Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 501 - 500: Broken Arm! Skeleton!_1

Chapter 501: Chapter 500: Broken Arm! Skeleton!_1

"What on earth is this!"

Exclaimed Elder Ying.

He had never heard of such an extraordinary treasure in the world.

With a slight movement of Ren Feifan’s finger, the Eight Feet Mirror returned to his hand.

He had to admit, although this was the Easterner’s treasure, it was absolutely magical.

It was much more practical than many of his own treasures.

Ren Feifan was confident he could not have stopped that last blow himself, but the Eight Feet Mirror could!

It was an utterly outrageous, cheat-like existence!

However, he didn’t know what level of force the Eight Feet Mirror could resist at its highest. The Sacred Sword said there was a spirit within it, but no matter how Ren Feifan tried, he had not been able to communicate with the spirit of the Eight Feet Mirror.

This was the most regrettable part.

Elder Ying had already come back to his senses from his trance, and there was no astonishment on his face. Only a hot desire was burning in his eyes!

His eyes were fixated on the Eight Feet Mirror in Ren Feifan’s hand!

Such a treasure, he must possess it!

By then, not to mention the position of the Great Elder, even if he wanted to be the Sect Leader of Thousand Poison Door, it was not impossible!

Elder Ying flickered to Ren Feifan’s front and with a thought that the mirror can absorb his spells, he determined to attack up close!

His fist came with a shockwave and black mist, and he ruthlessly smashed it towards Ren Feifan!

With a thought, the Eight Feet Mirror in Ren Feifan’s hand disappeared quickly. Watching the incoming fist, he narrowed his eyes, his body quickly burst into action!

Nine Yang True Qi flowed in his right arm, his tattoos shining with a flame. The flame grew larger, covering his entire arm. Without any hesitation, he fiercely countered Elder Ying’s attack!

"Bang!"

The moment their fists collided, Elder Ying stepped back a few steps. But Ren Feifan was not delighted at all, because he didn’t feel any power from his adversary. It was as if he had hit his fist on soft cotton.

Very strange!

"Thump!"

However, he quickly realized the problem. Elder Ying in front of him was gradually fading away like a mirage, while a horrifying aura hit his back!

"Smack!"

Elder Ying’s palm directly smacked Ren Feifan’s back!

Ren Feifan was thrown a few meters forward in an instance. Just as he steadied himself, the black mist was roaring towards him again!

This Elder Ying was coming again!

Ren Feifan’s eyes sharpened, and a thin silver needle appeared in his hand. He roared: "Soul-Consuming Needle, go!"

The restriction on the Soul-Consuming Needle was suddenly lifted. An imposing presence swept over and directly rushed towards Elder Ying!

Elder Ying felt something was not right and quickly dodged, but found the silver needle was tracking him like a missile!

"What on earth is this guy? He is full of resourceful techniques! I must retreat for now!"

At the moment the old man was startled, the Soul-Consuming Needle sped up and pierced right through Elder Ying’s abdomen!

"Damn it!"

Elder Ying felt a sinking feeling, his fingers forming a seal. He transformed into a wisp of smoke and dove into the ground!

"Want to leave, did you ask for my opinion?"

Ren Feifan swung his longsword forcefully, slashing at him!

True Qi from his Dantian rapidly depleted, but his Sword Qi became increasingly fierce!

"Falling Dust Dragon Slash!"

With one slash, the terrifying golden Sword Qi cut directly into the black mist!

"Plop!" Suddenly, a severed arm landed on the ground, and the black mist that accompanied it quickly disappeared into the soil!

Ren Feifan walked over, looking at the severed arm lying on the ground and shook his head helplessly. The elder of the Thousand Poison Door had nearly a Heavenly Level cultivation, yet, he still couldn’t capture him. There was some regret, but severely injuring him was also good.

Presumably, this person must have a high status in Thousand Poison Door. At least, it could temporarily deter the Thousand Poison Door.

Ren Feifan was overthinking.

At this moment, at the Thousand Poison Door of Linji Province...

A group of people sat cross-legged atop heaps of bones in the cultivation hall of the Thousand Poison Door. Black smoke constantly emanated from the bones, fueling their cultivation!

Suddenly, the great hall shook and a crack appeared on the foundation of a formation drawn full of runes and levitating with seven Spirit Stones!

This was a formation that had been passed down through the Thousand Poison Door for a thousand years, typically only used by the elders in times of crisis to trigger the formation by burning their own blood essence.

From within the crack emerged an elder covered in blood and missing an arm!

All the people present opened their eyes abruptly and quickly surrounded him.

"Second Elder!"

"Second Elder!"

"Second Elder! Weren’t you invited by the Xu family to Capital City? How did you end up hurt like this? Was it the Xu family’s doing?"

Several elders angrily asked.

Elder Ying’s face turned pale, and his lips trembled slightly:

"It wasn’t the Xu family, but the young man who fell into the Heavenly Pond a month ago. He didn’t die! In fact, he’s gotten stronger!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present changed color!

Even the Sect Leader of the Thousand Poison Door opened his eyes wide and stood up angrily: "That child is still alive! How could this be?!"

No one has ever survived falling into the Heavenly Pond!

Every inhabitant of Mount Changbai knew this.

Elder Ying immediately swallowed an Elixir, staring at his severed arm as anger swelled within his chest.

He punched the ground, instantly shattering numerous rocks to vent his anger.

"The lad has more than one treasure on him, among them is a mirror that can even block my most powerful attack! He’s terrifyingly powerful! We, Thousand Poison Door members, must kill him! If we delay any further, it’ll become a real problem. He’s currently in Capital City. Let’s head there together!"

Just then, an older man with white hair and eyebrows spoke solemnly, "Second Elder, there’s one thing you didn’t consider. We can’t just go to Capital City in Huaxia at will. If you go alone, with the Xu family leading the way, it’s still acceptable. But once more than three Thousand Poison Door elders enter Capital City, the Guardians of the city will come looking for you."

Everyone fell silent. The Great Elder was correct - Capital City was a disputed area, overseen by the Guardians, and any cultivator would not be able to enter it at will.

So what should they do? Just let the lad keep growing?

This was absolutely unacceptable!

The Great Elder stroked his beard, and seeing everyone looking at him, he continued:

"Of course, there’s a way if we must go. We cultivators shouldn’t get involved in the affairs of Capital City and should leave it to the Xu family instead. Weren’t the Xu family keen to cooperate with us? We’ll do as they wish! The condition is for the Xu family to find a way to get us into the Capital City."

Upon hearing this proposition, Elder Ying was excited and wanted to clap his hands. But he remembered that he only had one hand left, so he clenched his fist and said, "Good! I’ll contact the Xu family in Capital City right away."

The scene then switches back.

Ren Feifan made a flick of his fingers and a flame burst forth, instantly burning the severed arm to ashes. Just as he was about to leave, an icy voice rang out from behind!

"Young man, didn’t you know that it’s forbidden to use a power above the Earth Level in Capital City? This is a rule!"

Ren Feifan turned around to see an old man. However, the old man was dressed rather strangely. He wore a high hat, his cheeks were sunken, and his face was full of deep wrinkles that matched those on his clothing.

He wore a whitewashed suit on his upper body, but the suit didn’t suit him at all, with the buttons not even done up properly.

There was not a hint of presence about him, yet he gave off a terrifying aura!

"Who are you?" Ren Feifan asked, frowning.

"The Guardian of Capital City in Huaxia," replied the old man.

(PS: I’m writing this in an internet cafe, just had a bread and should have enough energy to write a few more Chapters.)