Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1405: Solving Problems with Strength!

Chapter 1405: Chapter 1405: Solving Problems with Strength!

Amid the chaotic voices of invitation, Fang Bai caught the words "Soul Summoning Hall," and his heart tightened slightly.

Back in Spirit Lake City of the True Martial Realm, Fang Bai had killed Zu Hanjiao, a direct disciple of the "Soul Summoning Hall" from the Three Thousand Great Worlds.

Fortunately, after slaying Zu Hanjiao, Fang Bai had casually erased her aura. Otherwise, if the "Soul Summoning Hall" Elder before him detected even the slightest trace related to Zu Hanjiao, it could spell disaster.

Fang Bai knew the dangers of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, which far surpassed those of the True Martial Realm. With his current Half-Step Foundation Establishment strength, traversing the Three Thousand Great Worlds alone would be nearly impossible.

Therefore, upon arriving in the Three Thousand Great Worlds, joining a sect temporarily before attaining the strength to ensure his safety was a sensible decision. Not only would he have a measure of protection, but he could also gain access to the sect’s cultivation resources. Why not?

Due to the incident with Zu Hanjiao, Fang Bai bore no fondness for the "Soul Summoning Hall" and immediately excluded them as an option.

Dozens of elders from various major sects surrounded Fang Bai and the others, their tempers flaring, engaging in loud arguments and refusing to give an inch.

"The old rules—let’s settle this with strength!"

Wu Zhihua, an elder from the "Lingxu Palace," thundered with a voice that drowned out all the surrounding noise.

"Fine! Wu Zhihua, since both Lingxu Palace and we at Medicine King Mountain have our eyes on that young man in white, let’s fight it out! The winner takes him!"

"Who’s afraid of whom? Come on, let’s settle this with real skill!"

Thus, Wu Zhihua, the elder from Lingxu Palace, and the elder from Medicine King Mountain moved to a distant open area. Harnessing spiritual energy and summoning their spiritual artifacts, they fought fiercely, rolling across both ground and sky.

Meanwhile, dozens of other sect elders also clashed in heated battles over their favored martial artists.

Within a radius of several miles, spiritual energy surged, spiritual artifacts streaked through the air, sand and stones filled the sky, and the booming sounds echoed ceaselessly. The scene was astonishing.

As for Fang Bai and the others, they were closely watched by disciples from various sects, leaving no chance for them to slip away.

Shi Ming and the others were witnessing a battle between Foundation Establishment experts for the first time. Every punch and kick they delivered carried the force to shatter tigers and elephants, creating an awe-inspiring momentum.

As spiritual artifacts swung through the air, space rippled like water, producing sharp or thunderous sounds that struck terror into the hearts of observers.

Massive boulders standing around them, once touched by their fists, kicks, or spiritual artifacts, would explode with a roar, turning into fine powder.

Between Foundation Establishment experts, physical clashes were rare; the encounters predominantly involved spiritual energy collisions and spiritual artifact clashes, generating massive shockwaves that made one’s heart race.

The elder from Medicine King Mountain, Chang Yuanlong, who was dueling with Wu Zhihua, faltered after a hundred moves and admitted defeat, wearing a dejected expression as he watched Wu Zhihua approach Fang Bai and Shi Ming with a triumphant look.

Meanwhile, the elders from dozens of other sects had mostly concluded their duels and split into winners and losers.

Some, having no opponents left, went over to persuade their chosen martial artists to join their sects.

Others rested briefly, preparing to take on their next challengers.

Wu Zhihua, being one of the top few in strength among the dozens of elders present, deterred other challengers after defeating Chang Yuanlong. No one wanted to risk public humiliation.

Thus, in the eyes of many martial artists present, Fang Bai and Shi Ming were as good as belonging to Lingxu Palace under Wu Zhihua’s leadership.

"In Lingxu Palace, there are actually many stronger than me..."

Wu Zhihua walked up to Fang Bai and Shi Ming with a beaming smile and said, "As long as you two are willing to join Lingxu Palace, with your talent, surpassing me in the future will be a piece of cake. So... what are you hesitating for? With a simple nod, you’ll officially become disciples of Lingxu Palace!"

After witnessing the fierce battle between Wu Zhihua and Medicine King Mountain’s Chang Yuanlong, Shi Ming admired Wu Zhihua’s strength and felt deeply awed.

He glanced at Fang Bai, then eagerly nodded with excitement: "Senior Wu, I, Shi Ming, wish to join Lingxu Palace!"

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Wu Zhihua repeated "wonderful" three times, clearly overjoyed.

Though his initial interest had been in the younger Fang Bai, Shi Ming, also possessing an innate spiritual root, was a martial genius highly welcomed by Lingxu Palace.

"And you, young man? What’s your decision?"

Noticing Fang Bai hadn’t nodded immediately, Wu Zhihua asked with a smile, his curiosity about Fang Bai deepening.

After being invited to join Lingxu Palace, Shi Ming’s face turned red with excitement, a normal reaction for most martial artists in such circumstances.

However, Fang Bai remained unfazed, showing a faint contemplative expression as though weighing the pros and cons of joining Lingxu Palace.

Such composure and calmness at his age were rare among the younger generation of disciples.

"Looking around... it seems there’s no better choice... Fine! I’m willing to join you..."

Under Wu Zhihua’s watchful gaze, Fang Bai finally nodded as well.

However, Wu Zhihua failed to notice that Fang Bai had said "willing to join you" and not "willing to join Lingxu Palace."

Fang Bai intentionally omitted the words "Lingxu Palace."

Fang Bai’s ultimate goal was to return to the Immortal Domain. He could not allow himself to be confined by a small sect within the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Lingxu Palace was destined to be only a temporary inn on his Martial Dao journey.

If Fang Bai were to be likened to a hidden dragon at this moment, then Lingxu Palace was merely a shallow pond. The hidden dragon was gathering its strength, destined to one day burst out from the shallow waters, soar to the heavens, and roam the Immortal Domain.

Having secured the recruitment of two martial geniuses with innate spiritual roots, Wu Zhihua was elated. Grasping one in each hand, he laughed heartily and said, "Haha... Excellent! Recruiting the two of you makes my ten years of watchful waiting here worthwhile! Finally, I can report back to the Palace Master and the high-ranking members of the palace!"

Accompanying Wu Zhihua in his watch were four direct disciples of Lingxu Palace, each at the early stages of Foundation Establishment.

With the addition of two disciples possessing innate spiritual roots, the future rise of Lingxu Palace seemed assured, leaving the four direct disciples equally thrilled and eager.

After another round of arguments with elders from rival sects, Wu Zhihua selected two more martial artists of superior aptitude, also from minor worlds, for Lingxu Palace before departing gleefully.

"Let’s go—time to return to Lingxu Palace!"

Not too far into the journey, Wu Zhihua casually tossed out several holy grade spiritual artifacts.

The artifacts expanded several times over in the wind. Under Wu Zhihua’s guidance, Fang Bai, Shi Ming, and the others stepped onto them. The artifacts emitted dazzling colors, streaking across the sky like arcs of rainbows.

The group, centered around Wu Zhihua, flew forward on the spiritual artifacts.

With their bodies protected by spiritual energy, they were shielded from the raging winds and made the journey unscathed.