Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Hearing her grandfather’s tremulous and guilt-ridden voice, Ye Qiu’s heart felt as if it was tightly seized by an invisible hand. Her grip on the phone tightened uncontrollably, her knuckles turning white from the force.

”Grandfather, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Ye Qiu’s voice was urgent and anxious, her tension and unease spreading like a tide through her words.

Even though she had left the Ye Family, the blood of the Ye Family flowed hotly through her veins, and her deep bond with her grandfather since childhood made it impossible for her to be indifferent to his situation.

Mr. Ye took a slow, deep breath, his chest heaving heavily as he tried to calm his turbulent emotions, and then he explained in detail to Ye Qiu about the disaster that had befallen the Ye Family and how the mastermind behind it was the malicious attacks from the Cultivator’s Association of the provincial city.

”Girl, I apologize to you, and even more to Mister Xu.” Mr. Ye’s words were filled with profound regret, like a burden too heavy to bear: ”Grandfather was too selfish at that time, only concerned about the family’s safety and discarding the fundamental ethics of being human.”

Ye Qiu’s eyes instantly turned red, tears brimming at the edges, and her voice choked with emotion: ”Grandfather, this is not your fault; the fault lies with those hypocrites who wear a mask of benevolence yet bully with their power!”

She paused slightly to regain her composure and then continued, ”Grandfather, don’t worry about the medicinal herbs; I’ve already asked friends to help find them. I believe we’ll soon gather those few herbs Mister Xu needs.”

”While I’m not home, you must take care of yourselves. If you encounter danger, go to the Mystic Spirit Pavilion!”

In Ye Qiu’s heart, even knowing Xu Wendong was injured, he still remained the invincible, towering figure in her mind.

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Time quietly passed, and in the blink of an eye, three days had gone by.

As evening fell, the sun sank slowly in the west.

That fiery red sun seemed to be gently lowered by an invisible hand, hanging at the western horizon, dyeing the vast clouds with a passionate red.

From afar, the entire sky appeared to be ignited by blazing flames, dazzling yet inexplicably tinged with sadness.

Ye Qiu sat alone on a rock on the mountain, her thoughts racing, her gaze somewhat distant.

Just then, steady and rhythmic footsteps approached from behind.

She instinctively turned her head to see Hu Jie dressed in a long white robe, the hem of his clothes fluttering gently in the breeze, resembling a Banished Immortal stepping into the world, walking towards her with steady steps.

As soon as Ye Qiu saw Hu Jie, hope lit up in her eyes, and she asked expectantly, ”Have you found the remaining herbs?”

Hu Jie gently nodded, but his face showed a troubled expression, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if there was something difficult to say. He took a deep breath, as if to muster courage, and gradually said, ”I have a friend whose master has the four herbs you need, but...”

Ye Qiu’s heart suddenly tightened, anxiously asking, ”Is it going to cost a lot of money?”

Hu Jie smiled bitterly and shook his head, a hint of helplessness in his expression: ”For ordinary people, fame and fortune might be lifelong pursuits, but to cultivators, these are fleeting, mere passing glances, unworthy of mention.”

Ye Qiu’s heart hung even higher as she nervously pressed on, ”Then what does he want?”

Hu Jie’s face grew solemn, hesitated for a moment, and finally, biting the bullet, said: ”His master wants to dual cultivate with you; if you agree, he’ll give you the herbs.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiu’s face instantly flushed with shame and shock.

She instinctively took a step back, as if there was something repulsive in front of her.

”This... how can this be!” Her voice carried a tremor, both angry and incredulous.

She seemed not to expect that a high and mighty cultivator would propose such a filthy condition.

”Ye Qiu, I know this is hard to accept, and I’ve argued with him too, but the other party is adamant, only willing to agree to this condition.” Hu Jie sighed softly, his voice full of helplessness.

He knew the condition was too outrageous, but there really was no better option at the moment.

Ye Qiu’s heart was plunged into extreme turmoil.

On one hand, she deeply resisted such a violation of her own will, her dignity and moral baseline fiercely protesting in her mind.

On the other hand, she thought of Xu Wendong, how he was now in dire straits, urgently needing the herbs for healing; without them, his life could be at risk, and the Ye Family faced even greater peril.

”Hu Jie, what should I do?” Ye Qiu’s voice was tearful, helplessly looking at Hu Jie as if seeking a ray of light in the darkness.

Hu Jie was filled with helplessness and heartache: ”Ye Qiu, this decision is too hard, but whatever you choose, I’ll support you.”

After all, she was his high school crush, and he didn’t want Ye Qiu to face such a choice, but life often leaves us with little choice.

Ye Qiu closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She thought of the Ye Family’s nurturing grace, thought of Xu Wendong’s help to the Ye Family, and thought of the life-and-death crisis the Ye Family faced now.

Every memory felt like a heavy hammer, relentlessly pounding her heart.

After a while, Ye Qiu slowly opened her eyes, her gaze carrying a hint of resolve and sadness: ”I agree to their terms!”

Her voice was soft, yet it seemed to use every bit of her strength.

At this moment, she felt like a pawn manipulated by fate, forced to make this difficult choice for the sake of her convictions and responsibilities.

She didn’t know what awaited her in the future, but for Xu Wendong and the Ye Family, she was willing to bet everything she had!

Even if it meant dual cultivating with someone else!

Hu Jie took out a Communication Token, immediately contacted his friend, and informed them of Ye Qiu’s decision.

The night descended like a vast piece of black silk, gently yet heavily enveloping the earth.

In the silence of the night, only the gentle breeze brushed through the forest, rustling the leaves.

About half an hour quietly passed in the midst of tranquility, when suddenly, a high-pitched eagle’s cry pierced the sky.

The sound was sharp and ear-piercing, carrying a natural intensity and boldness, slicing through the skies as if to tear open the endless night.

Immediately after, a sleek Blue Hawk plunged down from the depths of the night sky like a black lightning bolt.

Its spread wings were over two meters long, carving a massive arc in the night sky.

In the blink of an eye, the Blue Hawk landed firmly on a large rock beside Hu Jie, its stance tall and majestic, feathers shimmering coldly in the moonlight.

Seeing this, Hu Jie quickly approached.

He saw the Blue Hawk tightly gripping a black Storage Bag that gently swayed in the breeze.

Hu Jie cautiously reached out, removing the Storage Bag from the Blue Hawk’s beak, feeling the leftover warmth of the hawk on the bag.

He carefully opened the Storage Bag, and instantly, an unusual fragrance of herbs spread.

Upon closer inspection, four kinds of herbs lay quietly inside, each with distinct forms, emitting a mysterious aura, seemingly telling their extraordinary origin.

Hu Jie looked at Ye Qiu with a complex expression and couldn’t help saying: ”You still have a chance to regret; once you ride the hawk away, everything will be irreversible!”