Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 422: Pleasant Surprise

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: Pleasant Surprise

Nangong Ming was caught off guard, his body shaken by a force emanating from the ground, causing his blood to surge and his head to spin with dizziness. His body swayed unsteadily as if drunk, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

Taking advantage of Nangong Ming’s confusion, Fang Bai’s right hand flashed forward like lightning, reaching for the small cloth bag hanging at his waist.

The small cloth bag was bulging, clearly stuffed with quite a few things, and the distinct fluctuations of Wood Element Qi characteristic of Wood Element Stones were emanating from it.

Fang Bai’s palm grasped the cloth bag at Nangong Ming’s waist and with a gentle tug, the bag was already in his hand.

"Give it back!"

As Nangong Ming came to his senses and saw his bag being snatched, his eyes immediately filled with bloodshot, madly lunging at Fang Bai.

"Scram!"

Fang Bai casually launched a "Tiger Roar Thunder Fist," and with that swift and fierce punch, carrying the sound of a tiger’s roar and thunder, it struck heavily against Nangong Ming’s chest.

Nangong Ming, who believed he could dominate the Secular Ancient Martial World with his early Earth Level strength, had never imagined that when it truly came to a confrontation, he was no match for Fang Bai.

Fang Bai’s "Tiger Roar Thunder Fist" was many times more powerful than the "Swallow Dance Breeze Fist" he had taught to Wang Miaomiao. Even though he had not used his full strength with this punch, it still left Nangong Ming with a profound sense of despair as if he was facing the abyssal sea, completely unable to contend.

Fang Bai’s fist smashed down, breaking through Nangong Ming’s left arm block with overwhelming force, and landed directly on his chest.

Without a body strong enough and a cultivation level nowhere near Fang Bai’s, how could Nangong Ming withstand the blow of his "Tiger Roar Thunder Fist"?

Crack—

As the punch landed on the chest, Nangong Ming’s tendons snapped and bones fractured, his chest caved in deeply, and his internal organs instantly shattered. His body flew backward like a cannonball out of its chamber.

If Fang Bai hadn’t considered being too cruel, that punch could have directly exploded Nangong Ming’s body.

While Nangong Ming was still midair, blood furiously spurted from his mouth and nose, and he slammed hard against a mountain wall a few dozen feet away before slowly sliding to the ground.

His life force had already ceased completely, and after landing, his body twitched and contorted a few times, dying with a face full of unwillingness and resentment.

The moment Fang Bai first saw Nangong Ming, he sensed from the martial aura exuding from him that this man had taken many lives and was not a kind soul. From this, he inferred that his affiliated Sect, "Ghost Doctor Valley," was not as upright and honorable as it claimed to be.

In Fang Bai’s view, a martial artist should not, if unable to eradicate evil and promote goodness or follow the path of chivalry, bully the weak or kill without cause. Otherwise, they would violate the essence of pursuing the Martial Dao, easily disturbing their state of mind, and perhaps even stray into the Demon Dao.

In his past life, although Fang Bai was the invincible Immortal Emperor and controlled the fates of countless beings, he never bullied the weak or was quick to anger, instead spending his days in the Immortal Realm’s nine heavens, cultivating or frolicking with his beautiful consort, living a happy and carefree life.

When dealing with a martial artist like Nangong Ming, Fang Bai never showed mercy, nor did he have a shred of pity in his heart.

"Only five Wood Element Stones... it seems that the so-called Hidden Sects aren’t as wealthy as the tales in the Secular Ancient Martial World make them out to be!"

Opening the cloth bag he had snatched from Nangong Ming, Fang Bai saw that it contained no more than five eggs-sized Wood Element Stones and nothing else, feeling somewhat disappointed.

He walked over to Nangong Ming’s corpse, crouched down, and searched him. Aside from a few bottles of low-quality elixirs, he unexpectedly found a few stalks of "Spirit Fox Grass."

The elixirs Fang Bai received were of no interest to him; he casually destroyed them and threw them away.

However, the "Spirit Fox Grass" delighted him greatly.

"Spirit Fox Grass" was the main herb for refining Wood Element Pills, and the medicinal age of the few "Spirit Fox Grass" Fang Bai had in hand was several hundred years. They could be used to refine lower-grade "Wood Element Pills" that vastly aided in enhancing Wood Element Qi upon consumption.

In Fang Bai’s mind, there were countless secret methods of elixir refining; it was just unfortunate that his current cultivation level was not high enough to refine them. Otherwise, with the help of elixirs, his strength would have increased much faster.

A true Pharmacist not only needed to have the most basic water and wood Spiritual Roots but also had to be able to solidify water and wood True Yuan from formless to tangible and achieve a realm of dexterous control. Only then, using a Furnace Cauldron, could they refine various kinds of elixirs.

Fang Bai’s current practice, the "Dragon-Tiger-Lion-Elephant Technique," would allow him to freely release and manipulate True Yuan to refine elixirs once he reached the "Surging Essence Realm."

After putting the five Wood Element Stones and a few "Spirit Fox Grass" into his Spatial Ring, Fang Bai took out a bottle of "Corpse Disintegrating Powder" he had prepared and sprinkled some on Nangong Ming’s corpse.

Wisps of light smoke rose up, and in the blink of an eye, Nangong Ming’s body, along with his clothes, turned into a puddle of clear water, disappearing from the world.

He casually retrieved his cell phone from the Spatial Ring and saw that Wang Miaomiao had called him. Fang Bai let out a small smile, guessing her purpose, and after thinking for a moment, he dialed Wang Miaomiao back.

"Miaomiao, what’s up with you calling me so late?"

Once the call connected, Fang Bai asked cheerfully.

In fact, Fang Bai had covertly observed the entire process of Nangong Ming’s attempt to assassinate Wang Miaomiao earlier. Seeing that Wang Miaomiao wasn’t in any life-threatening danger, he didn’t intervene.

After Nangong Ming was injured and fled, Fang Bai tracked him down and finished him off.

Killing to silence someone is, after all, too dark a deed. Therefore, Fang Bai had no intention of telling the kindhearted Wang Miaomiao about it, considering it a form of protection for her.

"Doctor Fang, there’s something I feel I need to tell you..."

Wang Miaomiao’s voice was like falling pearls as she briefly recounted how Nangong Ming had ambushed her and how, after being injured by the murderous intent from a jade pendant, he had fled, to Fang Bai.

Fang Bai listened patiently until she finished, then he spoke indifferently, "Tell your Pavilion Master that I’ll handle this matter, and ’Doctor Pavilion’ shouldn’t get involved anymore."

"Alright, I’ll let the Pavilion Master know."

Hearing Fang Bai say this, Wang Miaomiao nodded understandingly. Knowing that Fang Bai had many matters to attend to, she dared not disturb him further and respectfully bid him good night before ending the call.

"That Nangong Ming was from the Hidden Sect; I should have inquired about the Hidden Sect World before taking him out!"

After hanging up the phone, Fang Bai suddenly felt regretful and tapped his forehead while murmuring, "I wonder if the so-called Hidden Sect is a world separated by barriers and formations from the secular world... Never mind, since Baili Zhan and his wife are also from the Hidden Sect, if I want to visit it someday, I can ask them to guide me there!"

With a long howl to the sky, Fang Bai’s figure, like a wisp of smoke, darted towards Yanjing City.

The incident of Wang Miaomiao being ambushed by Nangong Ming was known to only a few in "Doctor Pavilion," and Wen Yu also issued a "gag order" that very night, forbidding any disciples to discuss or spread the word, as if the event had never happened. (PS: Vote for me! Reward me!)