Rural Doctor Enters the City: Whoever Touches My Wife, I’ll Take Them Down!
Chapter 913 Qu Hong!

Chapter 913: Chapter 913 Qu Hong!

Yunzhou Martial Pavilion!

After being reprimanded, Qu Xinyuan finally quieted down. He and his son huddled in a corner without saying a word, but the hatred glimmering in their eyes was unmistakable.

There’s no need to elaborate—it’s clear they were plotting their revenge.

Meanwhile, Nan Tangmu and the others anxiously paced back and forth in the reception hall.

Their faces were flush with fear and unease.

Seconds ticked away, and at some point, a suffocating pressure began to permeate the air, growing heavier and heavier, like the ominous silence before a storm.

Then suddenly—

A terrifying aura descended without warning.

In an instant, everyone was almost forced to their knees by the oppressive force.

At the same time, an aged voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

"The arrogant brat who dared threaten punishment on my Qu Family—where is he?"

The voice was like a rolling thunderclap, turning Nan Tangmu and the others deathly pale in an instant.

Zhou Yu, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes.

The voice carried a notable mastery of the Sound Wave Skill; the visitor’s proficiency in this technique was not trivial.

But Zhou Yu understood Sound Wave skills far too well, so the attack posed no threat to him.

At that moment, the previously cowering Qu Xinyuan and Qu Hao brightened up with excitement upon hearing the voice.

"Father!"

"Grandfather!!"

With their fervent calls, a sudden whirlwind lashed out at the gathered crowd.

The terrifying burst of Qi Force drove everyone back instinctively.

Only Zhou Yu reacted swiftly, activating the Golden Cauldron Technique to weather the merciless impact.

When the crowd came to their senses, they scrambled to stabilize their footing, using cultivation techniques to steady themselves before raising their heads. There, a frail silhouette had already materialized in the hall seemingly out of nowhere.

The figure was an elderly man donned in a simple robe. A sparse, goat-like white beard adorned his chin, and his cold expression betrayed no warmth.

Despite his aged appearance, his serpent-like eyes glinted with a venomous chill.

The moment anyone dared meet his gaze, their skin crawled and hair stood on end. A single look was enough to send shivers through their spines, compelling them to lower their heads in submission.

Even Zhou Yu felt a pang of apprehension deep within his heart.

His eyes darkened with caution.

This man was the most formidable adversary he’d ever encountered.

There was no question—this must be the patriarch of the Qu Family, Qu Hong, a top Martial Artist at the Late Saint Realm Peak stage.

Zhou Yu activated his cultivation technique to counter the oppressive aura and simultaneously extended his Divine Sense to investigate.

But to his astonishment—

Although Qu Hong was standing right in front of him, Zhou Yu’s Divine Sense couldn’t detect his presence at all.

Such a phenomenon was utterly bizarre.

Is this what a Peak-level Saint Realm expert was truly capable of?

This surpassed everything Zhou Yu had imagined.

As Zhou Yu scrutinized Qu Hong, the latter also turned his attention to Zhou Yu.

Among everyone present, Zhou Yu was the only one who remained relatively composed in the presence of his overwhelming aura.

Qu Hong remarked casually:

"Indeed, a prodigious youth with extraordinary gifts."

"I’ve wandered this world for over a hundred years, having witnessed countless geniuses, but someone like you, achieving such cultivation at such a young age, can be counted on one hand."

Pausing briefly, a gleam flashed in Qu Hong’s eyes.

"Hmm?"

"You’ve actually cultivated both the Body Refinement and spirit refining paths to the Saint Realm, and even your Qi Refinement has reached the Great Innate Peak."

"Remarkable."

"Allow me to correct myself—you might very well be the most talented individual I have ever seen."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu’s heart trembled.

He had underestimated Qu Hong’s perceptiveness; just a fleeting glance and the elder had deduced nearly all his strength with uncanny accuracy.

No wonder the Qu Family could suppress the Yunzhou Martial Pavilion and dominate Kun City.

Before Zhou Yu could respond, Qu Hong continued:

"I understand that for someone like you, your real strength likely far surpasses what can be observed on the surface."

"But I’ll be blunt—you’re still nowhere near a match for me at your current level."

"Out of admiration for your talent, I hereby grant you a chance to live."

"Swear your allegiance to the Qu Family, and I’ll spare your life. Furthermore, I’ll grant you unrivaled authority—second only to myself."

This declaration left the entire crowd stunned.

No one had expected Qu Hong to recruit Zhou Yu rather than use the most brutal means to obliterate him.

What was unfolding here...?

Qu Xinyuan froze momentarily before blurting anxiously:

"Father, why?!"

"This boy crippled Hao’er’s limbs and declared his intent to crush our family entirely—how can you leave him alive?!"

Before Qu Xinyuan could finish, Qu Hong’s gaze turned icy, and with a deafening rumble, he sent Qu Xinyuan flying with a single blow.

Qu Hong’s voice rang out coldly:

"Insolence! Do you dare interrupt when I speak?"

Qu Xinyuan, now pale as a ghost, trembled uncontrollably, too terrified to utter another word.

Turning back to Zhou Yu, Qu Hong smiled faintly:

"Well, young man, have you made your decision?"

Zhou Yu met Qu Hong’s gaze, his tone unwavering as he replied word by word:

"Sorry!"

"Not interested!"

Qu Hong’s eyes narrowed further, though his smile widened.

But in the next instant, a visible surge of Qi Force erupted from his body, taking the form of a towering mountain that slammed down toward Zhou Yu.

Boom!

A blast of blood-gold light flared from the Golden Cauldron Phantom surrounding Zhou Yu, but it held for only the briefest moment before fracturing completely.

The ground beneath Zhou Yu crumbled as his figure shuddered violently under the immense force. His joints crackled loudly, as though struggling against a colossal burden. His feet pressed downward, forcing him to sink into the solid greenstone floor below.