Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1041 - 1039: The Fifth Spiritual Artifact of the Saint Doctor’s Gate!

Chapter 1041: Chapter 1039: The Fifth Spiritual Artifact of the Saint Doctor’s Gate!

Ren Feifan looked indifferently at Elder Qiu and then instructed Leng Qingqiu, "Deal with this person yourself!"

Elder Qiu was doomed to be a lowly lackey who could never stand in the limelight. Although he had gone against Ren Feifan multiple times and was an exceedingly sinister and deceitful person, Ren Feifan believed that Leng Qingqiu would provide a satisfactory answer.

Upon receiving the significant task from the Sect Leader, Leng Qingqiu nodded gravely and said, "Yes, Sect Leader!"

After she spoke, her icy gaze swept over Elder Qiu and she directly ordered the villa guards, "Take Elder Qiu away, cut off his tongue, and then proceed with beheading! Carry out this order immediately!"

"Yes, Villa Master!"

Several villa guards reached out to grab Elder Qiu’s shoulders but he dodged them.

Leng Qingqiu’s words frightened Elder Qiu so much that he trembled violently.

Such torturous punishment was worse than death for him!

"Thud!"

He knelt down, his forehead repeatedly striking the ground in front of Leng Qingqiu.

Soon, fresh blood seeped from his forehead, rapidly flowing out, covering his eyes, which looked somewhat ferocious, clearly indicating a severe injury!

"Villa Master, I know my wrongs. Please forgive me just this once! I was momentarily bewitched..."

Leng Qingqiu harrumphed and turned her head away, "Is it me whom you’ve offended, Elder Qiu? What good is forgiving you to me?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Qiu instantly realized and scrambled towards Ren Feifan, even attempting to cling to Ren Feifan’s legs as he knelt before him.

But Ren Feifan avoided him.

"My lord, I was blind to Mount Taishan, mistaking the noble for the petty. Please spare this lowly one’s life, as I have elders above..."

Seeing that Ren Feifan remained unmoved, Elder Qiu began to slap himself in desperation!

"Slap slap slap!" The crisp sound echoed to the heavens!

Ren Feifan was somewhat annoyed and suddenly, a light flashed in his mind; he directly asked, "I have a question for you, and you must answer truthfully!"

Elder Qiu, seeing a glimmer of hope, said, "My lord, please ask. I assure you I will tell you everything, leaving no detail out..."

This was his last lifeline.

Ren Feifan nodded and asked, "The other day, in your Refining Room, I found a broken sword in the third Forging Furnace. I want to know where this sword came from!"

"Broken sword?" Elder Qiu was initially startled but quickly came back to his senses and asked, "Does my lord mean the Fallen Dust Soaring Dragon Sword?"

Upon hearing the sword’s accurate name, a hint of joy appeared in Ren Feifan’s eyes.

Indeed, it was another part of the Fallen Dust Soaring Dragon Sword!

"Where did you obtain that sword, and why did you attempt to forge it?" Ren Feifan continued to ask, feeling there were undisclosed secrets.

"This..." Elder Qiu hesitated.

"If you dare to hide anything, I’ll have the villa guards subject you to severe punishment!" Leng Qingqiu suddenly interjected.

Elder Qiu’s eyes narrowed, realizing he had no bargaining power, he could only say, "Reporting to my lord, this sword was once forged by my great-grandfather Qiu Jianfeng, a seventh-rank Artifact Refiner. I learned from our family records that this sword is related to the Dragon Clan and holds a great secret.

So I was determined to repair this sword, but even after decades, I only managed to find half of it. I originally intended to restore it with other materials, not to make it one hundred percent the same, only to restore it. However, I discovered the sword has an extremely strong rejection to attempts to restore it, making it impossible to do so."

Leng Qingqiu was stunned and exclaimed in surprise, "Your great-grandfather was actually Qiu Jianfeng?"

"Indeed!"

"Sect Leader, this Qiu Jianfeng is a renowned sword casting master in Huaxia’s history, many ancient Spirit Swords were crafted by this man."

Only then did Ren Feifan come to a sudden realization, and his gaze fell upon Elder Qiu on the ground, saying, "If I were to provide you with the other half of the Luo Chen Descending Dragon Sword, could you forge it?"

Elder Qiu widened his eyes, trying to make out a joke in Ren Feifan’s expression, but found Ren Feifan to be more serious than anyone.

"Sir, are you serious? I must remind you, I’ve searched the whole of Huaxia for the other half with no news."

"You just need to answer me, can you forge it or not!"

"Yes!"

Elder Qiu stated firmly.

"Good, Qingqiu, there’s no need to kill this person for now. Take him into custody, I still have use for him."

"Yes, Villa Master!"

Afterward, Elder Qiu was taken away by the villa guards. This time, he was unusually quiet, at least he knew he still had value to be used, but he never expected the other half of the Luo Chen Descending Dragon Sword would end up in Ren Feifan’s hands.

Although the sword’s Sword Spirit was incomplete and without much use, one had to be a person of destiny to obtain it.

After that, Leng Qingqiu dispersed everyone at the Sword Forging Square, and the result of the competition remained Ren Feifan as the winner.

Having done all this, Leng Qingqiu said to Ren Feifan, "Sect Leader, let’s find a place to have a good talk."

"Okay!"

Leng Qingqiu took Ren Feifan to a secret chamber, layered with mechanisms.

Even the Daoist priest with no desires was arranged to rest on the side, not brought in.

It’s because this conversation concerned Saint Doctor’s Gate.

Once in the innermost part of the secret chamber, Leng Qingqiu directly removed her veil, revealing her beautiful face.

Her hair, like a waterfall, cascaded down, the arch of her eyebrows just right, a pair of bright eyes captivating, a refined nose, cheeks faintly flushed, lips like dewy cherries, and a melon-seed face that was as clear and jadelike, with skin as smooth as ice and as white as snow; her figure was graceful and delicate, pure and transcendent.

"Sect Leader, is there something on my face?" Leng Qingqiu asked.

Ren Feifan smiled, retracted his gaze, and replied, "You should stop calling me Sect Leader. By rights, I joined the sect later than you, I should be calling you Senior Sister. This time, I guess we can say it’s a case of ’no fight no acquaintance’."

Leng Qingqiu covered her mouth and chuckled, then she said seriously, "A true ’no fight no acquaintance’. However, since master has chosen you, I naturally should call you Sect Leader. By the way, how is the old master doing?"

Ren Feifan’s brow furrowed, unsure of how to answer, for he had only communicated with his master’s consciousness, but according to the master’s words, he should be alive but unable to show his true self to others.

He could only say, "Master has gone wandering...no longer involving himself in the affairs of the Jianghu."

"Then with master gone, what should Saint Doctor’s Gate do... Will it just become a legend?"

"The heavy responsibility of Saint Doctor’s Gate now rests on my shoulders. By the way, according to master’s instructions, I now must collect six Spiritual Artifacts. Master mentioned that Hidden Sword Villa has one such Artifact, do you know of it, Senior Sister?"

Leng Qingqiu nodded, and with a thought, a long bow and arrow appeared in the palm of her hand.

The bow was red, like a crescent moon, with a few gems sporadically inlaid on it, simple yet rustic, regal yet not ostentatiously so. The silver bowstring, despite the passage of time, showed no signs of slack, still tightly strung across the bow, both elegant and solemn.

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