Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1072: Drawing a Turtle on the Face

Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072: Drawing a Turtle on the Face

That night at the Purple Flame Sect was like the end of the world, a terrifying sight.

Tens of thousands of disciples from the Purple Flame Sect, as well as hundreds of disciples from various major sects across Thousand Lakes Country who had come to attend the sect conference, regardless of how powerful they were or how tough their bodies were, stayed obediently in their own houses that mad stormy night. They dared not go out at random to contend against the natural forces of heaven and earth with their own flesh and blood.

The buildings at the Purple Flame Sect Headquarters were all constructed from a special kind of stone that was several times harder than steel, possessing extremely strong defensive capabilities. When those energy-filled Lightning Snakes struck the houses, they only left some minor marks and did not harm the individuals inside.

After midnight, when the thunder momentarily paused, the Lightning Snakes vanished, and the whole world plunged into pitch darkness, a figure silently swept out from Fang Bai’s residence like a ghost of the night, turning into an indistinguishable afterimage as it rushed into the heavy rain.

Boom boom boom...

Crack...

When the thunder and lightning reappeared, illuminating the entire Purple Flame City, that figure had disappeared as if vanished from the earth.

Although the Purple Flame Sect Headquarters was filled with experts, no one sensed the Martial Artist Aura of that person.

That figure, naturally, was Fang Bai.

It was a dark and stormy night for murder.

Fang Bai had chosen to act against Zu Yu tonight to sabotage the marriage arrangement between Zhuge Lian and Zu Yu. This stormy night with flashing lightning offered better cover for hiding his movements, amounting to heaven lending a hand to Fang Bai.

Earlier, Fang Bai had released his Divine Sense and located Zu Yu’s Essence Energy in a courtyard a kilometer away, sure that it was Zu Yu’s residence. He rushed into the rain curtain at great speed, quickly closing in on Zu Yu’s dwelling.

Zu Yu’s residence was close to the core area of the Purple Flame Sect where, including the Sect Master Zu Tiangang, sixteen Vast Level Experts resided.

The lineup of sixteen Vast Level Experts was incredibly strong, formidable enough that even a novice at the Cosmic Level Realm would not dare underestimate them; thus, for a Martial Artist below the Cosmic Level Realm to quietly approach the core area without being detected was almost impossible.

However, Fang Bai was adept in the secret technique of concealing his own Martial Artist Aura. Once he used this technique, his entire being merged with the Essence Energy of the surrounding environment, rendering his Aura undetectable, and even his figure hard to see. Thus, he made his way stealthily to the courtyard where Zu Yu lived without alerting any experts of the Purple Flame Sect.

Standing outside the courtyard, Fang Bai could clearly hear Zu Yu, who was inside his room talking with several Purple Flame Sect disciples about how to deal with him, how to win over Zhuge Lian’s heart, and other similar topics.

Disciples from a third-grade sect naturally felt a sense of superiority over those from a fourth-grade sect. In the mouths of Zu Yu and his companions, Fang Bai, who was from a fourth-grade sect, seemed like an ant they could easily crush.

Fang Bai listened but was not annoyed; he just slightly curved his lips, pulling out a sneer of mockery.

After the people inside had agreed on some plans against Fang Bai, they left one after the other, leaving only Zu Yu behind.

"Fang Bai, competing with me for a woman? You’re not worthy! If you don’t leave Purple Flame City before tomorrow’s welcome banquet, don’t blame me for being ruthless!" Zu Yu murmured to himself as he walked to the window, looking out into the rain curtain.

Crack...

A flash of lightning split from the dark clouds, and Zu Yu’s sullen face, illuminated by the flash, appeared even more ferocious and terrifying.

Just then, a figure appeared outside the window like a spectral apparition.

"Elder Hong?"

Illuminated by the lightning, Zu Yu froze as he recognized the familiar face outside the window.

The man outside was none other than Hong Qitian, Elder of Tribute of the Purple Flame Sect.

"Elder Hong, please come inside and have a seat!"

After a brief pause, Zu Yu, who had snapped back to his senses, hurried to the door and bowed slightly, gesturing an invitation.

Hong Qitian was known for his aloof and arrogant demeanor, setting his own rules. In the entire Purple Flame Sect, no one but the Sect Master Zu Tiangang could command his respect; disciples like Zu Yu were beneath his consideration.

Not only was Hong Qitian a mid-grade alchemist, but he was also a mid-level Vast Level expert, a rarity in the whole Thousand Lakes Country; he had every right to his pride, and others not only didn’t resent him for it but accepted it as only natural.

Like many other disciples of the Purple Flame Sect, Zu Yu also wanted to ingratiate himself with Hong Qitian, but he had never had the opportunity. Now, with Hong Qitian suddenly appearing at his residence, he felt both startled and pleasantly surprised, yet also a bit puzzled. He couldn’t understand why Elder Hong had graced him with a visit.

Hong Qitian grunted, then entered Zu Yu’s room with an arrogant expression on his face.

It was then that Zu Yu noticed something extraordinary—Hong Qitian, who always wore the Elder’s robe of the Purple Flame Sect, was now inexplicably dressed in a black shirt, which surprised him greatly.

"I wonder why Elder Hong is visiting. What brings you here?"

Once Hong Qitian had sprawled out in a chair inside the room, Zu Yu asked respectfully.

Narrowing his eyes at Zu Yu, Hong Qitian suddenly grinned and said, "I’ve come especially to see you."

"To see me?"

Zu Yu was startled.

"Yes, to see you!"

With a smile still on his face, Hong Qitian stared at Zu Yu’s fair and handsome features and mysteriously said, "I’ve been entrusted by someone to deliver something to you."

"Entrusted by whom? What is it that you are delivering?"

Zu Yu was utterly confused, unable to fathom who could commission Elder Hong to bring him a gift.

With a chuckle, a curious glint passed through Hong Qitian’s eyes as he spoke in a magnetic tone to Zu Yu, "Look into my eyes, and I’ll tell you."

Zu Yu’s gaze unconsciously met Hong Qitian’s eyes, and then he could no longer look away.

Hong Qitian’s eyes seemed like vortexes in the ocean, black holes in the starry sky, generating a powerful centripetal force. Zu Yu felt himself sucked in completely, and after a whirlwind sensation, he lost consciousness.

Watching Zu Yu collapsed on the ground and unconscious, the smile slowly faded from Hong Qitian’s face. His facial muscles shifted rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the outward appearance of a weathered old man in his sixties transformed into that of a youth in his early twenties.

With sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a mouth with red lips and white teeth, carrying an otherworldly air, it was none other than Fang Bai.

"The one who asked me to deliver something to you is Zhuge Lian, and as for what it is... ha, it’s two little turtles... painted on your face. With this, Zu Yu, your looks ruined, tomorrow’s welcoming banquet at the Purple Flame Sect will surely be embarrassed to bring up the matter of the marriage alliance, right?"

Fang Bai slowly stood up and squatted next to Zu Yu. With a flick of his hands, two hair-thin needles appeared at his fingertips.

He pinched the needles, swinging them simultaneously on the left and right cheeks of Zu Yu. In just a moment, the lifelike images of two little turtles appeared on each of Zu Yu’s cheeks, looking quite comical.