Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1822 - 1818: The Change of Huaxia! (Three updates)

Chapter 1822: Chapter 1818: The Change of Huaxia! (Three updates)

The sudden presence of the young man far surpassed anyone at the scene.

With each step he took, he radiated a unique aura that made those within it feel as though an invisible hand was gripping their necks, suffocating them.

The young man’s demeanor was incredibly cold and stern.

His thick eyebrows arrogantly arched slightly upward, and beneath his long, slightly curled eyelashes were eyes as sharp as an eagle’s. His tall nose, sculpted physique, bronze skin, and finely-chiseled facial features stood out prominently.

A cold sneer hovered on his lips, embodying Huaxia’s lethal austerity and untamed wildness.

Strapped to his back was a gleaming golden longsword.

Though the sword remained sheathed, it sent a shiver down people’s spines.

Suddenly, he halted his steps. His nose twitched slightly as though he caught a scent, and he muttered, "It’s an ancient killing formation? I was puzzled about how these mundane people could possibly kill members of the Gods’ Alliance, but it turns out they relied on this formation. Killing through formations—what a pathetic trick."

He took another step forward, his nose twitching again. He seemed to sense something further, grabbed a handful of dirt, and rubbed it between his fingers, saying, "There’s even energy from the Demon Sect in the remnants of the battle here. The demonic qi hasn’t fully dissipated yet. Interesting. I’ve long heard that the Demon Sect has been restless, but there’s never been evidence. Now, finally, I’ve uncovered something."

"But, with things developing this way, doesn’t it mean everything is becoming more exciting?"

His grin was wide, a grim and menacing expression that struck fear deep into the hearts of anyone who saw him.

He stepped out boldly, leaping into the celestial pool. Strangely, the pool showed no signs of ripples!

Moments later, dozens of powerful cultivators also surged into the celestial pool.

The waters of the celestial pool rolled and swirled in waves!

...

PM, Capital City International Airport.

A young man dressed casually with his hands in his pockets leisurely made his way toward Gate 2.

This young man was none other than Ren Feifan.

After getting off the plane, Ren Feifan habitually powered on his phone.

Over the past several days, he’d kept his phone turned off, preferring not to be disturbed by the outside world.

But to his great surprise, as soon as the phone booted up, hundreds of missed calls popped up.

Seven from Sun Qingqing.

Twenty-three from Zhao Meijing.

Forty-five from Ye Chuchen.

These were still within reasonable bounds.

What truly perplexed Ren Feifan was that Wang Zhen had called over a hundred times!

Moreover, Wang Zhen used private numbers for all of these calls.

Wang Zhen rarely ever called him. Yet now, he had placed over a hundred calls in one go—this alone spoke volumes about the gravity of the matter.

Could it be that Wang Zhen and the National Security Bureau were facing some sort of major crisis?

Just as Ren Feifan was considering returning Wang Zhen’s call, his phone rang—it was Wang Zhen again.

Without hesitation, Ren Feifan pressed the answer key. As soon as the call connected, Wang Zhen spoke urgently, "Feifan, where are you now? Do you have any idea what kind of disaster has occurred recently? It’s huge!"

"I’ve just disembarked from my flight, currently at Gate 2 of Capital City International Airport. What’s going on? Go ahead and tell me."

Ren Feifan furrowed his brows.

Seconds passed without a response from Wang Zhen, but chaotic noises—like the sound of an engine—rang out on the other end of the line. After a few moments, Wang Zhen finally said, "Don’t move from Capital City International Airport. I’m coming to get you! Ten minutes—no, five minutes tops!"

Ren Feifan was somewhat puzzled by Wang Zhen’s behavior. As the head of the National Security Bureau, was it really necessary for him to show such urgency?

Still, if Wang Zhen was acting like this, whatever was happening had to be of immense importance.

At Gate 2 of the airport, Ren Feifan waited. Feeling slightly bored, he reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it, and gazed at the bustling crowd, his thoughts wandering.

These people’s lives had long been under the control of those unknown entities.

If the Locking Spirits Formation were to fail, the first ones to be affected would likely be these ordinary mortals.

To save or not to save—the burden now fell squarely on Ren Feifan’s shoulders.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. He snapped his head to the side, his gaze piercing and focused on one specific direction!

Someone was surveilling him!

And it was no ordinary person!

How audacious!

Ren Feifan’s figure transformed into a blur, darting toward the source of his perception.

Yet when he arrived there, the area was completely empty—the person had fled.

Very few could evade the detection of his spiritual sense, let alone escape right under his nose.

In the mortal world, Ren Feifan’s realm was undoubtedly akin to that of a sovereign.

The individual either possessed a unique secret technique or was not weak in their cultivation.

Ren Feifan contemplated for several seconds, but finding no answers, he decided not to dwell on it. "If threats come, I’ll face them head-on."

"If they dare come again, I’ll kill them."

He pulled out another cigarette, leaning back in apparent relaxation as he resumed waiting.

Mere seconds passed when a jeep with official plates screeched to a halt outside Gate 2.

Wang Zhen dashed out of the car with urgency. Upon seeing Ren Feifan, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Kid, get in the car. I’ll explain everything to you inside."

Ren Feifan extinguished his cigarette and nodded in agreement.

Once inside the car, Wang Zhen wasted no time, handing Ren Feifan a tablet. On its screen was a video.

The footage captured the Pharaohs carrying a stone coffin while slaughtering Huaxia cultivators.

From their attire, Ren Feifan recognized these individuals immediately.

Back on Purgatory Island, he had killed one of the Pharaohs. Even then, he’d anticipated that someone from Ancient Egypt would come seeking vengeance.

He didn’t expect this revenge would take a full year to manifest.

Judging from certain details in the footage, whoever was contained within that stone coffin possessed terrifying strength.

This time, the revenge-seekers were clearly out for blood and destruction.

"Where are they? Since they’ve come, I, Ren Feifan, will ensure that these invaders remain buried in Huaxia soil forever." Ren Feifan declared confidently.

Wang Zhen shook his head solemnly and remarked, "Feifan, this situation isn’t as simple as you think. I suspect the figure inside the stone coffin might be the one controlling..."

He abruptly stopped speaking, as if apprehensive, and instead urged, "Feifan, listen to me. Why not retreat to the Hidden Gate for a while? If they can’t find you, they won’t dare vent their anger on us."

A man like Ren Feifan wouldn’t consider retreating. He retorted, "Uncle, during this journey, I’ve made substantial gains. I need a sparring partner anyway. Since these people are courting death, I’ll teach them how to write a Huaxia saying properly!"

"What saying?"

"If you offend Huaxia, no matter how far, you will be punished!"

Ren Feifan’s eyes sharpened, exuding an unprecedented seriousness.

Wang Zhen’s body trembled upon hearing this and was utterly taken aback that Ren Feifan would utter such resolute words. Moments later, he let out a few wry chuckles. Since Ren Feifan showed no fear, his uncle, too, couldn’t afford to back down.

Besides, with Ren Feifan’s current strength and cultivation level, there were matters Wang Zhen simply couldn’t meddle with on his own.

Ren Feifan asked Wang Zhen to drop him off at the Capital City’s Holy Gate.

He wondered how the disciples of the Holy Gate had progressed over the past two months.

Perhaps this conflict with Western forces would serve as the perfect proving ground to evaluate the true strength of these disciples!

To determine whether they were worthy of being led by Ren Feifan in the Hidden Gate to establish dominance in this world!