Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1154 - 1152: A dying man’s words are kind!

Chapter 1154: Chapter 1152: A dying man’s words are kind!

At this moment, Fang Zhenglin clenched his teeth as the power of the silver needle continued to disperse, causing his whole body to convulse. He glared furiously at Ren Feifan, completely unmoved.

"You brat... don’t even think about it!"

Ren Feifan wasn’t in a rush, patiently waiting for Fang Zhenglin’s answer.

He had absolute confidence in the effect of the silver needle, because in this world, apart from the dead, there was no mouth that Saint Doctor’s Gate couldn’t pry open!

When the sensation of biting had persisted for a minute, Fang Zhenglin was surrounded by a pool of water, his body already drained, but the biting sensation never ceased!

Rather, it was getting stronger and stronger!

He panicked!

"Brat, if you have the guts, give me a quick end! Be a man!" Fang Zhenglin shouted hoarsely.

But Ren Feifan remained unmoved, toying with the silver needle in his hand, a slight smile on his lips, "Sorry, I don’t like to let people die too quickly; I prefer to torture them."

"Hmph, Saint Doctor’s Gate is after all considered an upright sect in the cultivation world, how could they have a shameless person like you!"

Fang Zhenglin’s voice already carried a tremor.

He was truly afraid; it felt as if his sense of pain was magnified infinitely, then tormented incessantly!

Any person would be unable to bear it! Especially since this biting was specifically tailored for cultivators!

His Dantian felt like it was crawling with ants, gnawing fiercely!

When his vision began to blur, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Ren Feifan’s smile, clenched his fists, and could no longer hold back, blurting out, "I’ll say... In fact, the Hall Master of Destroy Holy Temple wants to get a treasure from Saint Doctor’s Gate!"

The smile on Ren Feifan’s face stiffened, and he said seriously, "Is it one of the six Spiritual Artifacts of Saint Doctor’s Gate?"

"No... it’s not... Saint Doctor’s Gate has another earth-shattering treasure. I am of too lowly a rank, so I don’t know what it is, but our Hall Master... is crazed, sparing no expense to get it!"

"Your Hall Master?" Ren Feifan muttered to himself, his brows furrowing.

"Yes... actually... the Hall Master of Destroy Holy Temple is from Saint Doctor’s Gate, he was the one banished by the first generation leader of Saint Doctor’s Gate..."

This sentence exploded in Ren Feifan’s mind; he never expected that Destroy Holy Temple had such deep connections with Saint Doctor’s Gate!

He finally understood why the people from Destroy Holy Temple were so familiar with the techniques of Saint Doctor’s Gate!

Why thousands of sects had joined forces and still could not deal with Saint Doctor’s Gate, but the emergence of Destroy Holy Temple had directly destroyed Saint Doctor’s Gate in one fell swoop!

He should have realized it sooner.

If this traitor from Saint Doctor’s Gate had collaborated with someone inside the sect, then destroying a powerful sect would be as easy as flipping one’s hand!

The more frightening the power, the more likely it is to crumble from within!

"I beg you, I’ve told you everything I know, grant me a swift end... I beseech you, let me die!"

At this moment, a trace of fear had appeared in Fang Zhenglin’s heart.

The young man before him was simply a devil!

He had seen countless disciples of Saint Doctor’s Gate, but it was the first time he had encountered such an unorthodox disciple; he even doubted whether this person truly belonged to Saint Doctor’s Gate?

Ren Feifan’s brows were knitted tightly, obviously pondering over something; he was uncertain whether the master of the first legacy in the mysterious space knew about this or not.

Moreover, what was that rare treasure of Saint Doctor’s Gate? He had never heard of it before.

"The second question, how do you usually deal with the disciples of Saint Doctor’s Gate that you capture?"

Fang Zhenglin’s face was deathly pale at this moment, his entire body in such agony that it almost made him collapse. The feeling was excruciating to the extreme.

He wanted to refuse to answer the questions, but the thought of a possibly even more dreadful death if he refused sapped all his strength. He said weakly:

"Generally, disciples from Saint Doctor’s Gate either choose to self-destruct when captured by us or are taken alive. For these disciples, Destroy Holy Temple would proclaim to the outside world that they had been completely killed, but the truth was they were all imprisoned by the Hall Master in a mystical dungeon.

According to the Hall Master’s wishes, these disciples of the medical gate could be put to his use!"

"What use does he have for them?" Ren Feifan’s expression changed, and he asked in surprise.

"I... I truly don’t know... Please, just give me a quick death..."

Fang Zhenglin was nearly in tears at this point, even feeling his internal organs being gnawed open, with the sensation of pain continuously amplifying.

"The third question, where exactly is Destroy Holy Temple in Hidden Gate!"

"Our Hall Master is more careful than anyone, so our sect relocates every six months—nobody knows where Destroy Holy Temple is! Even I have to be led by a special guide in order to meet the Hall Master. There, the three questions have been answered—now just give me a quick end, will you?"

Ren Feifan’s gaze became sharp, and the Ancient Dust Sword appeared in his hand, placed right at Fang Zhenglin’s throat. With the slightest effort, Ren Feifan could erase Fang Zhenglin from this world.

But Ren Feifan hesitated to act because he had just thought of something important.

"The fourth question..."

Fang Zhenglin’s mouth twitched with spasms—as if this guy couldn’t keep a promise. He clearly said three questions, so how did it become four when it came to him!

But what could he do? Even if the other party asked a hundred questions, he had no choice but to reply!

"Rest assured, this is the last question... Do you know of a place within Hidden Gate called Wang Palace, Demon-Sealing Tower?"

Ren Feifan didn’t have much hope for the answer to this question.

It was just a casual question, after all—despite everything, Fang Zhenglin did come from Hidden Gate, and he might have heard something about it through the grapevine.

Fang Zhenglin’s pupils suddenly dilated upon hearing the question, as if he had seen something inconceivable, his gaze intently fixed on Ren Feifan’s face! A strong sense of familiarity suddenly overwhelmed him!

"You... you are from the Wang Family... a member of the Wang Family?"

His voice trembled, and his entire body filled with endless panic, which sent chills down his spine—because he saw the characteristic heroic aura of the Wang Family in Ren Feifan’s appearance.

Ren Feifan was shaken upon hearing the words ’Wang Family.’

Wasn’t his mother’s surname Wang?

According to Uncle Wang Zhen, his mother came from Wang Family of Hidden Gate!

"What exactly do you know? Tell me quickly! And where exactly is this place?"

Ren Feifan was extremely agitated, his aura becoming even more ferocious.

But Fang Zhenglin didn’t answer him. Suddenly, he grabbed the edge of the Ancient Dust Sword and pushed fiercely—the Ancient Dust Sword plunged directly into his neck, splattering blood all around, his eyes gradually showing relief, as if he had been freed.

"Don’t go to Wang Palace..."

With death imminent, his words were kind. Fang Zhenglin, setting aside all grievances, left Ren Feifan with this final caution.

He died completely.

Ren Feifan looked at the fresh blood on the Ancient Dust Sword and the body of Fang Zhenglin, sighing deeply.

The information about Wang Palace had come to a halt here.

Why did this man choose suicide upon hearing about Wang Palace—as if those two words were utterly untouchable?