Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Three days later.

Morning.

Xu Wendong drove to the provincial capital.

This was supposed to be just an ordinary day.

But.

For those powerful figures in the cultivation world, it was anything but ordinary.

Everyone knew that today Xu Wendong would arrive at the Provincial Cultivator Association to take the life of Shangguan Hong.

Because of this, everyone eagerly anticipated today.

Although the Cultivator Association is an unshakable giant in the secular world, and no one has ever dared to challenge its authority,

Nevertheless, Xu Wendong’s strength is also formidable.

Even though he is only at the Foundation Establishment Peak cultivation level,

he can perform sword flight, has astonishing mastery in formations, and can even defeat enemies beyond his level, even a Soul Division Stage expert is no match for him.

So, it’s difficult for today’s confrontation not to attract attention!

Xu Wendong arrived at the entrance of the Cultivator Association, calmly got out of his car, and was greeted by a grand ancient building.

Xu Wendong stood tall at the entrance of the Cultivator Association, his expression calm, but his gaze as sharp as cold stars, inspecting this majestic ancient architectural complex inch by inch.

The blue bricks and black tiles were arranged artfully, the eaves and brackets arched high, with every detail exuding an ancient simplicity and the passage of time, silently recounting past glories.

Above the main entrance, a large gold-plated sign was conspicuously suspended, its five bold characters ”Cultivator Association” exuding a powerful aura, like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, with a subtle spiritual power flowing through, demonstrating this faction’s extraordinary power and authority.

On both sides of the gate, stood two guards dressed in blue Daoist robes.

Their postures were as upright as pine trees, gripping long halberds tightly, with blade tips flashing coldly.

Their gazes seemed tangible, exuding the unique True Qi fluctuations of Golden Core Stage Peak cultivators, any intruder would be unable to hide under such scrutiny.

As Xu Wendong steadily approached, both guards simultaneously took a step forward with tacit understanding, crossing their halberds tightly to block his path.

”Who goes there?” the guard on the left asked sharply, his voice low and wary, breaking the surrounding silence.

Xu Wendong acted as if he hadn’t heard, merely lifting his eyelids slightly to glance at them casually.

In an instant.

An invisible yet mountain-like pressure surged from his body, expanding rapidly.

The two guards felt as if a heavy hammer struck their chests, a suffocating dull pain assailing them, forcing their feet to retreat uncontrollably two steps back, their long halberds drooping powerlessly from the pressure.

”You should know who I am, and more importantly, my intent. If you don’t want to die, get out of the way!” Xu Wendong lightly parted his lips, his voice not loud, but carrying an unyielding and fierce authority.

The two guards exchanged bewildered glances, each seeing profound horror in the other’s eyes.

After all, they were Golden Core Stage Peak cultivators, a whole Great Realm above Xu Wendong.

Yet, in front of Xu Wendong, they seemed like insignificant ants, unable even to muster a thought of defiance.

Just as the atmosphere reached a boiling point.

A bell-like voice, infused with spiritual power, rolled out from inside the Cultivator Association, making the surrounding air tremble slightly: ”Mr. Xu’s grand arrival, we are remiss in welcoming you properly, please forgive us!”

With these words, the massive door opened slowly from both sides, and a middle-aged man in a luxurious purple Daoist robe stepped out with powerful strides.

His posture was upright, his robe fluttering, each step imbued with an unquestionable momentum.

The man’s face was lean, with distinct features, and brows like unsheathed swords piercing his temples.

His eyes were spirited, deep like they harbored endless stars, spiritual power surging around him like a torrent, clearly a powerful Soul Division Stage expert.

Behind him, six white-robed elderly men followed in single file.

They had snowy hair and harsh expressions, exuding the strong aura unique to Emergence Stage cultivators.

Each of their eyes reflected profound sharpness amassed over years, evidently battle-hardened and not to be underestimated.

The six formed a fan shape, encircling the middle-aged man, creating an oppressive presence.

In front of such a lineup, others might tremble with fear, but for Xu Wendong, it was nothing worth mentioning.

After all, he had once dominated the cultivation world single-handedly, and in the Immortal Realm, he could call the shots; this situation before him was just a drizzle...

”I am the Grand Elder Li Changqing of the Cultivator Association, upon hearing of Mr. Xu’s arrival, came to welcome you.” Li Changqing clasped his hands in respect, his fists hiding a faint glow of circulating spiritual power, with a slight bow that seemed humble, yet hinting a subtle scrutiny in his eyes.

Xu Wendong’s expression remained as calm as still water, his gaze like a deep abyss, unperturbed as he looked at Li Changqing, softly saying, ”Elder Li, no need for civility. I am here today solely to take the life of Shangguan Hong, please grant me this convenience.”

His voice was deep, yet clearly reached everyone’s ears, carrying an unshakeable resolve.

Even those cultivators watching from afar almost coughed up old blood.

Listen to this, is this even human speech?

You came here to take Shangguan Hong’s life, and you actually expect others to make it convenient for you???

Upon hearing this, Li Changqing’s smile instantly froze, a hint of severity flashing in his eyes, but in a blink, he returned to his gentle and amiable demeanor, speaking amiably, ”Mr. Xu, surely you jest, Shangguan Hong is an important steward of our Cultivator Association, bearing many responsibilities, how can you say kill and be done with it?”

”I suggest, Mr. Xu, why not come inside for tea and a chat first, we can discuss any matters, what do you think?” Li Changqing said, raising a hand in a gesture of invitation, yet his spiritual power subtly contracted, ready to lash out at any moment.

Xu Wendong shook his head without hesitation, his gaze growing colder, like a frost blade in the cold night: ”No need, I’m here today just to kill, not in the mood for tea.”

His words were crisp and decisive, like a heavy hammer shattering superficial courtesy.

Li Changqing’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by penetrating coldness, he took a step forward, his True Qi surging, saying solemnly, ”Mr. Xu, this is the Cultivator Association, not a place for you to act recklessly.”

”I advise you to reconsider carefully, do not make mistake after mistake.” His voice echoed, carrying a command that could not be defied.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wendong’s lips curled into a mocking, chilly smile, that smile like winter wind, biting and disdainful: ”Elder Li, is that a threat?”

Li Changqing’s expression turned as dark as ink, snorting coldly, his True Qi exploded around him like crashing waves towards Xu Wendong: ”Xu Wendong, do not refuse what’s offered to you! Our Cultivator Association is riddled with experts, how dare you, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, act so recklessly?”

”Do you truly think yourself invincible?” He glared angrily, murderous intent surging in his eyes, resonating with the spiritual power of the six elders behind him, forming a formidable oppressive force.