Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1751 - 1747: I Don’t Care About Your Guarantee

Chapter 1751: Chapter 1747: I Don’t Care About Your Guarantee

Ren Feifan gripped the sword hilt once again and was about to pull it out when the sinister young man, his eyes bloodshot, trembled and stammered:

"Don’t... please don’t... I beg you, I truly don’t know... wait... though I don’t know, my Third Uncle certainly does! He’s in charge of everything, including refining that elixir and hunting. He absolutely knows!"

Ren Feifan finally loosened his hand, lifted his head, and a glimmer of light flickered in his eyes. He asked, "Where is your Third Uncle?"

"He’s out hunting with the others, should be back soon. Please spare me... I swear..."

Before the sinister young man finished speaking, Ren Feifan abruptly swirled the Ancient Dust Sword, and the young man’s body was instantly shredded to pieces.

"Sorry, but your promise means nothing to me, Ren Feifan."

After completing this act, Ren Feifan turned the Ancient Dust Sword and drove it directly into the center of the formation!

"Boom!"

The ground shattered in all directions like a spiderweb, a terrifying sight.

Then, Ren Feifan came to the side of the Ancient Dust Sword, crossed his legs, and sat down, closing his eyes.

With a snap of his fingers, the brightly lit underground room plunged into silence once more!

Since those people had gone hunting outside, he would hunt them right here!

Let’s see who will have the last laugh!

...

Half an hour later, seven imposing auras emerged around the mining area west of the Capital City!

They were seven men of various ages.

These men wore peculiar attire, but their auras were exceptionally terrifying.

Each of them held a child in their arms. The children were clearly unconscious, completely unaware of their perilous situation.

Their faces were marked with cruel expressions, looking chilling and gruesome.

Among the seven, the leader was an elderly man with graying beard hair, whose aura was the most intimidating of them all.

Just then, a gray-haired man spoke: "Does anyone feel like dealing with worldly matters has been too easy lately? These past days, no power has investigated us, and no one has come looking for trouble. Even though we haven’t left any trace behind, isn’t everything going too smoothly, too effortlessly? I can’t help but feel like something’s about to happen!"

An older man dressed in a Taoist robe snorted coldly at these words:

"Luo Ling, stop jinxing us with your nonsense! The mortal world is full of ants, even cultivators rarely reach the Innate level. Why wouldn’t things be easy for us? And here, we’re practically like the Heavenly Path. Besides, our Luo Family has the blessings of our ancestors, as well as Third Uncle here. What is there to fear?

I think you’re just too timid. You’ll never amount to anything like this!

Third Uncle, what’s your opinion?"

Luo Ling and the others turned to the solemn elderly man standing ahead of them, whose name was Luo Wuwei, a cultivator at the Life Loss Realm’s peak. If the elixir he was refining succeeded, he would undoubtedly step into the Half-God Realm in one leap!

He was the true powerhouse.

A peerless figure!

Someone standing at the pinnacle of the mortal world!

Luo Wuwei ignored the group and walked a few steps forward. Suddenly, he halted, furrowing his brows.

"Third Uncle, what’s wrong? Did you notice something?" a curious young man asked.

Luo Wuwei closed his eyes, releasing waves of aura into the surroundings. After a while, he opened his eyes, which were now filled with a trace of horror.

With a sharp motion, he drew a Cold Sword and said coldly, "This is bad! Someone has been here—a cultivator! And they’ve already destroyed the formation!"

"What!"

The group was thrown into chaos. They had concealed themselves so well—how could they have been discovered?

Moreover, who among mortals could possibly break these formations?

Impossible!

Could Third Uncle be mistaken?

At that moment, a sharp-eyed man noticed the uniforms of the national security bureau and exclaimed, "Third Uncle, these people seem to have been killed by Old Six. I can sense Old Six’s residual energy here, and judging by the uniforms, they should belong to Huaxia’s national security bureau."

The group sighed in relief. Before coming to the mortal world, they had thoroughly assessed all its forces.

Though the national security bureau enforced the rules among cultivators, their jurisdiction was limited to those under Innate-level experts. For beings like them, the bureau didn’t even qualify to challenge them.

Not worth fearing.

"It’s not them. There’s someone else. If I’m sensing correctly, they’re already in the underground room. Everyone ready your weapons—the battle could break out at any moment!"

Luo Wuwei’s voice was icy cold, cutting through the air.

He then stepped forward, heading directly toward the underground space.

Everyone felt waves of terror washing over them.

Someone had truly located their underground lair. Did it mean all their secrets had been exposed?

The elixir they were refining was forbidden. If discovered, Hidden Gate sects and Law Enforcers would come for them, leaving them with no chance of survival.

"Third Uncle, what do we do next?" someone asked nervously.

Luo Wuwei folded his hands behind his back, releasing an overwhelming aura that swept the room. He then declared, "Do not be afraid. The intruder appears to be alone, and their aura is not strong—nothing to worry about. Come, let’s go meet this young one."

The group was suddenly reassured. One by one, they unsheathed their weapons and marched toward the underground lair.

When they reached the room, the cries of children persisted, and the surroundings were pitch-black.

The only difference was the thick, overpowering stench of blood that permeated the room!

Someone had died here!

The stifling atmosphere even made some feel the urge to vomit.

Luo Wuwei furrowed his brow and scanned the room. Suddenly, he spoke in a commanding voice: "This is the Luo Family’s domain. No matter your reason for intruding, leaving would be in your best interest. If you leave now, we might spare your life."

Their question was greeted with silence.

No response came.

Luo Wuwei snorted coldly, forming a hand seal and pressing against part of the wall. Instantly, the dark space lit up brightly, revealing everything.

Luo Wuwei and the others spotted the Hundred Refining Pill Formation’s central area, where a large black sword stood upright.

Next to the sword sat a young man, cross-legged.

The youth’s thick, jet-black brows arched like twin blades across his temples. His proud features emanated an unshakable aura, even with his closed eyes that held the cold gaze of winter stars untouched by sight.

The group froze in unison. Could this youth be the one who intruded upon their domain?

And instead of fleeing, he was cultivating here?

What was this—ridiculous recklessness?

Could it be this youth was drawn to the Spiritual Energy of the Hundred Refining Pill Formation?

A road to heaven ignored, willingly plunging into hell?

An arrogant youth grew increasingly exasperated as he realized the cause of his earlier alarm was this individual perceived as utterly worthless.

What’s even the point anymore?

He strode forward, raising his head contemptuously, and sneered: "Is this the place you think you can cultivate? Get the hell out!"