Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1629: Chapter 1626: Finally Meeting His Beloved

Xu Wendong’s gaze had just touched upon those three people, and it felt as though his heart was suddenly grasped by an invisible hand.

A surge of bitterness instantly flooded his nose, his eyes uncontrollably began to feel hot, tears quickly blurred his vision.

Those past days on Earth played back in his mind like an old movie, frame by frame, vividly.

His initial meeting with Zhong Qiu and Jiang Xueyao was in the bustling Magic Capital.

At that time, they were merely ordinary people in the urban sea, yet fate’s gears quietly turned due to Zhong Qiu and Jiang Xueyao possessing exceptionally rare Spiritual Bodies.

This caught the attention of the Cultivation World, and from then on, their life trajectory was completely altered, swept into that world filled with fantasy and the unknown.

Also, by a stroke of luck, Xu Wendong experienced Dual Cultivation with them, though the time spent together was truly brief, and emotions didn’t have the chance to take root and grow, remaining merely a fleeting fate.

But unlike Xu Fan, the bond between them was like a towering tree that firmly rooted and flourished through the years, with lush branches and leaves, steadfast and resilient.

Looking back, from the youthful and innocent teenage years to the present, at each point of growth, in days either confused or striving, Xu Fan was always by his side.

In Xu Wendong’s heart, Xu Fan’s importance was no less than family, just like sister-in-law Lin Yiren, being one of the most important and cherished beings in his life.

Therefore.

Upon learning that they were inexplicably taken to the Cultivation World.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Wendong resolutely stepped into that unfamiliar world full of dangers and challenges for him.

There, vast and shrouded in mist, concealed crisis at every turn, treacherous and perilous.

Last hurried meeting was just before they were about to ascend to the Immortal Realm, that brief encounter like a meteor streaking across the night sky, too swift to savor, hardly a word exchanged before they parted ways again.

And now.

After countless hardships, traversing through the Immortal Realm’s turbulent journey, they could reunite in Biluo City amidst the war-torn, demon-shadowed chaos.

Xu Wendong felt a frantic heartbeat within his chest, about to burst forth, his heart filled with the ecstatic joy of reunion.

And with uncontrollable excitement, words stuck in his throat, unable to utter a syllable, only allowing tears to overflow freely.

Xu Fan’s eyes too turned red, tears welling up, his lips curved into a smile filled with contentment, longing, and sentiment, his voice slightly choked and hoarse with emotion: ”I knew it, no matter how much time passed, no matter how far apart, you would definitely find a way to reach us!”

Jiang Xueyao and Zhong Qiu frantically nodded, looking at Xu Wendong with eyes full of deep affection.

They were merely mortals, feeling utterly lost upon entering the Cultivation World, unable to adapt to its lifestyle.

During that time, the two were extremely anxious, even harboring thoughts of seeking death.

Yet Xu Fan comforted them not to give up, firmly believing that one day Xu Wendong would enter the Cultivation World to find them!

Sure enough.

He really came.

Even a brief meeting before ascension gave them hope.

Though the survival environment in the Immortal Realm was far harsher than the Cultivation World, they always trusted Xu Wendong would come.

”Let me rescue people first, and we’ll catch up when there’s time.”

Xu Wendong’s clear voice was like a ringing bell, instantly cutting through the surrounding noise.

The smile at the corner of his mouth, an apologetic curve, was like the gentle ripples of a spring sun across a lake, his gaze as lively as a fluttering sparrow.

Upon finishing, his figure abruptly turned, his attire like a fierce battle flag, fluttering aggressively in the gusts, fine cracks appearing on the cobbled ground beneath, his whole person resembling an arrow released from a bow, a soaring roc standing proudly in the open space of Biluo City.

At this moment, although the smoke scattered, amid the broken remnants, the injured moan in pain, citizens displayed fear, the desolate scene akin to a grim apocalyptic tableau.

His hands, like a pair of butterflies elegantly flitting among blossoming flowers, danced swiftly within a narrow space before him; Finger Techniques changing unpredictably, complex Seals moving like a school of fish darting through clear streams, agile and rapid.

In an instant, Seals glittering with spiritual rays hovered in the air, radiant and shining.

In a flash, the originally leaden-grey, silent and suffocating sky over Biluo City seemed forcibly swept away by a pair of unseen yet immensely powerful hands, rolling black clouds like a defeated army, resentful and lamenting, surged and twisted as they scattered away.

The clear sky like a curtain cleft by a sharp blade, suddenly revealed, and the sun poured down unreservedly, golden rays spreading across like a stage resplendently prepared for this grand rescue.

Next, life-giving rain like a burst Milky Way, poured down torrentially.

Those raindrops were far from the mundane, ordinary rainwater, bland and weak.

Each droplet seemed crafted by the miraculous hands of nature, crystal clear, like cast from crystal.

Inside, green shadows swayed, as if miniature forests robustly growing, with hidden wood grain, the fine texture like time’s engravings.

It was the condensed and embodied form of the Wood Element Path, akin to slumbering spirits, enfolding boundless vitality and extraordinary healing prowess.

As rain fell, seemingly led by mysterious gravity, accurately touched the bodies of the injured.

In an instant, a silent yet awe-inspiring ceremony of life revival commenced, raindrops lightly touching wounds like lively, mischievous sprites finding warm havens, joyfully leaping, softly singing.

Traces of green light leaked out, like tender spring buds, and transformed into gentle, yet extraordinarily effective medicinal power, seeping into flesh threads like fine needlework, stitching broken blood vessels.

Like trickling streams, nourishing depleted organs, wherever they reached, wounds healed visibly rapidly, decayed flesh renewed, bone covered with skin, past injuries whisked away as if brushed by a gentle breeze, vanishing completely.

The originally piercing pain moans within the city gradually replaced by gasps of delight and exhultant cries.

Vitality and hope, under this life-giving rain, quietly revived and flourished in every inch of Biluo City’s land.

Meanwhile.

The powerhouses of the Thirteen Immortal Clans charged like surging heavenly warriors, carrying the overwhelming force of Thunder straight towards the Alien Demon Camp.

In an instant, the battlefield felt as though a powder keg ignited, erupting in a gigantic battle shaking the heavens and earth, crying the ghosts and gods.

Looking around, those otherworldly demons appeared menacing, wrapped in swirling demonic qi, like ink clouds rolling, surging with a chilling pressure, each roar seemingly capable of shattering the void, their strength formidable beyond compare.

Their numbers were even dense, like locusts blotting out the sky and sun, swarming forth, stirring sand and stones, imposing their fierce momentum, resembling a mighty flood with the power to overwhelm everything.

However.

When the Thirteen Immortal Clans’ fighters appeared, the situation instantly turned!