Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain

Chapter 1424: Chapter 1423 The Everlasting Rising Sun!

The old man with a broken arm’s grandson watched the man from Yinghua Country, who seemed like a ”ghost god,” using those terrifying skills to kill their ”believers.”

He truly regretted everything now.

”I was too foolish before, actually worshipping them as idols. Their so-called Samurai Spirit turned out to be this agitating and frightful.”

He really wished he could slap himself twice.

At that moment, he lowered his head and said to his grandpa, ”Grandpa, I... I was wrong, I made a huge mistake before.”

The old man with a broken arm sighed and said, ”Back then, they were the ones who killed your great grandpa and great grandma... just like this, they slaughtered our compatriots...”

Lin Dong, witnessing this scene, also had his expression turn cold.

As for Qiao Bing’s colleague in the red clothes, Lin Dong naturally had no interest in saving her.

But that didn’t mean Lin Dong would allow him to continue killing others.

Lin Dong shouted, ”Stop!”

A terrifying pressure was exerted on the ’Demon Emperor,’ making him unable to move instantly.

He was just a beginner-realm martial artist, and his foundation was not even solid; before Lin Dong, he had little strength to resist.

Lin Dong, using his powerful mental power and inner energy, doubly suppressed him.

Under this dual suppression, the ’Demon Emperor’ was no longer frenzied and couldn’t even move a muscle.

Immediately, Lin Dong moved, striking him down with one palm like a Heavenly God descending to the Earth!

”Boom!”

After Lin Dong killed the ’Demon Emperor,’ the scene finally became completely quiet.

Everyone’s panic from before slowly started to subside.

And the grandson of the old man with a broken arm was stunned.

Miss Tengzi, the female star from Yinghua Country, was trembling; she knew all too well how terrifying her master was.

Just like a ghost god!

Yet, when facing this young martial artist from Dragon Country, her master who seemed like a ghost god had no power to resist.

Lin Dong looked at her right then.

”Just one glance,” and it made her pee her pants in fright.

Lin Dong frowned slightly and looked around, noticing the chaos everywhere.

He took out his phone and made a call to the War Department over there, asking them to handle the aftermath.

As for Miss Tengzi and the other warriors from Yinghua Country, Lin Dong had also lost interest in killing them. Let the War Department handle these people.

While waiting for the people from the War Department to arrive, the grandson of the old man with a broken arm hurriedly approached.

He cautiously asked, ”Hero, may I ask, what is your name?”

Lin Dong glanced at him and said, ”I’m not any hero; your grandparents are.”

”You don’t need to worship me; the person you should truly worship is a hero like your grandpa.”

”They are many who spilled their blood on this land, and yet until their dying breath, they left without a name. These people are the heroes worthy of your worship!”

The grandson of the old man with a broken arm was taken aback, his face full of shame.

Yes, my grandpa is clearly a hero, yet instead of adoring such a hero by my side, I actually started admiring the samurai spirit depicted in those Yinghua Country animated movies and the characters created within their comics.

That’s truly laughable.

At this moment, Lin Dong glanced at the others again, his gaze sweeping across everyone, looking at those dressed in Yinghua Country attire, made up to look like fake Yinghua Country people.

There were hundreds of them here, and after the incident just now, they all had a look of just having settled their frightened souls.

Some people, feeling ashamed, bowed their heads when looking at Lin Dong.

But there were also some who still showed no signs of remorse.

Lin Dong shook his head, he could save these people’s lives, but he couldn’t change their way of thinking.

Just like his medical arts, he could cure various illnesses. However, when it came to those extreme thoughts, he was powerless to heal them.

Some people will idolize foreigners, some are selfish, some have no regard for human life...

No matter how skilled Lin Dong was in medicine, he could not cure them.

It wasn’t long before the People from the War Department arrived, sealing off the area.

The leader was ’Zhuque the Dragon Messenger,’ a subordinate of the Dragon King War God.

Upon seeing Lin Dong, she bemoaned, ”Mr. Lin, it’s good that you were here. Neither our War Department nor the Martial Arbiters detected that this person was from Japan’s Yin-Yang Association.”

Because many people were around, Zhuque the Dragon Messenger addressed Lin Dong as ’Mr. Lin’ instead of ’War God Lin.’

Lin Dong nodded and said, ”Then I’ll leave this place to you guys. I’m leaving. Oh, and keep the news under wraps.”

”Mm-hmm,” Zhuque the Dragon Messenger nodded, beginning to lead her Soldiers in cleaning up the area.

As for Lin Dong, he left ’Munaju’ with Qiao Bing.

After the two stepped outside, they felt an immediate sense of clarity, as if transitioning from a gloomy place to one brimming with sunshine.

”That place just now was really oppressive,” Qiao Bing said.

Lin Dong nodded, places where evil magic is cultivated often feel depressing and dark.

Even Lin Dong felt much of Yinghua Country’s culture was quite dark. He didn’t understand why so many people adored it.

”Ah, Lin Dong, look quick. Over There are so many people wearing Hanfu, it’s beautiful,” Qiao Bing suddenly exclaimed, pointing ahead and speaking excitedly to Lin Dong.

Following where she pointed, Lin Dong indeed saw hundreds of men and women clad in Hanfu moving about on the street ahead. It seemed they had encountered a Hanfu festival.

They wore Han robes from the Han Dynasty, scholarly and majestic, as if allowing one to glimpse the champion marquis from a thousand years past, riding his horse and brandishing his whip, battling Outside the Frontier, preventing the nomads from invading and herding their horses with commanding presence.

There were also those wearing Feather Fan and Silk Turban of the Three Kingdoms period, which couldn’t help but conjure images of the mighty Yangtze River sweeping the east, its waves washing away many heroes.

Others wore Tang suits, stately and elegant, noble and powerful, evoking the glorious era of the Tang Dynasty that commanded the respect of countless nations.

Some wore Song Dynasty skirts, serene and delicate, dazzling like the prosperity depicted in The River during the Qingming Festival...

There were also those in Ming robes, simple yet elegant, straightforward yet practical, bringing to mind the ’Prosperous Age of Ming Dynasty’ where the Son of Heaven guarded the national gate, and the King would die for his country.

In what way does my Dragon Country’s Hanfu fail to compare with Yinghua Country’s Kimono?

And how could Yinghua Country’s historical culture possibly rival that of my Dragon Country?

”Such a sight, a pleasure to behold!” Lin Dong said with a knowing smile as he watched that group of Dragon Country’s Young People in Hanfu stride past, full of grace and splendor.

Qiao Bing also remarked:

”These kind of young people are becoming more and more common.”

”More and more people love Hanfu, enjoy Peking Opera, appreciate Traditional Chinese Medicine, admire Dragon Country Martial Arts... Hopefully, the morning sun is always shining on my land. Though clouds may occasionally arise, as long as the sun endures, the morning sun on this land will forever shine!”