Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Lingxu Taoist stood up subconsciously, full of reverence and trepidation: ”Young Master, whatever you need, just command me. Not just one task, even if there are a thousand or ten thousand tasks, I would dare any danger, even a thousand deaths!”

To him, Xu Wendong was a benefactor in his life.

If it weren’t for the three words ”Mystic Spirit Pavilion” written by him, it would have been very difficult for him to break through and transform from Golden Core to Nascent Soul in this lifetime.

Xu Wendong took a sip of tea and said lightly, ”This matter isn’t that difficult. I hope you can travel around the country to help me find some cultivators with special talents.”

Dragon Soul had said before that those reincarnated Celestial Gods would have extraordinary talents after beginning their cultivation anew, which is why he asked Lingxu Taoist to help him search.

Lingxu Taoist couldn’t help but ask, ”I wonder if Young Master has any specific requirements or instructions for these talented cultivators?”

Xu Wendong thought for a moment and said, ”I’m looking for those who possess special spirit roots or those rare individuals with an extraordinary perception and control over elemental power.”

”Or those who can communicate effortlessly with spirit plants or spiritual pets, as if they were naturally close to them.”

”There’s no need to be restricted by their background, even if they are from humble origins or deep-secluded hermits, as long as they have unique characteristics, they should be noted.”

”You must search thoroughly, leave no possible clue unexplored.”

Lingxu Taoist replied respectfully, ”I will abide by Young Master’s instructions. I will certainly utilize all my connections and resources, traverse the great rivers north and south, delve into mountains, rivers, and seas, and find all those with extraordinary talent to bring before Young Master.”

At this point, he paused and continued, ”However, the world is vast and boundless, searching might take considerable time, I hope Young Master will be patient.”

Xu Wendong waved his hand, a faint smile appeared on his face: ”No matter, rest assured and go, don’t worry. If you encounter troublesome matters on the way, you can directly call my phone.”

”Additionally, handle that corpse as well!” Saying this, he gave his phone number to Lingxu Taoist.

After that, Lingxu Taoist didn’t hesitate any longer, turned, and quickly walked out of the Mystic Spirit Pavilion.

Only to see spiritual power surge around him, his body instantaneously turned into a blurred shadow, like a stream of light, disappearing from Xu Wendong’s sight in an instant.

After Lingxu Taoist left, Xu Wendong frowned slightly, showing a hint of hesitation on his face.

Moments later, he seemed to have made some sort of decision, slowly picked up his phone, and his fingers gently slid across the screen, dialing the number of Miss Ye Qiu from the Ye Family.

”Mister Xu, why did you suddenly call? Do you have any instructions?” Ye Qiu was clearly very surprised to receive Xu Wendong’s call, but her words were unconsciously filled with awe.

Xu Wendong took a deep breath, speaking in a grave tone: ”The misfortune your Ye Family encountered previously wasn’t an accidental incident; someone schemed behind the scenes, intending to destroy your family and replace you.”

”I’ve said all I can, you must be more cautious and take care of yourselves!”

Just after hanging up the phone, there was a clear jingle of bells at the shop door. He looked up, only to see a young, beautiful girl walking in with light steps.

The girl appeared to be eighteen or nineteen, with a graceful figure, like a willow swaying in the wind.

Her long, black, and shiny hair fell smoothly like a waterfall over her round shoulders, gently swaying with her movements, exuding an enchanting luster.

Her face was delicate and small, her skin whiter than snow, like it was carved from sheep jade, emitting a faint pink glow, brimming with youthful vitality and vigor.

Her long and curved eyebrows were like distant mountains, much like two willow leaves extending gracefully across her forehead, adding a touch of gentleness and charm to her face.

Her bright and clear eyes were like stars twinkling in the night sky, with a lively brilliance flowing in her deep eyes, and a glance carries endless stories and emotions.

The small, delicate nose, perfectly embedded in the center of her face, gave her features enhanced depth.

Her slightly pouted red lips were as tempting as radiant cherries, their color vivid and enticing, seemingly silently communicating something.

She wore a light blue, ancient-style long dress, its material soft and flowing, swaying gently with her steps, like a moving cloud.

Embroidered on the dress were exquisite white flower patterns, vivid as if swaying in the breeze, giving off a light floral fragrance.

A matching-colored silk belt was tied at her waist, with a delicate butterfly knot around her slender waist, perfectly accentuating her graceful figure.

The girl walked into the shop, her eyes curiously scanning the surroundings, her gaze holding a hint of novelty and exploration.

Finally, her gaze rested on Xu Wendong, and she smiled brightly, ”Are you the owner of the Mystic Spirit Pavilion?”

Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like a yellow warbler emerging from a valley, with a hint of playfulness, echoing gently in the shop.

The moment Xu Wendong saw the girl, he suddenly felt a strange but familiar sensation, as if he had seen her before somewhere in fate’s mysteries.

A sense of inexplicable closeness rose in his heart.

But he knew well that there was destined to be no intersection between them.

After all.

He had already left Earth for eighteen long years.

He came to his senses and smiled, ”Yes, I am. Is there something you need?”

However, the girl did not avert her gaze, instead, she stared at him intently, and a playful glint flashed briefly in her bright eyes: ”I heard you can read faces and avert disasters, in that case, you should know what my intention is, right?”

Xu Wendong was astonished; he slightly narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the girl in front of him.

The closer he looked, the more shocked he became.

He considered himself an expert in face reading, capable of discerning the threads of fate in ordinary people’s lives.

Yet at this moment.

In front of this girl, it was as if he were shrouded in fog, unable to glimpse her past or predict her future path.

Such a situation was indeed rare in his life, filling his heart with bewilderment and disbelief.

”Lord Long, what’s going on? Why can’t I see her fate?” Xu Wendong’s soul transmitted the question to the Dragon Soul within him; he had roamed the Cultivation World and the Immortal Realm for his entire life, claiming to have weathered many great storms.

Rarely did something cause him to lose composure like this.

Yet the Dragon Soul seemed to be asleep, unmoved by any of his calls.

Meanwhile.

The girl noticed Xu Wendong’s unusual reaction, a slight, meaningful, and intriguing smile appeared on her lips.

Her lively eyes subtly shifted, bearing a bit of scrutiny and curiosity as she glanced at Xu Wendong, then she slightly opened her red lips, teasingly saying, ”Could it be that you’re just famous without any real skills?”