Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1109: Trouble Comes!

Chapter 1109: Chapter 1109: Trouble Comes!

Bai Fang naturally referred to Fang Bai.

When Han Xingyu and his entourage left Purple Flame City, Fang Bai had also disguised himself and followed them, preparing to head to the Xuannv Sect to look for the Linghu sisters.

After learning from Zhuge Lian that the Linghu sisters, Qian Jiao and Baimei, were imprisoned by the Xuannv Sect, Fang Bai was quite annoyed and wished he could immediately storm the Xuannv Sect to demand their release.

The Linghu sisters and Fang Bai knew each other in the secular world and had shared their Cultivation Techniques, making them both teachers and friends. Fang Bai, who always valued friendships, naturally could not stand by idly when his friends were in trouble.

However, later, after Zhuge Lian softly pleaded with him, and Han Xingyu promised that once he returned to the sect, he would immediately persuade the sect leader to release the Linghu sisters, Fang Bai temporarily halted the idea of directly storming into the Xuannv Sect to demand their release.

Despite this, Fang Bai was still somewhat uneasy. Since the situation in Purple Flame City had already been stabilized, and his presence there was no longer needed, he left a message for Liu Qingqing and the head of Bitao Martial Academy, Ren Jingbo, saying that he would follow Han Xingyu and others to the Xuannv Sect alone to see if they would release them.

If the Xuannv Sect lifted the imprisonment of the Linghu sisters and guaranteed that no such incidents would occur again, then all would be well. If not, Fang Bai would have no choice but to take matters into his own hands and fight until they released them.

Although the Xuannv Sect was dominated by female martial artists, Fang Bai, when he took action, had no mercy for beauty or tenderness.

There were dozens of martial artists in front of Fang Bai in line, and it would be some time before it was his turn to cross the bridge. Having nothing to do, he struck up a chat with Hu Ren, who was next to him, and began to smile and talk.

For Fang Bai, the True Martial Realm was a completely foreign world, yet through Hu Ren, he had come to understand a lot about the customs and culture of Qingping Country.

"Hu Ren, get the Essence Stones out, it’s almost our turn to cross the bridge!"

As Hu Ren and Fang Bai were chatting happily, suddenly a female martial artist in front of them turned her head and said.

The female warrior was holding the hand of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, and the two bore a slight resemblance to each other, looking like a mother and son.

The female martial artist was also in her forties, with a slender figure and delicate features, and she wore the same tattered linen clothes as Hu Ren. She occasionally glanced at the young boy beside her, her eyes full of love and pity.

The young boy had a waxen complexion and disordered breath, walking unsteadily, and Fang Bai could tell at a glance that someone had shattered his meridians with robust True Yuan.

If the boy’s condition wasn’t treated and his meridians weren’t reconstructed, he would remain an ordinary person, unable to ever cultivate martial arts techniques again.

"This is my martial companion, Miao Feng, and this is my son, Hu Yi."

Hu Ren chuckled, quickly pulled out thirty Essence Stones from his pocket, and handed them to the female martial artist. Seeing Fang Bai looking thoughtfully at the woman and the boy, he introduced them.

"Brother Hu, your son’s health... seems to be in poor condition!"

Fang Bai casually inquired.

Hearing Fang Bai mention his son, Hu Ren’s smile was quickly replaced by anger and hatred. He clenched and unclenched his fists several times before he finally sighed deeply, slapped his own head hard, and said, "It’s my fault! If I hadn’t taken my son out to gain experience, he wouldn’t have gotten into a conflict, been injured, and become someone who can’t cultivate... Ah, I’m so useless! I’m so useless..."

As he spoke, his eyes reddened, and he began to forcefully smack his own head, full of self-blame.

"Dad! I insisted on following you to gain experience. If something like this happened, I don’t blame you! It’s only the fault of those villains who hurt me!"

Hearing his father’s self-blaming words, young Hu Yi’s eyes also reddened, and tears silently fell.

"Yi’er, real men don’t shed tears easily! Don’t cry!"

Although Hu Ren said this, his lips trembled slightly, and his own eyes began to moisten.

"Hmm, I won’t cry! Father, you shouldn’t cry either!"

Miao Feng casually wiped away the tears on his face, his expression set with determination. He clenched his fists and declared, "I’m still young, and I will often travel. Perhaps, I may encounter a fortuitous event that can restore my broken meridians and allow me to step back onto the path of Martial Dao. Yes, I truly believe such a day will come!"

Hu Ren suddenly clapped his hands loudly, exclaiming, "Exactly! Heaven never seals off all exits! Let’s first return to Qingping Country and consult with the Elder of Tribute from Dragon Tiger Palace. If even he can’t cure your injuries, then your mother and I will take you across the whole True Martial Realm to find an opportunity!"

Fang Bai smiled and said to Hu Ren, "Your son is clearly a person of deep fortune. I believe his injuries can definitely be healed!"

Hu Ren responded, "Thanks to Brother Bai’s blessings, if Yi’er’s injuries can be healed, even if it meant I had to die right now, I would be willing!"

Miao Feng scolded, "Hu Ren, what are you talking about! If you were to die, what would happen to us, your wife and child?"

Hu Ren, seemingly intimidated by his martial partner, rubbed his head, gave a dry laugh, and fell silent.

At this moment, Han Xingyu and the other disciples had already led the Swiftwind Horses onto the Iron Chain Bridge.

Before setting foot on the Iron Chain Bridge, just as Han Xingyu had predicted, they indeed faced ridicule and difficulties from a steward of Dragon Tiger Palace. In the end, each person had to pay a sum of one hundred Essence Stones as a toll fee before they were allowed to cross.

Other martial artists who crossed the bridge only needed to pay ten Essence Stones each, but Han Xingyu and his companions each paid one hundred Essence Stones, clearly being taken advantage of on purpose.

Though Zhuge Lian and the others were furious, they remembered the earlier advice from Elder Han and could only suppress their anger.

After paying the Essence Stones, Han Xingyu, beckoning to Zhuge Lian and others, quickly led the Swiftwind Horses onto the Iron Chain Bridge and hastened across to the other side.

Following that, Hu Ren’s family of three along with Fang Bai and the other martial artists also stepped onto the Iron Chain Bridge.

The Iron Chain Bridge, about three hundred meters long, was composed of several thick iron chains, with a robust layer of iron planks laid on top.

The bridge, several hundred meters above the canyon floor, swayed as the mountain wind blew, giving a terrifying feeling of potential collapse, enough to horrify the faint-hearted and those with weaker capabilities.

When they reached the center of the Iron Chain Bridge, Fang Bai suddenly sensed something amiss.

Behind them, many martial artists from Seven Stars Stronghold and Dragon Tiger Palace had appeared. They stopped other martial artists from ascending the bridge further and looked coldly at those already on the bridge, a murderous aura emanating from them.

Moreover, at the front end of the bridge stood numerous martial artists from Seven Stars Stronghold and Dragon Tiger Palace shoulder to shoulder, with a bald, strong man at the forefront holding a golden long saber, dressed in the attire of a Dragon Tiger Palace Elder.

This bald elder, about eighty years old with triangular eyes and a hooked nose, had a chilling gaze. Surrounded by swirling True Yuan, his Martial Artist Aura was potent, marking him as a middle-rank Vast Level powerhouse.

"Is that Lin Xiaotian, an Elder from Dragon Tiger Palace? What does he want to do?"

Han Xingyu, upon seeing the bald elder and the golden long saber in his hand, his pupils contracted, feeling a sense of foreboding.

"We’re in trouble now!"

Fang Bai, seeing the bald elder Lin Xiaotian suddenly raise his golden long saber, couldn’t help but smile wryly.

That golden long saber was a Spiritual Artifact; although it was a low-grade one, cutting through the thick iron chains of the bridge would be effortless.

"Everybody, be careful!"

Han Xingyu, also noticing Lin Xiaotian lifting the golden long saber, his face turned grim, and he sharply cautioned the disciples from Xuannv Sect surrounding him.