Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 471: Profound Level Perfection Counts for Nothing!

Chapter 471: Chapter 471: Profound Level Perfection Counts for Nothing!

"Elder Taoist Qingxuan’s disciples sure are plenty, but they’re all a bunch of straw bags!"

Wu De disdainfully curled his lips, allowing his voice to reach the ears of the two hundred disciples of Qingcheng Temple around him.

These disciples of Qingcheng Temple were all proud and arrogant, and being described by Wu De as "straw bags," how could they not be enraged? They also knew that the strong enemy that had come must be these three people, two laymen and one monk. They began to clench their fists and rub their palms together, eager to try their skills.

"Dongxu, what’s going on here?"

With an imposing look on his face, Taoist Qingxuan strode forward, glanced at Fang Bai and his two companions, and sternly asked the middle-aged Taoist at the initial stage of the Profound Level.

The middle-aged man named Dongxu bowed and said, "To report to Uncle Master, this man not only beat up Chongling, but also came here blustering and demanding to see the Temple Master... Seeing that they came with ill intentions and each possessed strong abilities, I rang the bell to warn everyone..."

Taoist Qingxuan was currently acting as the Temple Master, so the Temple Master Dongxu mentioned was referring to Elder Taoist Qingling, who had been away from the temple for several months.

Upon hearing this, Taoist Qingxuan’s eyes flashed sharply, carefully assessing Fang Bai and his two companions.

Taoist Qingxuan was currently at the realm of Profound Level Perfection and just one step away from stepping into the ranks of the Earth Level Martial Artists. Alongside his senior brother, Elder Taoist Qingling, he was one of the two great experts of Qingcheng Temple.

The strength of Ghost Hand was immediately apparent to Taoist Qingxuan as belonging to a Martial Artist at the initial stage of the Profound Level, not something to worry about, but Fang Bai and Wu De shocked him greatly.

The cultivation levels of these two young men were like clouds covering mist, so much so that, with his eyesight, he couldn’t discern their depths.

It seemed that Dongxu was right; all three individuals appeared to bear significant hostility, indeed posing a strong threat to Qingcheng Temple.

Even racking his brain, Taoist Qingxuan could not recall when exactly three such strong young individuals had emerged in the Ancient Martial World of Huaxia.

"May I ask what matter brings the three benefactors here seeking our Qingcheng Temple Master?"

Taoist Qingxuan lightly flicked his horsetail whisk and greeted them with a bow, asking in a cordial tone.

With the Temple Master Qingling currently away, Qingcheng Temple was one great expert short. If a fight were to break out between them, unless the disciples of Qingcheng Temple all rushed up together, it might be hard to repel the enemy.

And if a battle did ensue, casualties would be inevitable, which was a prospect Taoist Qingxuan hoped to avoid. Thus, he decided to clarify the situation first.

If there were any grievances between them, he would try to resolve them if possible. If not, then preparing to defend with a formation would be the next course of action.

"Old Taoist Qingxuan, don’t you remember me, the Taoist Master?"

Wu De stepped forward, standing right in front of Taoist Qingxuan, and pointed to his own nose as he asked.

"This poor Taoist’s eyesight fails him; may I know which Daoist friend this is...?"

Taoist Qingxuan scrutinized the slightly sleazy-looking fat Taoist for a long time but failed to recognize who he was.

That was no surprise. Twenty years ago, Wu De was just a young man in his twenties, dressed in tatters, thin as a rail, barely distinguishable from a beggar.

But today’s Wu De, although still shabbily dressed, was no longer the starving, cold young boy he had been. His plump, round figure was a complete departure from his looks twenty years ago, and how could Taoist Qingxuan recognize him?

Furthermore, back then, Wu De was just a wandering Taoist from out of town. After people like Taoist Qingxuan chased him down the mountain, the incident was quickly dismissed from their minds. Who would have thought that twenty years later, that little Taoist they had humiliated and verbally abused would specifically come back to seek justice?

"Don’t remember, do you? Heh, it’s true what they say about the rich forgetting things easily!"

Wu De sneered mockingly, suddenly rolled up his left sleeve, revealing a harrowing scar on his left arm, and said, "Back then, when I clung to Elder Taoist Qingling’s leg and begged him to take me in, he used his horsetail whisk to wrap around my arm and flung me away fiercely. This scar is from that time. Heh, if Elder Taoist Qingling were still alive, he would surely recognize this scar."

After a pause, he continued, "With the abilities I have now, I could have healed this scar, but I chose to keep it. I use it to constantly alert and remind myself: if one wants to live with dignity in this world, one must have strength!"

That one sentence from Wu De, "If Elder Taoist Qingling were still alive," exploded like thunder beside Taoist Qingxuan’s ear, making his whole body shudder and it took him a long while to regain his senses.

"You... What do you mean by that sentence just now? What happened to our Temple Master?"

Taoist Qingxuan asked sharply, his voice trembling slightly.

Taoist Qingling was the number one expert of Qingcheng Temple and its spiritual pillar. If something had happened to him, it would be a tremendous blow to Qingcheng Temple.

Wu De sneered and said, "You don’t understand what I mean? It means Elder Taoist Qingling is dead! It’s a pity he didn’t die by my hands, which is a bit regrettable!"

Taoist Qingxuan’s body swayed, his face instantly turning somewhat pale, and he muttered, "Impossible... Impossible... the Temple Master’s cultivation level had reached Profound Level Perfection, how could he die..."

Wu De rolled his eyes and said, "Profound Level Perfection counts for nothing! A slap from Taoist Master me can kill a bunch of them!"

"How did the Temple Master die?"

Taoist Qingxuan’s gaze was fixed on Wu De’s face, his eyes turned bloodshot, he asked in a deep voice, bristling with killing Qi.

In his eyes, Wu De had a grudge with Qingcheng Temple. Since he knew the Temple Master was dead, even if he didn’t kill him, he must be inextricably involved.

"How he died... you’ll have to ask him," Wu De said.

Wu De turned his head to look at Fang Bai next to him.

Taoist Qingxuan’s gaze shifted towards Fang Bai, feeling a hidden surprise in his heart. Could the death of the Temple Master be related to this inscrutable young man?

"The Temple Master was killed by me."

Fang Bai simply nodded and admitted, then lazily said, "He’s been dead for several months now!"

"Why did you kill my Temple Master? What grudge does Qingcheng Temple have with you?"

Elder Taoist Qingling used to travel outside, and each month news would be sent back to Qingcheng Temple. However, this time, there had been no news for several months, which made Taoist Qingxuan have a bad premonition. Now, hearing Fang Bai’s words, he was certain Elder Taoist Qingling had met with disaster.

"Because he deserved to die!"

Fang Bai said expressionlessly, seemingly too lazy to explain too much.

Fang Bai had killed Taoist Qingling because Qingling had tried to coerce and entice his sister, Fang Yun, into becoming his disciple, which touched Fang Bai’s bottom line, prompting him to take action.

Actually, even if Taoist Qingling had not died the last time, he would have hardly escaped this time. He was one of the leading culprits behind the massacre at Myriad Medicine Valley, and Ghost Hand surely wouldn’t let him off.

"A life for a life, a debt paid in full. The Temple Master died at your hands, you... and you two, leave your lives behind as company for the Temple Master in death!"

Taoist Qingxuan laughed angrily, pointing his horsetail whisk towards the three of them.

Although Fang Bai was the murderer, the other two were his accomplices. Since they had come to Qingcheng Temple together, he decided to kill all of them together.

"Set up the Eight Trigrams Minor Sword Formation! Execute these three!"

Taoist Qingxuan shouted loudly.

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