Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 813 - 811: Ren Feicheng is Back!

Chapter 813: Chapter 811: Ren Feicheng is Back!

The cruise had been sailing on the ocean for an unknown amount of time, Ren Feifan stood at the bow of the ship, feeling desolate and lonely; he didn’t know how much longer it would take to reach Huaxia.

The lake was calm, barely any ripples disturbing its surface.

Ren Feifan sat cross-legged, blowing in the cold wind, and gradually entered a state of cultivation; Spirit Stones floated around his body, strands of energy continually entered his body.

The tattoos on him began to surge.

This time, there was no Blood Moon...

Meanwhile, at the Ren Family in Huaxia.

The Huaxia Guardian Old Yue, Red Sect protector Du Haizhi, and Song Xinzu all sat on the sofas in the Ye family’s living room, seemingly waiting for something.

They had received news that today Ren Feicheng would find the time to return to the Ren Family home.

If it weren’t for the severity of the situation in Huaxia, he would never leave the critical matter at Hidden Gate to come back beforehand.

After an unknown amount of time, the Ren Family’s main gate suddenly opened, and a young man with some stubble on his face walked in.

The young man wore casual clothes, his expression stern; he stepped into the Ren household, and the expression on every member of the Ren Family changed.

For some reason, the servants even began to tremble in their legs.

"Clan Leader, you’re back!"

"Greetings, Clan Leader!"

...

Nearly everyone stopped what they were doing, and with faces filled with fear, they greeted the young man with some stubble.

Ren Feicheng paid no attention to these servants; to him, these servants weren’t worthy of the time it would take to acknowledge them.

All ordinary people in Huaxia were lowly.

Only the lofty cultivators were noble!

Only he, Ren Feicheng, deserved to have all the finer things in life.

Beautiful women, wealth, power, cultivation, treasures!

All of them belonged to him alone!

Ren Feicheng went straight to the hall and casually took off his outer clothes.

At this moment, Ren Feicheng wore only a white dress shirt!

His tight, firm muscles were faintly visible.

Old Yue, Red Sect protector Du Haizhi, and Song Xinzu quickly stood up to greet him, but they were pressured by Ren Feicheng’s imposing manner to sit back down.

"Don’t waste words; after such a long time, you have still let Ren Feifan live comfortably. Do you take my words for nothing but wind?"

Du Haizhi’s face turned red, and he knelt down even further: "It is my failure in fulfilling my duty; I beg the Sect Leader to grant me death."

Ren Feicheng snorted coldly, slapping Du Haizhi across the face: "Indeed, you have failed in your duty. Wanting to die? You’re really thinking too simplistically!"

"Sect Leader, I..."

Before Du Haizhi could finish speaking, Ren Feifan shifted his gaze onto Song Xinzu, he found something odd about Song Xinzu, her eyes were exceptionally cold, completely lacking the previous affection she had for him.

This was the person specifically requested by his master; he had to deliver Song Xinzu unharmed to the Hidden Gate.

Ren Feicheng’s gaze fixed on Song Xinzu as he asked, "Junior Sister, what’s wrong, why do I feel something is off?"

Song Xinzu did not speak; she had formed a pact with Ren Feifan, and many of Ren Feifan’s feelings towards Ren Feicheng naturally bled into her.

So her feelings towards Ren Feicheng had long since faded; in fact, there was even a hint of disgust.

Du Haizhi hurriedly explained: "Sect Leader, the reason Miss Song is like this should be because she has been controlled by that Ren Feifan. I had noticed this issue before."

Ren Feicheng stood up: "What, with Song Xinzu’s strength, how could she be controlled by that Huaxia boy? Are you joking?"

Du Haizhi’s face was completely like that of a bitter melon: "Sect Leader, I dare not deceive you; there’s something sinister about that Ren Feifan, I think we need to take the long view."

Ren Feicheng ignored Du Haizhi and instead pressed a finger to Song Xinzu’s brow, channeling a stream of True Qi into it.

Indeed, upon reaching deep within, Ren Feicheng felt a hint of resistance.

"A piece of trash dares to play such petty tricks in front of me!"

With a cold snort, a terrifying power swept out, attempting to break through that layer of restriction!

But to his surprise, not only did his power fail to break through Song Xinzu’s restriction, it actually backlashed against his own body.

Ren Feicheng’s Blood Gas surged instantly, furrowing his brows tightly.

"What on earth is inside this that even I cannot break?"

Ren Feicheng withdrew his finger, turned his back, and demanded, "Since Ren Feifan isn’t dead, then I ask you all, where is he? I’ll stay in Capital City for no more than two days. I want to meet this ’good younger brother’ of mine in person!"

The Huaxia Guardian, who had been silent until now, stood up and said, "Master Ren, the child should now be on Ice Ghost Island, but his life or death is uncertain. All the ships we sent from Huaxia have been destroyed, and it is estimated that everyone has perished, including Ren Feifan."

Ren Feicheng waved his hand, confident, "That guy won’t die so easily. If it were that easy, I wouldn’t be here now. In which waters is Ice Ghost Island, and have you sent forces to search for him?"

"Huaxia has navy vessels stationed in the waters near Ice Ghost Island. If anyone comes out, we will be notified immediately."

"Good, then I’ll wait for your good news. Don’t let me, Ren Feicheng, be disappointed this time! Otherwise, you might regret it for the rest of your lives."

...

The massive ship belonging to Ren Feifan had been sailing the sea for who knows how long, and when cultivating, he could nearly forget the passage of time.

Along the way, several Huaxia naval ships seemed to take notice of this particular ship, but upon seeing the vessel’s emblem and the flags on it, they didn’t dare to approach or question it.

Since the massive ship belonged to that Western Marquis, who under the heavens would dare to interfere?

The possibility of someone else being in control was simply non-existent.

The old Marquis’s strength was not something ordinary people could resist, who would dare to provoke him?

Ren Feifan’s journey was relatively smooth, and he was soon approaching a Huaxia port.

Bright red flags fluttered outside the port, signaling his return to Huaxia at last.

Ren Feifan was utterly exhausted from the battle, wondering how Xu Shihan, Cui Ying, and Ye Qingcheng were faring and realizing he had been away for quite some time.

"There’s no place like Huaxia."

...

At a certain base in Huaxia.

Everyone was silent, their faces expressionless.

That’s because the Huaxia ship that went to Ice Ghost Island had completely lost contact.

This was the scenario they feared the most; clearly, this outcome was worse than any they had faced before.

In the past, Huaxia’s people could at least bring back the bodies of the fallen heroes, but this time, not even the crew could return.

No one knew what had become of the battle on Ice Ghost Island, as there were no updates.

The faces of these powerful elders, who virtually ruled over half of Huaxia, bore an unprecedented look of worry.

"We originally thought that with Ren Feifan, Huaxia might have a chance this time. But to our complete surprise, Huaxia’s entire force was annihilated. But why did those people destroy even the ships that accompanied us this time? Are they planning to fight to the bitter end with Huaxia?"

"We need to see the living or find the dead. Send people to Ice Ghost Island. We must find Ren Feifan’s body!" said the old leader sitting at the center.

"Who should we send? An ordinary person wouldn’t stand a chance against those Western powerhouses," someone asked.

"I’ve had someone in mind for a long time, let’s choose Wang Zhen!"

Upon hearing these words from the old leader, everyone’s faces changed slightly, indicating the old leader was serious this time.

Suddenly, a man dressed in a Zhongshan suit received an unexpected phone call.

The man, around fifty years old with half-white hair neatly combed, had a very somber expression.

This phone call was one that nobody would normally make, unless there was an exceptional circumstance.

After listening for a while, the elder understood what was happening, and his expression changed.

"What! That son of a bitch’s ship dares to sail into our territory! He’s looking for death!"