Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain
Chapter 540: What’s a Sect Master?

Chapter 540: Chapter 540: What’s a Sect Master?

She made this call to the nearby Combat Division.

Shi County was close to the Jiangbei War Department, and it would take only an hour or so to dispatch the nearest soldiers there.

And Li Yanran’s Li Family had extensive connections.

They also had their people in the Jiangbei War Department.

The so-called King of the North from Jiangbei was quite close to the Li Family.

At the moment, the person she was calling was indeed Bei Wang Murong Qingyun of Jiangbei.

"Miss Yanran, I really didn’t expect it; you’re actually calling me," said Bei Wang Murong Qingyun with a chuckle.

"Uncle Murong, Yanran has come to ask for your help. I’m currently in Shi County..."

She then shared with Bei Wang Murong Qingyun how Tai Luobin’s son had harassed her in Shi County.

"Uncle Murong, this Tai Family is lawless. They’re like a local tyrant in Shi County, throwing their weight around, and I truly can’t stand to watch it any longer."

"I want to take them down in one fell swoop. Uncle Murong, could you send some people over here?"

Li Yanran laid out her intentions.

To the almighty Bei Wang, such a small-time local tyrant from a county town didn’t deserve his attention. Usually, he wouldn’t even bother with them.

But now it was different; this time he could earn a favor from Li Yanran.

Despite being a woman, she was highly likely to become the Li Family’s next heir.

So, Bei Wang Murong Qingyun naturally wouldn’t let such an opportunity go by.

He happily agreed to help.

He also added, "I’ll send my son, Murong Feng, over. He’s stationed not far from Shi County at the moment."

Murong Feng also held a position in the Combat Division, not a low-ranking one at that, and he had been selected as a member of the New Dragon Group.

He was one of Li Yanran’s admirers and had once accompanied his father, Bei Wang Murong Qingyun, to the Capital City to attend Li Yanran’s twentieth Birthday Banquet. It was there that he fell in love with her at first sight.

However, he also knew that he wasn’t yet a match for the Li Family, so he had been diligently cultivating to improve himself and become more outstanding.

His father, Murong Qingyun, was aware of this and wouldn’t pass up this opportunity.

Li Yanran, oblivious to Murong Feng’s crush on her, was naturally pleased upon hearing that Murong Qingyun would send his son and gladly accepted the arrangement.

"I appreciate your assistance, Uncle Murong," said Li Yanran, her voice brimming with joy.

"Miss Yanran, you’re too polite. I’ll go contact my son right now and have him take some people to Shi County!"

"Mhm."

After hanging up the phone, Murong Qingyun immediately made a call to his son.

Upon learning of this, Murong Feng was so excited he nearly jumped for joy.

"Dad, is this real? Miss Yanran is in Shi County and she’s asking you for help?"

"Of course, it’s real, Feng. I know that since attending Miss Yanran’s twentieth birthday banquet a few years ago, you’ve had your heart set on her," he said.

"Because of her, you’ve been practicing so hard, making yourself more outstanding, to be a man worthy of her."

"This is a great opportunity; you must seize it well."

"I will, Dad," he replied.

The prospect of seeing and assisting the goddess of his dreams had Murong Feng trembling with excitement.

"Go!"

...

Meanwhile, in Shi County.

In the ’Hidden Dragon Bay’ villa Area, the best location in Shi County, a towering big man standing 1.9 meters tall was practicing Fist Technique with a man wearing Cultivation Clothes.

Bang!

The towering big man followed the instructions of the man dressed in cultivation clothes and threw a punch that left the sandbag quivering on the verge of collapse.

"Hahaha, Master Lin, how’s my fist technique?"

The big man was none other than Tai Luobin, the local tyrant of Shi County.

He had dominated Shi County for over twenty years, reigning like an emperor of the soil.

The man in cultivation clothes before him was a martial arts master who he had hired on an annual salary of several million to teach him fist technique.

Specifically to teach him how to punch.

Though Master Lin was just a Gold-Realm martial artist and barely worth mentioning in the Martial Arts Circle, he was still quite influential in this small county town.

Tai Luobin held a certain respect for his skills and was quite polite to him.

A smile plastered on his face, Master Lin praised him, "Lord Tai, your punch carries the might of a tiger and the ferocity of a wolf."

In his heart, though, he held nothing but disdain. This punch was scarcely worthy of a true martial artist’s attention.

Tai Luobin laughed and said, "Master Lin, I’ve heard that in your Martial Arts Circle, there are titles like Martial Arts Master and Sect Master. I wonder, how does my punch compare to those of the so-called masters and Sect Masters?"

Upon hearing this, Master Lin quickly said,

"Lord Tai, although your punch is powerful, it is not comparable to an Inner Qi Master or an Explosive Qi Sect Master. The difference is as vast as clouds and mud."

"Besides, Lord Tai, such figures as Sect Masters are not to be casually commented on."

"Oh? Is that so?" Tai Luobin’s face showed some displeasure, followed by pulling out a pistol directly.

Then, he aimed the gun at Master Lin in front of him.

Master Lin was startled; despite being a Gold-Realm martial artist, he could not help but fear guns.

He hastily asked with a trembling voice, "Lord Tai, what are you doing?"

Tai Luobin was known for his unpredictable temper, and Master Lin genuinely feared he might get shot on a whim.

"Hahaha..." Seeing that Master Lin was frightened by the gun in his hand, Tai Luobin laughed hysterically.

He had even less respect for the so-called Martial Arts Masters and Martial arts masters.

After that, he fired a shot at the rope suspending the sandbag in the distance.

"Bang!!"

Tai Luobin, possessing marksmanship that never missed, could truly be called a divine sharpshooter.

At that moment, his shot severed the rope cleanly.

And with the rope severed, the sandbag fell to the ground.

After firing the shot, Tai Luobin said in a deep voice,

"Master Lin, times have changed. It’s no longer the era of melee weapons. Those Martial Arts Masters and martial arts masters that your Martial Arts Circle keeps boasting about, they’re nothing in front of a pistol!"

"As the saying goes, ’Beyond seven steps, speed matters most with a gun. And within seven steps, both speed and accuracy matter.’"

"How can your martial arts compare with my gun?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Tai Luobin’s unrestrained laughter caused Master Lin to inwardly sneer.

Such an arrogant man, if he were to encounter a true Martial Arts Master or martial arts master, would likely not even know how he died.

But then, Martial Arts Masters and martial arts masters are extraordinary people.

This frog at the bottom of the well would probably never have the opportunity to meet one in his life.

Just as Tai Luobin was laughing, his son Tai Fei made a call to him.

"What? Someone has broken both your legs?"

Tai Luobin was enraged. In Shi County, someone dared to be so lawless as to break his son’s legs—were they tired of living?