Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 999 - 997: A Knife Waiting to be Drawn!

Chapter 999: Chapter 997: A Knife Waiting to be Drawn!

"Zhou Chenglong, I never intended to kill you, but you’ve crossed my line time and again. You sealed your fate with your own hands! You should never have laid a finger on the women by my side!"

Ren Feifan said indifferently as he looked at Zhou Chenglong without any hint of emotion.

Zhou Chenglong hung his head low, lost in thought, his mind a complete wreck.

Suddenly! His whole body jerked upward as he roared, "If I’m to die, I’m taking you down to hell with me!"

The next second, his body swelled as if about to explode!

"Dream on if you think you can self-destruct!"

Ren Feifan’s Ancient Dust Sword in hand, he slashed down, releasing an ancient aura that surged directly towards Zhou Chenglong!

"Pu!"

He didn’t even get the chance to blow himself up and was directly slain by Ren Feifan!

Head severed from the body!

Ren Feifan glanced at Zhou Chenglong’s corpse, shook his head helplessly, and without saying much, he walked towards Cui Ying and Xu Shihan.

Seeing Ren Feifan approaching, Xu Shihan helped Cui Ying get up.

Cui Ying’s face finally had some color back, signifying her injuries were mostly healed.

"Feifan, thank you for coming. If it weren’t for you, I..." Cui Ying whispered weakly, her voice stirring pity.

Ren Feifan smiled, his face devoid of the murderous aura from before, "I promised your grandfather, no one can hurt you. Have you forgotten?

To touch you, they must first ask if Ren Feifan agrees!"

Suddenly, he recalled something and then asked, "Why did you come here, and why did you secretly sneak away from Shi Han to pay homage to your ancestors?"

Cui Ying’s weak voice replied, "That day at the Sacred Sect, I saw my mother, but to my shock, it was actually someone transformed by Zhou Chenglong’s orders. I fell for the trick and ended up in this predicament. Feifan, am I a bit foolish?"

Ren Feifan then realized the situation and picked up Cui Ying in his arms, saying directly, "Let’s go back to the Sacred Sect. A lot has happened there recently. You should rest at the sect and stop going out."

"Okay."

The three of them drove back to the Sacred Sect that day, as there was a lot awaiting them.

Although Cui Ying had reached the third level of cultivation and could practice with Ren Feifan, he would naturally not do anything utterly reprehensible since she was still very weak.

Moreover, with the Sword Marquis’ funeral approaching, he did not wish to be distracted.

He spent the entire day in the cultivation room, solidifying his initial realm of Innate level.

......

A day went by in the blink of an eye.

Before dawn the next day, the disciples of the Sacred Sect began to set out.

Because today was the day for the cremation and burial of the Sword Marquis.

At eight in the morning, in Capital City, at the Wanhappy Tianan Funeral Home.

This was the largest funeral home in Capital City, catering to no less than thirty deceased daily.

But today, Wanhappy Tianan was especially quiet, and even the sky seemed to mourn, sprinkling down a light rain.

Some individuals had planned to arrange the cremation of their loved ones at Wanhappy Tianan, only to find that it was booked for the entire day by a mysterious person.

No one was permitted entry.

Even the business elites and government officials of Capital City couldn’t secure any slots for the day.

Outside the entrance of Wanhappy Tianan Funeral Home stood figures in black robes, uniformly sheltering under black umbrellas.

Their postures were upright, their presence commanding, with the emblem of the Sacred Sect emblazoned on their chests!

They were indeed disciples of the Sacred Sect!

Curious parties sent spies to find out who had booked Wanhappy Tianan for the day.

But a good number of spies were scared off just by the sight of these figures in black, their aura too intimidating, too oppressive.

Those who weren’t deterred and tried to take photos suddenly found themselves knocked unconscious by a mysterious force, plunging into darkness.

Completely unconscious.

Outside the Wanhappy Tianan Funeral Home.

A stretched Lincoln limousine came to a slow stop, with a driver emanating the aura of the Heavenly Rank stepping out to open the door, carefully holding an umbrella overhead.

"Your Holiness, we have arrived!"

A handsome young man with a serious face descended from the carriage. His skin had a cold, dark, and distinct complexion, sharp and chiseled features, and his prominent, angled eyebrows soared above his long, sharp black eyes, exuding a hint of chilliness.

He was very young.

It was Ren Feifan!

Seeing the driver hold out an umbrella, Ren Feifan waved his hand, "Take it to Sword Marquis’s daughter instead; I don’t need it."

Having said that, he proceeded towards the Ten Thousand Blessings Sanctuary, the rain drenching him slightly.

He could have easily used his True Qi to shield himself, but he chose not to.

Because this was a sign of respect for the deceased.

At the entrance to the Ten Thousand Blessings Sanctuary, two rows of people in black surged forward, numbering in the hundreds!

Their aura was overwhelming, their eyes stern, proudly defying the heavens!

They were disciples of the Sacred Order!

Ren Feifan walked towards the crowd!

Hundreds fell silent, their eyes sharp as swords, the atmosphere tense; they watched Ren Feifan closely.

Just then, a towering man nearly two meters tall discarded his umbrella, his veins bulging as he quickly raised his right hand and transformed it from a fist to a palm, clapping them together.

If the Saint himself didn’t carry an umbrella, what right did they have to use one!

The man’s hands collided, the powerful restraint even caused a series of air explosions around them.

"Bang!"

The man suddenly knelt on one knee, pressing his right hand onto his kneecap, lowering his head.

"Greetings, Your Holiness!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The hundreds of people in black amidst the rain also inexplicably dropped their umbrellas and knelt on one knee, mimicking the man’s action.

"Greetings, Your Holiness!"

"Greetings, Your Holiness!"

Ren Feifan halted his steps, expressionless, and swung his arm, "The deceased should be revered the most; today you do not need to kneel to me. If you are to kneel, do it for the brother who passed away, for the Sword Marquis!"

Hundreds of black eyes suddenly focused, shooting towards a procession behind Ren Feifan like cold stars in their black attire!

Eight people in black were carrying a coffin step by step!

They were all Body Refinement practitioners!

With each step they took, a footprint about one centimeter deep appeared on the ground!

The heavy footsteps!

Leading the coffin procession was a young girl, a girl in the rain.

The Sword Marquis’s daughter.

Ren Feifan turned around, witnessing this scene, and became solemn.

At that moment, Luo Yin approached.

"Your Holiness, everything is ready."

"Did those people give you any trouble?"

"No."

Ren Feifan nodded, patted Luo Yin on the shoulder, and said, "After the cremation, we’ll head up the mountain at ten. How’s the clearing of the roads going?"

Ren Feifan didn’t want the common people to be endangered when the great battle unfolded.

"The Sacred Order’s disciples on the mountain are ready, and the National Security Bureau has collaborated with us on all the preparations. There are no outsiders, rest assured, Your Holiness."

"Good. Have those old monsters from Crouching Dragon Villa left yet?"

"They left Crouching Dragon Villa at seven in the morning. They should have gone up the mountain earlier."

"They really dare to go up the mountain, interesting! Since they’ve come, let them stay permanently to keep the Sword Marquis company!"

Ren Feifan clenched his fist! He spoke through gritted teeth!

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