Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1417 - 1413: You Must Visit My Demon Sect (Sixth Update! Make-up 1)

Chapter 1417: Chapter 1413: You Must Visit My Demon Sect (Sixth Update! Make-up 1)

The veiled girl seemed to recall something and suddenly reached out her hand, fetching a hanging jade bottle from her waist, and then approached the Chief of the Lei Family.

She slowly opened the jade bottle and dropped a droplet of liquid onto the Chief’s wounded arm.

The moment the liquid touched his skin, the Chief felt a force rejuvenating his injured arm, and the wound healed!

The pain he had been sensing vanished abruptly.

Incredibly magical!

He raised his head and naturally, his gaze fell upon the veiled girl.

He found her somewhat mysterious, with a touch of a solitary orchid’s charm. He indeed wanted to remove her veil, curious about the face hidden beneath.

While the Chief of the Lei Family was lost in thought, the icy voice of Old Master Lei rang out, "What are you looking at? Show your gratitude to Princess Lingxia this instant! Don’t you know that staring at Princess Lingxia is a capital offense?"

Old Master Lei was sweating bullets for his son. At his age, and still ogling a girl—didn’t he realize that Princess Lingxia covered her face to prevent others from prying?

There had been someone who lingered on Princess Lingxia’s visage for a few seconds too long and found his eyeballs mercilessly gouged out by her, an act of extreme cruelty.

Princess Lingxia’s reputation in Hidden Gate was one of legendary proportions, likened to a thorny rose.

One must never reach out to touch, for it would assuredly lead to unceasing bleeding.

Old Master Lei feared offending her, as he was unaware of the full extent of this young woman’s cultivation level; he only knew that this Princess Lingxia had never taken action.

Because once she did, it was certain death!

The dead were the best at keeping secrets.

Upon hearing Old Master Lei’s admonishment, the Chief of the Lei Family quickly knelt down to express his gratitude and apologies to the veiled girl, "Princess Lingxia, thank you for your Spiritual Liquid, and about earlier..."

Before he could finish, a cool voice interjected:

"You’ve misunderstood. I gave you the Spiritual Liquid not for your gratitude, which I do not desire. I simply want the portrait or photograph of the young man from True Path Realm you mentioned earlier. That’s all."

Princess Lingxia’s voice was calm but instilled a trace of chill in the air.

The others present blinked in surprise, utterly unprepared for the esteemed Princess Lingxia to request a portrait of a young man from True Path Realm!

Could it be... was she smitten?

But then again, Princess Lingxia was known to despise men—the sort who even maintained a certain distance from these old men recently—so how could she be interested in one?

Surely, it must be the Asura technique in that man’s possession that intrigued her.

Summoning an Asura was completely unheard of, let alone accomplished by someone from True Path Realm.

The Chief of the Lei Family recovered from his shock, quickly summoned a thought, and a portrait appeared in the palm of his hand, which he delicately passed over.

He might not have had much else, but he had plenty of portraits of Ren Feifan.

Princess Lingxia took the portrait, unwrapping it slowly, and soon, Ren Feifan’s handsome features came into view. Her brows knitted, and after a long moment, a hint of a smile curved her lips.

"Interesting, very interesting. This young man seems familiar. Have I seen him somewhere before?"

She murmured to herself then, with a single step, she vanished from everyone’s sight.

...

Meanwhile, in a mountain range on the southern outskirts of New River Town, atop a peak lay a vast cavern.

Inside the cavern, small flames flickered, surrounding a fire.

Ren Feifan lay atop a blanket, still unconscious, while everyone around the fire harbored grave concerns.

They were by no means versed in medical arts; while they could kill a person easily, saving one was truly beyond their capabilities!

The only hope now lay with Wang Chengxiang. He should know what had happened to Ren Feifan.

After an unknown amount of time, the injured Wang Chengxiang finally awoke, with some improvement in his condition. He frowned as he looked over at Ren Feifan not far away.

"Hasn’t this kid woken up yet? How long has it been?"

"Second Master, it’s been five hours. We fed him some Elixir during this time, but it had no effect,"

Ren Ao Tian said earnestly.

Wang Chengxiang frowned, extended his arm, and commanded directly, "Help me over there!"

Soon, Ren Ao Tian had supported Wang Chengxiang over to Ren Feifan’s side. As a former Elder of Punishments in Wang Palace, his requirements for martial prowess were one thing, but naturally, his medical skills were not weak.

He felt Ren Feifan’s pulse and discovered it was incredibly erratic, even faint.

"Is this backlash?"

His face suddenly changed. He had seen the power of backlash before, but never to this extent.

He recalled the battle during the day, and it was highly likely related to that Asura.

Such powerful entities were not so easily summoned, and moreover, Ren Feifan’s realm was simply not strong enough to sustain the operation of such an Asura for that long.

The price was too great!

Now it was up to Ren Feifan himself to recover. For backlash, one must regulate internal energy to alleviate it; applying external power would only worsen Ren Feifan’s condition!

Wang Chengxiang turned and addressed everyone, "We should not interfere with what comes next, only wait patiently. I see that Ren Feifan’s pulse and breathing are still present, so waking up shouldn’t be a big issue. Therefore, no one should worry. Instead, we should concentrate on cultivating in these next few days. The Lei Family won’t let things be, they will undoubtedly make a comeback, and this time we may face an even more terrifying enemy!"

Ren Ao Tian and Ming nodded, no longer speaking.

For them, everything had just begun.

At this moment, within a secret space.

The reason Ren Feifan hadn’t woken up was merely because he was in a secret space.

What was most infuriating was that the Demon King even insisted on keeping him there for negotiation!

Ren Feifan and the Demon King sat facing each other on the stone benches of the secret space, locked in a staring contest.

After a long while, the Demon King could no longer bear it and said coldly, "How did you summon the Asura before? This King is very interested."

Ren Feifan, munching on a Xinjiang red grape, said indifferently, "Like I said, it’s my secret. If you want to know, you’ll need to show some sincerity."

"You!" The Demon King clenched his teeth in anger. The last thing he liked was negotiating terms with the man before him—and the key issue was that this guy was shrewd. No matter how you calculated it, he would be at a loss! "If this King recalls correctly, you owe this King a condition for my previous assistance, correct?"

Ren Feifan shrugged and said, "Right, you can indeed exchange that condition for this answer. Then I could tell you that actually, this..."

Before he could finish, the Demon King appeared in front of Ren Feifan, interrupting, "This King has not agreed to use that condition! That condition has its use for this King. How about this: you tell me what you want from me, and we’ll trade!"

Ren Feifan’s eyes gleamed with a triumphant expression. He grinned and said, "I wouldn’t mind telling you, but right now, I’ve got a heap of enemies before me, which is really troubling me. As the Demon King of the Demon Sect, don’t you have the power to eliminate these enemies for me? Or perhaps, could I have another Amulet? That’s not too difficult, right?"

The Demon King truly wanted to devour Ren Feifan!

Was this supposed to be easy?

If he could solve the problem at hand, what would he be doing in this secret space? He would have flown out long ago, reclaiming his throne as the Demon King!

"Not willing to talk, huh? Then I’m leaving. You can think it over slowly."

After saying that, Ren Feifan stood up, ready to step out of the secret space, but a pair of hands pressed down on his shoulders!

"Your request is not difficult, but you must make a trip to my Demon Sect."