—which normally only takes ten minutes.

Now, it had been almost half an hour.

Then Hua XiYi’s voice came through on the other end of the phone: "Haha, you didn’t run off, did you?"

Luo Yang chuckled and replied, "Sister Hua, someone stopped me from coming over. That guy—Master Hua."

While Luo Yang was on the phone, Master Hua didn’t make a move.

But his knife-sharp glare made it clear he was gearing up for a fight, at least to teach Luo Yang a lesson, or perhaps to cripple him entirely.

Now, hearing Luo Yang intend to call Xiao Xiao Niu over, Master Hua’s eyes flashed with a blend of helplessness and anger.

Although Master Hua knew Xiao Xiao Niu wouldn’t undermine the bigger picture for Luo Yang, there was a prerequisite: Master Hua would need to make some concessions.

Otherwise, if an all-out battle erupted, no matter the consequences, Master Hua would still bear some of the blame.

Luo Yang activated the speakerphone, clearly intending to provoke Master Hua.

It was obvious Xiao Xiao Niu would say something sharp to irritate Master Hua.

As expected, Xiao Xiao Niu’s high-pitched laughter came through the phone.

"Hehe! Where are you? I’ll come help you!"

"Sister Hua, meet me under the billboard with the beautiful model on it—I’ll lead you here."

Around 300 meters from the villa, there was an advertisement board promoting a resort.

"Haha! Sure, I’ll bring your wives along too."

From Xiao Xiao Niu’s words, you could tell that while she seemed carefree, she also had a meticulous side.

Luo Yang wanted to chat with Xiao Xiao Niu, hoping to probe her about Hong Jiaxin’s situation and Mu Tan’s secret.

Of course, given their relationship, Luo Yang felt the odds weren’t great.

Still, his mind nagged him: what if Xiao Xiao Niu actually shared something? Wouldn’t missing this chance be a waste?

If Xiao Xiao Niu brought Zhu Zishan and the three Gu sisters along, Luo Yang wouldn’t be able to ask as much.

But if Xiao Xiao Niu didn’t bring Zhu Zishan, she’d worry it was a ploy by Luo Yang to lure her away.

If Zhu Zishan disappeared, finding her again wouldn’t be easy.

Even if they knew Zhu Zishan was with the Hongyun Brigade, Xiao Xiao Niu wouldn’t easily make her help locate the Blood Devil.

After all, the Hongyun Brigade was Luo Yang’s domain—not a place anyone could mess around in.

Knowing persuasion was futile, Luo Yang said nothing further.

He hung up, seeing Master Hua poised as if ready to leap forward. Luo Yang smirked coldly: "If you really want to fight, meet me at the billboard. My sworn sister and I will take you on, two against one—let’s see what you’ve got."

Master Hua had long heard that Luo Yang knew Shadow Boxing but didn’t believe it.

After all, Shadow Boxing wasn’t something ordinary people could master.

Now, with a chance to test him, Master Hua darted forward without hesitation.

A whirlwind-like force shot toward Luo Yang like an arrow, enveloping him entirely with a potent Qi Force.

Without Shadow Boxing, escaping such pressure would have been impossible.

The beauty of Shadow Boxing lay in its passive defensive ability.

The stronger the opponent, the greater the defensive capability Shadow Boxing provided for Luo Yang.

Thus, despite the fierce Qi Force slicing past, Luo Yang’s body cleverly evaded Master Hua’s chopping strike.

In a blink, Luo Yang had drifted to the villa’s door.

Without officially locking fists, Luo Yang already sensed his True Qi was inferior to Master Hua’s.

If comparing only raw martial arts skills, Shadow Boxing allowed Luo Yang to fight him evenly.

However, since Master Hua hailed from the Eight Immortals Hall, he must know how to use the Soul Chasing Talisman.

Luo Yang had no idea how strong the Soul Chasing Talisman truly was, but if Master Hua unleashed it and defeated him in one move, it would be a catastrophe.

As the saying goes: know thyself and know thy enemy, and you’ll win every battle.

Right now, Luo Yang had no knowledge of this opponent, much less confidence to face him—especially given that Master Hua’s combat prowess clearly surpassed his own.

In such a scenario, Luo Yang wouldn’t act recklessly.

"If you’ve got the guts, come follow me!"

As Luo Yang walked out the door, he threw out the challenge.

Earlier, Master Hua had already used fifty percent of his True Qi.

One reason was to truly gauge Luo Yang’s martial abilities; the other was simply to teach him a lesson.

At fifty percent power, even solid rock would crack under his palm’s force.

The pressure from the True Qi entirely enveloped Luo Yang.

Master Hua expected to send Luo Yang to the hospital in this fight, clearing the way for him to lead Hong Jiaxin away.

Just as the edge of his palm was about to strike Luo Yang’s head, Master Hua blinked—and Luo Yang was gone!

Master Hua was stunned, half-suspecting Luo Yang had counterattacked.

It wasn’t until he heard a sound from the door that he realized Luo Yang had left.

Master Hua felt ashamed—one of the Four Little Heavenly Kings of the Eight Immortals Hall, unable to pin down an unknown young man.

At this moment, Master Hua finally believed the rumors about Luo Yang.

If Luo Yang teamed up with Xiao Xiao Niu, Master Hua wasn’t sure he’d make it out alive.

While he desperately wanted to teach Luo Yang a lesson, chasing him would be unwise.

Master Hua stood there glaring, but didn’t pursue.

If the two really clashed, it wouldn’t benefit either side.

Luo Yang simply waved at Master Hua to beckon him over; seeing no pursuit, he left swiftly.

Before coming, Luo Yang had only been worried about Master Hua’s Soul Chasing Talisman.

As for Master Hua’s martial skills, Luo Yang didn’t regard them as a threat.

Even if it were Ferocious Power—a particularly brutal martial art—Luo Yang could still match him evenly.

Leaving the villa, Luo Yang stepped onto the street.

It wouldn’t be long before daybreak.

A chill wafted through the air, though Luo Yang felt no ease.

His mind burned with unease—so many unresolved matters left him restless, his heart naturally agitated.

Recalling the near-encounter with Master Hua earlier, Luo Yang felt immense pressure.

Master Hua was one of the Four Little Heavenly Kings of the Eight Immortals Hall—which meant there were at least three others just as strong.

And possibly, there were even Four Great Heavenly Kings.

In other words, stronger individuals were plentiful within the Eight Immortals Hall.

This was bad news for Luo Yang.

To defeat Master Hua, Luo Yang thought learning Ferocious Power might help him gain an edge in martial arts.

But figuring out how to avoid being harmed by the Soul Chasing Talisman remained a thorny problem.

Unless he could get Zhang Jing to spill the method for countering the Soul Chasing Talisman.