Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1094 - 1092: Ren Feifan’s Destiny!

Chapter 1094: Chapter 1092: Ren Feifan’s Destiny!

The two inspectors only breathed a sigh of relief once they were outside the Holy Gate, unaware of why some sweat had appeared on their backs.

That feeling was still there, and they didn’t even know why they had felt fear just moments before.

"This youngster is merely at the Innate Realm, what is there to be afraid of?"

Yet the pressure Ren Feifan had released was undeniably real.

"Why do I feel the presence of those from the Hidden Gate and Demon Sect coming from this person? Do you feel something similar?" Old Lee pushed up his glasses and said keenly.

"Old Lee, it’s not a feeling, but indeed so. His moves just now resembled Heavenly Demon Finger, which is typical of the Demon Sect, and having fought those people before, I’m sure of it.

Heavenly Demon Finger is a high-level cultivation technique of the Demon Sect, which ordinary people cannot possibly cultivate, so this youngster definitely has ties with the Demon Sect!"

The man holding the compass wore a troubled expression on his face.

This news was somewhat alarming, but even more so headache-inducing.

"Eh, how did people from the Demon Sect find their way into the secular world? Besides, with the typical temperament of a disciple of the Demon Sect, they’d definitely rush to the Hidden Gate to kill Ye Youde!"

"This matter is somewhat strange, we should head back to the Hidden Gate and report this to our superiors, otherwise something bad will definitely happen."

"Alright, let’s go immediately!"

The two inspectors swiftly left the Holy Gate as if they had never been there.

Holy Gate conference room.

At this moment, Ren Feifan’s eyes had softened slightly, but they still carried a chill, and he said to Luo Yin behind him, "The matters of the Holy Gate, I entrust fully to you from now on, I may have to take a long trip soon, and I don’t know when I will return. There are things I must do."

"Holy Venerable..." Luo Yin’s lips trembled slightly, clearly excited, but she said nothing in the end, and could only nod.

The Holy Venerable must be planning to go to the Hidden Gate.

There are some things she can’t stop.

"How are Daoist Wu Yu and Old Lady Feng doing?" Ren Feifan suddenly asked.

"Both are still cultivating, they were quite seriously injured by Ye Youde this time, and will likely need some more time to recover.

"Fine, Luo Yin, you may leave now, when the people from the National Security Bureau return, let them in directly! We have matters to discuss."

"Yes!"

After speaking, Luo Yin left.

Ren Feifan watched Luo Yin’s departing figure and fell into deep thought, his fingers making cracking sounds as he murmured, "Uncle said that thing might be real or fake, if it indeed exists, maybe after this job I could go rescue Ye Qingcheng, and that thing must belong to me, Ren Feifan!"

Fifteen minutes later, a red flag sedan stopped at the entrance of the Holy Gate, and Wang Zhen alighted from the car.

Wang Zhen looked much older than he had a few months ago, with sparse stubble around his lips, giving him a somewhat weather-worn look.

The gatekeeper of the Holy Gate, having been notified by Luo Yin, naturally did not trouble Wang Zhen but let him pass directly.

Ren Feifan had arranged this meeting to take place in the cultivation room, conveniently out of everyone else’s way.

Upon seeing Ren Feifan, Wang Zhen, though weary, still reached out and firmly patted Ren Feifan’s shoulder, saying in comfort:

"I also heard about what happened three days ago, some things are beyond your control, and I’m sorry uncle couldn’t help this time. I hope you don’t blame your uncle."

Ren Feifan’s eyes were resolute as he replied, "I don’t need help with this matter, I can handle it alone. You don’t have to blame yourself either, uncle."

"Alright then, have you really decided to go to the Hidden Gate this time?"

"I’ve decided," Ren Feifan responded seriously.

"Since you have decided, I will discuss the important matter with you. Actually, this matter should have been discussed by the old leader with you, but he has recently fallen very ill, unable to even get out of bed, so I had to come. However, let me be upfront, you can refuse this matter without considering anything else and without any psychological burden."

Wang Zhen took a sip of tea, his fatigue vanished, and he became even more serious.

"Uncle, I am only concerned about one thing. Is that thing you mentioned on the phone real?" Ren Feifan’s face showed a hint of excitement.

Because having that thing would greatly increase Ren Feifan’s odds of entering the Hidden Gate!

What was Ye Youde compared to that!

Wang Zhen nodded, "It’s real. By the way, did the old leader ever tell you about the Egyptian Pharaoh?"

Ren Feifan paused, then suddenly it became clear to him, a picture slowly emerging in his mind.

A month ago, at a border area in Huaxia, a team appeared; at the center of the team was an old man riding a camel, wearing a golden mask and crown adorned with a ferociously coiling cobra, mysterious to the extreme, while also holding a cobra staff in his hand.

The head of the cobra staff flickered with a dim blue light, dazzling and magnificent.

That was the Egyptian Pharaoh Wang Zhen mentioned.

Unexpectedly, the Egyptian Pharaoh’s team stopped abruptly when they were passing through an area marked by a red flag boundary.

That was Huaxia’s boundary.

Standing proudly above the boundary were several elderly Huaxians, clearly waiting for this group.

It was supposed to be a peaceful encounter, but the Egyptian Pharaoh, with no regard for international treaties, swung his staff and turned all those Huaxian elders into a mist of blood!

It was an instant kill!

After doing this, the Pharaoh summoned a flame in his palm to completely incinerate Huaxia’s flags!

Then he rode the camel, following the majority of his people into Huaxia’s border.

What was eerie was that after this group departed, they vanished into thin air! It was as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth!

According to what the old leader had told Ren Feifan, the main purpose of these people entering Huaxia was to find the Spirit Clan, who had completely disappeared under the leadership of the Demon Queen.

After that, Ren Feifan knew nothing.

"Since the old leader has already mentioned it, I’ll speak plainly. Now through some special means, we have obtained information about those people. The Spirit Clan is also among them; even that item is there.

Actually, our National Security Bureau is also baffled as these people were in a primeval forest in the northwest a few days ago but appeared last night in a mysterious place.

So, this mission is exceptionally dangerous and filled with uncertainties. Are you sure you want to go? As your uncle, I hope you will refuse."

Ren Feifan shook his head. He could not refuse. Even if not for that item, the Demon Queen was inside with an unknown fate; he had to go.

He did not want to let those close to him get hurt again.

"I must go, and the sooner the better. Once I have that item, I will head to the Hidden Gate," Ren Feifan stated emphatically.

"You won’t ask what that place is? Won’t you ask why we chose you, and why only you can complete it?"

Wang Zhen’s expression was a bit strange, at times he even thought it was a cosmic joke.

Otherwise, why did everything still point to Ren Feifan?

"Then I’ll indulge you, uncle, where are they exactly?" Ren Feifan asked with a smile.

Wang Zhen looked deeply at Ren Feifan and spoke softly, "They are on Purgatory Island, to be precise, the Inner Island of Purgatory."

His voice was very calm, but it was like a bomb exploded around Ren Feifan.

(This morning when I was typing, my hand felt abnormal, so I wrote slowly. I didn’t expect that when I typed in the afternoon, my hand suddenly twitched and relapsed. I felt like the sky was falling then, and I endured the pain and went to the hospital alone. I just returned home, and today’s update is slow, and I’m really sorry everyone.)