Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 690: Death, an Absolute Relief

Chapter 690: Chapter 690: Death, an Absolute Relief

The suffocating sense of doom made the Five Saints’ breathing grow increasingly tense.

The illusion of a huge stone pressing on their chests turned their faces deathly pale.

These old monsters, nearing a hundred years old, seemed no more than ants in front of Lin Fan.

The pressure of being slaughtered at will reddened their faces, but they were completely unable to utter a single word.

After all, Lin Fan’s mere presence exerted a tremendous oppressive force that could drive one to despair.

They couldn’t even meet his gaze, let alone fight a battle to the death.

"Five Saints, huh? I’ll send you down first, and your master will follow shortly."

Lin Fan slowly raised his right hand, and five cold glints condensed at his fingertips.

Dark red streams, neither Dao, demonic, nor Gang Qi, emerged from Lin Fan’s top-level oppression.

"Swoosh..."

Just as the deadly strike launched, a figure suddenly blocked in front of the Five Saints.

As he reached out with both hands, a surging force roared out, forcibly colliding with the five streams of Qi.

Accompanied by a loud explosion, the ground blasted open a deep pit.

The mysterious person retreated several steps back, then suddenly reached down to pick up East Saint and South Saint from the ground. With a forceful swing of his arms, he threw them outward, turned back, and grabbed North Saint and Central Saint.

"Oh, playing the hero to save the beauty, huh?"

The opponent’s arrival was quite sudden, which piqued Lin Fan’s curiosity.

However, he had no intention of letting this person get away easily, so his right hand roared out a breath even fiercer than before.

It went straight for his back.

"Break!"

In this astonishing moment, the man didn’t even turn his head.

With just a roar, Fairy Xifeng suddenly let out a sharp scream.

She instantly turned into a splatter of blood, shielding behind him.

"Bang!"

The formidable finger-strength smashed into the blood, creating a deafening explosion.

Amid the swirling Qi, the man managed to flee with the two women in his grasp.

The scattered blood quickly reformed into a sphere and disappeared into the night along with him.

"What Cultivation Technique is this!"

Lin Fan furrowed his brow, staring in the direction where the figure had vanished.

If he were to chase them, perhaps the man wouldn’t have a chance to escape, but that was not his focus right now.

After all, he still had something to ponder about the Wushan Ancestor in his hands.

"Do you feel now that living is also a torture?"

Lin Fan slowly released the Wushan Ancestor, who collapsed on the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

The True Qi he injected was wandering throughout his body, filling his entire meridian system with frenzy and pain.

"Kill me... kill me!"

His body twisted uncontrollably, denying Wushan Ancestor even the chance to seek death.

The sensation was like that of a paralyzed patient in bed—able to sense where the pain was but utterly unable to do anything about it.

The agony in his internal organs made him long for death.

At this moment, death was undoubtedly a release for him.

"Wanting to die is simple; just tell me, what exactly happened thirty years ago?"

Lin Fan squatted down and coldly looked at Wushan Ancestor.

Since he could no longer continue entering dreams to seek his past life, he would first deal with the debts of this life.

Back then, when the Western Ridge Monster Sage spoke, Wushan Ancestor stood right beside him.

And the same look in his eyes indicated that he knew what had happened as well.

"I... I don’t know..."

Wushan Ancestor instinctively startled but still vehemently denied knowing anything.

Clearly, whatever conspiracy was hidden, he preferred death over divulging it.

"Looks like you can endure quite a bit; no worries, this True Qi can last 48 hours, and I have the patience to wait!"

Lin Fan sneered as he stood up.

The torment of a myriad of insects devouring him would make every second seem like an eternity.

Forty-eight hours, for him, was an endless torture.

In his memory, even the toughest men couldn’t endure more than ten minutes.

So, he could afford to wait, wait until the Wushan Ancestor begged for death.

"Whoosh!"

The next instant, he was already a hundred meters away.

At this moment, Shangguan Qingyun was nearly buried in the ground.

Fortunately, although his breathing was weak, there was still a slight sign of life.

Lin Fan placed one hand on his back, as a surge of True Qi rushed into his body.

Shangguan Qingyun opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of black blood.

"Mr. Shangguan, are you alright?"

Looking at Shangguan Qingyun’s pale face, Lin Fan said with a smile.

"Lin Fan... you... you’re awake... What about this place..."

Shangguan Qingyun was taken aback, hastily looking around, but the Five Saints were nowhere to be seen.

He had passed out after taking a fatal blow from Fairy Xifeng just a moment ago.

He had no idea what had transpired after that.

"There’s nothing to worry about here anymore, you should also keep quiet for now. I’ve transferred some True Qi to you; hurry and meditate, try to absorb as much as possible, it might even help you break through."

Lin Fan patted Shangguan Qingyun’s shoulder.

At this moment, he was merely at the Fourth Grade strength.

But if he could absorb this bit of True Qi, it would be enough to help him break through the Fifth Grade and reach the Sixth Grade Realm.

"Okay!"

Although he didn’t know what had happened, Shangguan Qingyun could feel the overwhelming energy inside his body.

He hurriedly sat cross-legged, ran his Cultivation Technique, channeled it throughout his limbs and body, and finally merged it into the sea of qi.

If it could be compatible, it would be a great supplement.

Seeing the sweat on Shangguan Qingyun’s forehead, Lin Fan revealed a slight smile.

His mind uncontrollably flashed back to Shangguan Min Yue, who was almost indifferent to worldly affairs.

He himself had been asleep for half a year; he wondered how the beauties scattered all around were doing.

Now that he had almost sorted out the current affairs, it was time for him to visit them.

After all, be it Di Xin or Lin Fan, the first priority was to strengthen his own influence.

Right now, the Corpse Queen had already returned to her position, and it was also time to look for the other four corpses.

The chaos of the Nine Corpses a thousand years ago was his battle to start his career.

And a thousand years later, these nine corpses might become a stronger aid for him.

"Ah!"

Unlike Lin Fan, Ning Mengyao, seeing Wang Hu lying limp on the ground like mud, couldn’t help but sigh heavily.

The residual shock had killed him on the spot.

Now, it was impossible to interrogate him further.

"Don’t rush, this was just one of the Seven Kills. Aren’t there six more? I believe they must know about your mother-in-law’s affairs. I promise this time I’ll find you plenty of clues."

Lin Fan said, smiling as he wrapped his arm around Ning Mengyao’s slender waist.

Wang Hu could die, but the other six Kills were still alive.

As long as he pulled them out, one by one, questioning them would be easy.

"Mm, I believe in you."

Ning Mengyao pursed her lips, leaning on Lin Fan’s shoulder.

As long as he was there, nothing was a problem.

Just as the two were lost in their affectionate moment, not far away, the Wushan Ancestor could no longer hold back and started calling out.

"I’ll tell you... I’ll tell you everything... Just kill me..."