Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1495: Chapter 1492: I Just Like Married Women

The foul stench of blood hangs like an invisible demon between heaven and earth, not only an assault on the senses but a malevolent force seeking to undermine the will of Xu Wendong, Chen Ye, and Xue Yan.

The intensity of this scent evokes an uncontrollable urge to vomit, as if every inch of their bodies resists this filthy assault.

In desperation, they release a stream of immortal energy from within, blocking the invasion of the blood mist.

But the wildflowers that should have been pure and unblemished are not so fortunate now.

They have become witnesses to this disaster.

The dense blood mist falls upon their delicate petals silently, layer upon layer, until their true essence is entirely obscured.

These flowers, covered by the blood mist, lose their original vitality and color, becoming exceptionally eerie, like the mythical flowers blooming on Hell’s shores, exuding death’s aura, offering an unprecedented visual shock.

Coupled with the roars and wails of the Otherworldly Demon, their voices echo as if from the depths of Hell, piercing this blood-soaked realm, chilling to the bone.

Contained within that voice is pain, despair, and anger, interwoven to form a horror symphony transforming this world into an unending Purgatory.

Caught in such an environment, the trio—Xu Wendong, Chen Ye, and Xue Yan—experiences a fear and oppression unlike any before, as if shackled by invisible chains, unable to escape the nightmare’s grip.

At this moment.

This place is no longer the mortal world.

But a genuine purgatory, every inch of land and every wail speaks of endless suffering and despair.

Chen Ye and Xue Yan tightly hold each other’s hands, their eyes reflecting intense panic and unease.

Although their cultivation levels far exceed that of Xu Wendong.

They have never witnessed such a heart-stopping scene.

Yet Xu Wendong remains calm.

He has risen step by step from Earth, facing all manner of storms; how would he fear these Otherworldly Demons?

”Junior Brother Xu, can this formation hold until tomorrow?” Xue Yan asks nervously, glancing at Xu Wendong, with looming worries in her heart.

Xu Wendong’s eyes are calm: ”If it’s merely Heavenly Immortal Realm Otherworldly Demons, the Five Elements Inversion Formation’s power could hold for several shichen.”

”But I’m afraid...”

Chen Ye asks, ”Afraid of what?”

Xu Wendong smiles bitterly: ”I’m afraid I won’t last that long.”

Controlling the formation is an exceedingly soul-exhausting task, with his current cultivation level, Xu Wendong can only last about two shichen.

Once the two shichen pass without anyone to control the array, it would collapse without attack.

Chen Ye hesitates not a moment before retrieving a jade vial, a flash of reluctance in his gaze: ”I have two Life Elixir pills here, which can help you recover your Soul Force, and perhaps hold until dawn.”

The Life Elixir, an elixir targeting Soul Force specifically.

When Soul Force is exhausted, consuming it instantly restores one to Peak state.

Though Chen Ye had been displeased with Xu Wendong, now he knows survival rests solely on Xu Wendong.

Xu Wendong’s eyes light up: ”With these two elixirs, my confidence is bolstered.”

At that moment.

A playful voice echoes from the entrance: ”Why do you resist death’s grip?”

”With your power, even if you fend off the Otherworldly Demons, escaping here alive is impossible.”

Upon hearing the voice.

Chen Ye and Xue Yan’s pupils tremble, their eyes reflecting disbelief.

Shock morphs into anger, Chen Ye snarls, ”Chu Xiong, is that you, still alive?”

The playful voice answered from the cave’s entrance: ”Senior Brother, long time no see. It’s disappointing you’re still trapped in the Heavenly Immortal Realm!”

”Does your cultivation befit the title of Lingyan Pavilion’s senior disciple?”

With a simple sentence.

It’s like an invisible hammer, pounding hard in Chen Ye’s heart, rendering him breathless.

”You know him?” Xu Wendong asks, puzzled, looking at Chen Ye and Xue Yan.

Xue Yan sighs, explaining: ”Chu Xiong is our junior disciple, ranked Old Nine among us, and the Master’s most beloved disciple, gifted, a paragon of the younger generation.”

”But alas, during the chaos of the Other Races, he sought personal gain, betrayed to become their lapdog.”

Chu Xiong’s voice returns: ”Third Sister, this can’t be called betrayal; it’s knowing the times!” He laughs out loud.

Xue Yan snaps in anger: ”Chu Xiong, you ungrateful wretch, do you repay the Master’s teachings and kindness thus?”

”Do you think the old man truly liked me?” Chu Xiong snarled: ”Though he knew I liked Junior Sister, he still betrothed her to the Sixth Senior Brother.”

”That’s a thorn in my heart!”

”Each time I recall, I wish to dismember the old man!”

”Alright, since we were fellow disciples, if you cease resisting and swear allegiance to Lord Blood Demon, I can grant you life.”

”However, you must reveal the Human Race’s habitat to me.”

”Consider it a tribute to Lord Blood Demon!”

”Thusly, you could become slaves under Lord Blood Demon, maybe even gain cultivation techniques from the Other Races, stand out among them.”

Xue Yan scoffs coldly: ”We would rather die than reveal the Human Race’s habitat to you.”

She knows that divulging the Human Race’s habitat will lead the Underground City to fall.

Exchanging her life for the lives of millions of cultivators in the Underground City feels very worthwhile.

”Ungrateful wretch.” Chu Xiong’s voice icy, murderous intent revealed, then his tone shifts, taunting: ”Third Sister, though I fancy Junior Sister, I’ve always liked you.”

”Yes, married women have always appealed to me.”

”Wait, when the formation breaks, I’ll take you before Senior Brother, cuckold him firsthand, let him taste despair.”

”They say married women are quite luscious, so I suppose you’ll be, Third Sister?”

”Moreover, after I enjoy myself, I’ll offer you to the Otherworldly Demons.”

”They’re formidable in that regard, sure to bring you ecstatic joy, joy your Senior Brother could never give!” he chuckles lasciviously.

Quaking with fury, Xue Yan’s heart erupts in murderous intent, but more so in regret.

Because.

It was she who introduced Chu Xiong to the Master.

”I heard this formation only hinders Heavenly Immortal Realm experts; could I, at True Immortal Realm Peak, break it?”

With a chilling, taunting laugh, Chu Xiong steps into the formation.