The Divine Urban Physician

Chapter 4146: Chapter 4146: Who Is the Real Schemer! (Seventh Update)

At the same time, the destructive power madly poured into the Evil God Sculpture, causing fine cracks to appear on its surface, which then shattered into countless fragments. Gao Wuyang, who was fused into the sculpture, couldn’t even let out a scream before he felt a darkness envelop him, and his consciousness turned into nihility.

In his final moment before death, Gao Wuyang clearly saw Ye Chen’s appearance. What puzzled him greatly was that he had never met Ye Chen, let alone left Ye Chen with a ruined home and family.

Gao Wuyang had no idea that this was just a pretext Ye Chen deliberately concocted. Slaying Gao Wuyang under the guise of someone wronged by him would reduce Qiao Lan’s vigilance, making it easier for her to accept Ye Chen’s disguised identity.

It was precisely for this reason Ye Chen delivered a thunderous strike, giving Gao Wuyang no chance to speak, eradicating him instantly.

At this moment, as she lay on the ground in despair, the originally hopeless Qiao Lan watched the Evil God Sculpture crumble loudly and saw Gao Wuyang obliterated by a sword, her eyes shocked as they turned to Ye Chen.

She heard clearly what Ye Chen said when he killed Gao Wuyang, and the sword that ended Gao Wuyang was filled with endless destructive and slaughter power, making Qiao Lan understand that Ye Chen was born for slaughter.

"He saved my life; he’s my benefactor."

Qiao Lan looked at Ye Chen, her gaze trembling, her heart conflicted, unsure whether to feel gratitude or if something else was stirred within her.

"A person born for slaughter like him is perfect for the Dead Spirit Hall. If my father sees him, he will undoubtedly entrust him with important responsibilities and fully cultivate him, and by taking him into the Dead Spirit Hall, I can repay his lifesaving kindness."

Qiao Lan thought this in her heart yet saw Ye Chen, having killed Gao Wuyang with a single sword, not even glancing at her before preparing to leave.

"This guy!"

Qiao Lan felt irritated as Ye Chen ignored her, struggling to get up from the ground.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Hmm?"

Ye Chen looked towards Qiao Lan, then shook his head: "Where I’m headed is none of your concern. The major debt is settled, and there’s nothing worth lingering here for. Next, it’s time to find that guy and exact revenge!"

Ye Chen’s eyes flashed with endless killing intent.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Lan hurriedly spoke: "Since that’s the case, why not join the Dead Spirit Hall? I can introduce you to the Hall Master."

Ye Chen’s heart was excited upon hearing this; he had been waiting for this moment, yet outwardly he maintained a calm demeanor.

"Dead Spirit Hall?"

Ye Chen cast a glance at Qiao Lan, his gaze steady, pondering for a moment before shaking his head, "Forget it, I’m not interested. Rather than joining the Dead Spirit Hall, I prefer wandering the world freely."

After saying this, Ye Chen turned to leave, only to be stopped by Qiao Lan once more.

"You saved my life. Even if you don’t wish to join the Dead Spirit Hall, please at least tell me your name. If we meet again someday, I’ll be sure to repay you."

Qiao Lan said sincerely.

Hearing this, Ye Chen paused for a moment, then spoke: "I am Chen Ye."

After speaking, Ye Chen’s figure vanished in a flash, giving Qiao Lan no further chance to speak, directly flying away into the distance.

Though Ye Chen wished to join the Dead Spirit Hall, directly agreeing might arouse suspicion, so he purposely refused to win Qiao Lan’s trust, advancing by retreating, indeed.

At this moment, witnessing Ye Chen’s figure fade from view, Qiao Lan’s gaze flickered as she relaxed the hand she had been hiding behind her back.

During their conversation, Qiao Lan had secretly used a secret technique to leave a mark on Ye Chen, ensuring she could track his whereabouts no matter where he went.

Qiao Lan did this because Ye Chen’s Dao was highly suitable for the Dead Spirit Hall. Ye Chen possessed unparalleled killing intent and even mastered Destruction Divine Dao, born for slaughter, destined to become an assassin, perhaps even the King of Assassins. She resolved to recruit Ye Chen into the Dead Spirit Hall.

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One day later, Ye Chen sat cross-legged in an inn within Tianyin City, cultivating intently.

This small, secluded city lay remotely, a distance of ten thousand miles from the Huafeng Mountain, a place Ye Chen deliberately came to further win Qiao Lan’s trust.

Qiao Lan had tampered with Ye Chen’s body, but Ye Chen was fully aware, able to sense the spiritual energy circulating within him which carried a hint of obfuscated, secretive necrosis.

Clearly, Qiao Lan took the bait; the further Ye Chen distanced himself from her, the more she would believe Ye Chen had no interest in the Dead Spirit Hall.

At this moment, Ye Chen quietly cultivated, his divine soul scanning the surroundings, already detecting Qiao Lan’s approaching aura, yet he remained unreactive, feigning oblivion, continuing his silent, soul-suppressing training.

A moment later, a wave of spiritual energy fluctuation came from outside the door, and Ye Chen’s lips curled into a smirk as his eyes suddenly opened.

"What do you want to do?"

Ye Chen said coldly, suddenly striking, thrusting a sword toward the wooden door.

"Boom!"

The wooden door shattered loudly, the Slaughter Sword aimed precisely at the person outside, Qiao Lan.

Ye Chen spared no effort with this sword, his killing intent violent. Seeing the sharp, unstoppable destructive power on the Slaughter Sword, Qiao Lan’s eyelids twitched, she hurriedly dodged aside.

But the sword was too swift and ferocious, making it impossible for Qiao Lan to evade, forcing her to grit her teeth and utter a low cry, her eyes flashing with radiant light.

"Death Spirit Confusion Divine Light!"

Like Thunder Light, a strange divine light saturated with endless necrosis swept forth. Ye Chen’s expression scornful, the Slaughter Sword struck precisely, instantly dissipating the bizarre divine light.

Immediately, the Slaughter Sword continued toward Qiao Lan, the killing intent and cold gleam unrelenting.

Seeing this, Qiao Lan showed a shocked expression; Ye Chen’s sword was terrifying, second only to Qing Wanji’s, the most fearsome she had ever faced, leaving her unable to resist, even evade.

"No, it’s me! I mean no harm!"

As the Slaughter Sword was about to pierce Qiao Lan’s neck, she cried out fearfully.

The Slaughter Sword abruptly halted in front of Qiao Lan’s neck, she could feel the endless coldness, a shallow wound already surfacing on her neck, blood seeping out.

"Doesn’t this guy know what cherishing beauty means?"

Qiao Lan felt indignant inside, but her flawless face bore fear, having narrowly avoided being killed by Ye Chen.

"Why are you following me?"

Ye Chen kept the Slaughter Sword at Qiao Lan’s slender, snowy neck, his gaze cold, asking with a chilling tone.

Hearing this, Qiao Lan’s delicate face paled slightly, yet she still opened her mouth to speak: "Can’t you put down the sword before we talk?"

"No."

Ye Chen looked at Qiao Lan expressionlessly, "What exactly do you want? I have no interest in joining the Dead Spirit Hall. If you persist in this matter, leave immediately. If I see you again, I’ll kill you directly."

Seeing Ye Chen’s resolute stance, Qiao Lan felt incredulous. The Dead Spirit Hall was such an organization, countless people wished to join, yet Ye Chen repeatedly refused, showing such disdain for the Dead Spirit Hall, the sense of disparity irritated Qiao Lan.

"Why, why don’t you want to join the Dead Spirit Hall."

Qiao Lan looked at Ye Chen and couldn’t help but say: "You must know, as long as you’re willing to join the Dead Spirit Hall, you can have everything you want; the Dead Spirit Hall can fulfill your every desire!"