Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 473: What Do You Really Want?

Chapter 473: Chapter 473: What Do You Really Want?

The powerful Eight Trigrams Great Sword Array, considered by the disciples of Qingcheng Temple as impregnable, was instantly broken by Fang Bai with a stomp of his foot and a roar.

"Predecessors! Infusing True Yuan into the ground for an attack, turning True Yuan into a sound wave for an attack... What kind of cultivation technique is this? It’s simply terrifying! This Fang Bai, he’s becoming more and more unfathomable!"

Wu De, too, was startled by the formidable cultivation technique that Fang Bai had suddenly employed and watched with awe as Fang Bai finished his technique, feeling a surge of reverence for him.

The only person at the scene who was not affected by Fang Bai’s attack was Ghost Hand.

"Ghost Hand, concentrate your mind, circulate your cultivation technique, and prepare for your breakthrough! I will protect you!"

As he spoke, Fang Bai stood by Ghost Hand’s side, his gaze sharp as a blade, sweeping over the disciples of Qingcheng Temple around them, with the air of a man who could single-handedly hold off a thousand foes.

Some of the relatively stronger disciples of Qingcheng Temple staggered to their feet, mumbling, as they looked at Fang Bai with horror.

At this moment, in their eyes, Fang Bai was like a god descending from heaven, exuding a powerful aura that brought them endless oppression, making it hard for them to breathe, and crushing their confidence and courage to approach and attack again.

With the sword array broken, the pressure on Ghost Hand lifted.

He let out a long sigh, gave Fang Bai a grateful look, then took out two Golden Essence Stones, clutched them in his hands, sat down cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, began to circulate his cultivation technique, and started trying to break through to the next realm.

Under Fang Bai’s intimidating gaze and the pressure he exuded, no one at the scene dared to disturb Ghost Hand’s cultivation, and no one even dared to make a sound.

Wu De stood by, his eyes wide as he watched Ghost Hand cultivating, his face full of disbelief.

Wu De noticed that, as Ghost Hand was cultivating, the two Golden Essence Stones in his grip quickly lost their luster in just a matter of minutes, turning into ordinary gray stones.

Wu De knew that when Essence Stones changed color, it meant that the Essence Energy within them had been completely absorbed.

Wu De had once received a Heaven Rank Technique, which also enabled the direct absorption of the Essence Energy contained in Essence Stones, and because of this, Wu De’s strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. In just a short twenty years, he had squeezed into the ranks of Earth Level Experts, reaching a realm that countless martial artists could only dream of.

Of course, this was also related to Wu De’s superhuman talent.

This fellow possessed both Earth and Metal Innate Spiritual Roots, with a physique ranked even higher than the "Innate Spirit Body"—the "Extraordinary Holy Body." Therefore, not only did his strength rise rapidly, but he also became an unrivaled master tomb raider.

If an ordinary martial artist was lucky enough to obtain a Heaven Rank Technique, without extraordinary talent and a strong physique to support them, they would not be able to cultivate it at all.

The reason why Wu De’s face changed when he saw Ghost Hand cultivating was his amazement at the speed at which Ghost Hand absorbed the Essence Energy from the Essence Stones, which was much faster than his own.

When cultivating, Wu De needed at least an hour to completely absorb the Essence Energy from one Essence Stone, and after that, it took him at least a day to refine the Essence Energy from the Essence Stone and make it his own.

Yet Ghost Hand, after fully absorbing the Essence Energy from two Essence Stones, immediately took out several more in succession until, after absorbing the Essence Energy from the tenth Essence Stone, he began to silently cultivate and tried to break through to the next realm.

Such a rapid absorption of Essence Energy not only requires an Innate Spirit Body as a guarantee but also the assistance of higher-tier cultivation techniques; otherwise, the meridians and blood vessels could very likely burst from the sudden influx of massive amounts of Essence Energy.

Thinking of higher-rank techniques, Wu De’s gaze involuntarily turned back towards Fang Bai.

As the disciple of Fang Bai, the cultivation technique Ghost Hand practiced should have come from what was imparted by Fang Bai.

If the disciple is already cultivating a Heaven Rank Technique, what about the master?

The cultivation technique Fang Bai is practicing, could it not be even higher than a Heaven Rank Technique?

Could it be that this guy Fang Bai really comes from a world even more mysterious and superior to the Hidden Sect, as the legends say?

"Predecessors! This Fang Bai is truly unfathomable! From now on, Taoist Master must treat him like an elder and worship him, I mustn’t offend him at any cost!"

Wu De thought to himself.

"Brother Wu, could you help me keep an eye on the Profound Level Martial Artists from Qingcheng Temple, and prevent them from slipping away! As for the others... let them be," Fang Bai suddenly said.

Wu De, who had been wondering how to ingratiate himself with Fang Bai, was revitalized upon hearing this and slapped his chest firmly, saying loudly, "No problem, leave it to me!"

He looked around at all the Qingcheng Temple disciples with a cold, murderous sneer and said, "There are quite a few Profound Level Martial Artists from Qingcheng Temple, more than twenty! All the Profound Level Martial Artists, listen up, stand there obediently for Taoist Master. Anyone who dares to slip away under my watch, don’t blame me for not being polite!"

While he was speaking, a Profound Level Martial Artist from Qingcheng Temple took advantage of Wu De’s back turned and, using his movement technique, silently dashed toward a distant exit.

"Seeking death!"

Wu De, with ears that could catch sounds from all directions, heard the sound of clothes whipping through the air and knew that someone was trying to escape. Instantly, his killing Qi surged and with the tip of his foot, he kicked up a long sword from the ground, grasped it in his hand, and threw it.

Whoosh—

The long sword, infused with Wu De’s True Yuan, whistled through the air and instantly caught up with the Qingcheng disciple trying to flee, piercing through his left calf.

The Qingcheng disciple, suddenly wounded while in rapid flight, staggered and almost fell.

Wu De moved swiftly, caught up behind the Qingcheng disciple, grabbed his collar, dragged him back to the scene, slapped him unconscious with one blow, and cursed, "Predecessors! Taoist Master will knock you out with a slap; let’s see if you still run!"

Seeing a fellow disciple with the strength of a Profound Level Martial Artist powerless in Wu De’s hands, the other Qingcheng Temple disciples were frightened and did not dare to try and escape.

At this moment, Taoist Qingxuan looked ashen, filled with despair.

He had never imagined that the three young people before him would be so strong, especially the one wearing casual urban clothes, who looked harmless but, with his own power, had forcefully broken the Qingcheng Temple’s millennia-old, greatly powerful Eight Trigrams Great Sword Array.

The Eight Trigrams Great Sword Array was the temple-protecting array of Qingcheng, which had relied on it to survive crises of life and death for a thousand years. Yet today, this sword array that had been honored for a millennium was effortlessly broken by an unknown young man, causing many of the array-forming disciples to be injured.

Taoist Qingxuan was well aware that, although the Qingcheng Temple currently had two hundred disciples, including over twenty Profound Level Martial Artists, there was simply no chance for a turnaround.

Each of the three opponents had outstanding strength, and the young man dressed in casual urban clothes was so powerful that it annihilated any thought of resistance in him.

"You... what exactly do you want?"

Taoist Qingxuan, suppressing a trace of fear arising within him towards Fang Bai, asked with a bitter taste in his mouth.

He understood that if the three before him had a killing intent, then none of the two hundred Qingcheng Temple disciples present today would be likely to survive.

(PS: Asking for recommendation tickets!)