Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1740 - 1736: Scared to Death!

Chapter 1740: Chapter 1736: Scared to Death!

Zhao Meijing returned to the living room where the servants had already prepared her shoes. She put them on absentmindedly, not even noticing that she wore them on the wrong feet, before plopping down on the couch to ponder the day’s events.

She even muttered to herself, "Holy Gate... Saintly Sovereign... Who exactly is this guy?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit came downstairs from the second floor. Seeing Zhao Meijing, he smiled knowingly and said as he walked, "My precious daughter has finally decided to come back. You’ll never get married if you keep frowning like that."

Zhao Meijing was taken aback and glanced at the middle-aged man before quickly sitting up and pouting, "Dad, stop making fun of me, I’m upset."

Father Zhao sat down on the couch as well and started preparing tea with an antique tea set to help his daughter relax.

"Whatever it is that’s bothering my precious daughter, believe it or not, a cup of tea from your dad will solve it! Many high-ranking officials can’t stop praising my tea," Father Zhao said with full confidence.

Suddenly, Zhao Meijing thought of something, sat up straight and asked, "Dad, you are so knowledgeable, let me ask you something."

Father Zhao was fussing with the tea set and casually replied, "Oh, so now you finally realize how knowledgeable your dad is? Go ahead, ask away."

"So, Dad, I’m going to ask, do you know what organization Holy Gate is, and do you know about the Saintly Sovereign of Cheng Lake?"

With a "crash," Father Zhao suddenly had a drastic change in expression, and the antique teapot he was holding dropped to the floor, shattering into pieces!

Ignoring the broken shards on the ground, Father Zhao raised his head, looked at Zhao Meijing in horror, and said, "What... what did you just say? Say it again."

Seeing the panic on her father’s face, Zhao Meijing grew more suspicious; clearly, her father knew something.

Her own father was the chairman of Capital City’s Linshui Real Estate and was considered one of the wealthiest individuals in Capital City.

Although they certainly could not compare with the power of Ninth Master, when it came to wealth, her father was not to be undermined.

Having been immersed in the business world for so many years, she had rarely seen her father lose his composure like this.

Could it be because of the two words "Holy Gate"?

Is Holy Gate really that famous? Why does everyone react as if they have seen a ghost at its mention?

Moreover, she almost couldn’t find any related information on any websites?

When she arrived, she specifically went to Baidu to look up Holy Gate and after flipping through hundreds of pages, she found just one post about it.

It was a forum post by a user named "Wind Like Leaves," claiming to have seen strange beams of light in Capital City, and that they occurred at a place called Holy Gate.

However, the post had zero replies, and she was also unable to contact this user named "Wind Like Leaves."

Seeing that Zhao Meijing was not speaking, Father Zhao grew even more agitated and suddenly grabbed her wrist!

"Meijing, come on, speak up! You’re going to worry your dad to death, where on earth did you hear it from! Have you been hurt? Are you injured? Right, should we go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow? No, let’s go right now! I’ll book the best doctor for you!"

Father Zhao rambled on to himself and then prepared to rush Zhao Meijing to the hospital.

Only then did Zhao Meijing sense that something was terribly wrong; she turned pale and tentatively said, "Dad, do you really know about this Holy Gate? Tell me, please, it’s very important!"

Father Zhao became very serious, glanced around cautiously, and pulled Zhao Meijing into a study room, closed the door, drew all the curtains, and turned on just one lamp.

The room was dim, and Father Zhao’s face was stern and incredibly secretive.

After taking a deep breath, Father Zhao said, "I can tell you about Holy Gate, but can you first tell me exactly what has happened to you, in great detail! Otherwise, you won’t even know how you might die!"

Such alarming words truly frightened Zhao Meijing, yet after a moment of thought, she decided to recount everything about Ren Feifan.

She detailed everything, from the plane crash years ago to the recent encounter with Ren Feifan, to the incident at the MODOD store.

Father Zhao originally had a furrowed brow, but it gradually relaxed as they spoke, and by the end, his entire face turned red, his body trembling with an unusual excitement!

As a businessman, he naturally knew the kind of opportunity his daughter was now facing!

If things went as expected, that young man named Ren Feifan was none other than the revered Saint of the Sacred Sect in Capital City! That was an existence even the old leaders of Huaxia and countless high-ranking officials in Capital City would fear.

In front of him, even the Ninth Master is nothing, not to mention himself.

He might be wealthy, but if this Saint desired money, probably the entire GDP of Capital City wouldn’t compare to him!

If his daughter successfully connected with this person, then the Zhao Family would indeed skyrocket, and even becoming a prestigious and influential family in Capital City wasn’t out of the question!

He really raised a good daughter! He had always opposed his daughter dating, but now he was all for it with both hands! He didn’t even expect his daughter to marry this man! Even if his daughter were just a mistress to this man, that relationship would be more than enough!

"Meijing, I’m asking you, you must tell me the truth, how far have you and this guy really gone, and, do you have feelings for him? What does he feel for you?" Father Zhao said, his figure shaking with excitement, highly anticipating the answer.

Zhao Meijing shook her head then nodded, her face blushing to the utmost.

"Dad, why are you asking about this? We’ve only met twice after all, we haven’t even gotten to the beginning! I think you’d better tell me about the Sacred Sect, is this power really that formidable?"

Father Zhao laughed: "Formidable? It’s more than just formidable! It would not be an exaggeration to call it terrifying, let me put it this way, if Huaxia is compared to a mountain peak, then the Sacred Sect is an existence that stands at the summit of this mountain!"

"Haha! Meijing, you really are Dad’s lucky star!" Father Zhao was clearly in a good mood, continued, "Right, you should quit your job as a flight attendant right away, what’s the point of being a flight attendant! You should figure out a way to get more contact with Ren Feifan soon, Dad was against premarital sex before, but now Dad supports you, this guy is very big news! So big that even I can’t catch up!"

...

Eight o’clock in the evening.

Ren Feifan took a taxi and arrived near the Sacred Sect.

Wearing a duckbill cap, he stood tens of meters away from the Sacred Sect and noticed that there had been big changes; the land surrounding the perimeter had been bought and a thick, high wall constructed!

Around the high wall, there was a faint trace of Formation waves!

This could be considered the most special existence among the countless sects of Huaxia’s mortal realm, not located deep in the mountains and forests, but instead established on the bustling edge of Capital City.

There were six men in black suits standing at the great gate of the Sacred Sect, perhaps dressed that way to conceal their identities as cultivators.

The aura of these six men was roughly in the middle stage of the Earth-level Realm! In the mortal realm, that was definitely impressive.

As Ren Feifan walked towards the gate, six oppressive auras came over him, and they berated loudly: "Who’s there! The Sacred Sect is a sacred place, no outsiders allowed!"

Ren Feifan cracked a slight smile and took off his duckbill cap.

When the six men clearly saw Ren Feifan’s face, they all froze, quickly kneeled, and exclaimed: "Saint... Saint... You... You’re back!"

Seeing the reaction of the six Gatekeepers, Ren Feifan knew that those five people hadn’t startled the snake, which was in line with his intention.

He put his finger gently upon his lips, signaling everyone to remain silent.

The Gatekeepers got the hint and shut their mouths obediently.

Ren Feifan nodded, then put on his duckbill cap again and headed directly into the depths of the Sacred Sect.

The first person he sought was the current ruler of the Sacred Sect!

For the poor management of the Sacred Sect, that person’s guilt could not be escaped!

(PS: The baby is outside paying New Year’s visits and even brought the computer along. While everyone else chats and plays cards, I... quietly type away! Hehe)