Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 678 - 678 677 The Power of the Immortal Talisman

678: 677: The Power of the Immortal Talisman 678: 677: The Power of the Immortal Talisman Ouch!

The woman let out a startled cry as she fell toward the ground, headfirst, but Tang Feng acted in time.

Catching her in his arms, he couldn’t help but laugh the next moment; it turned out she had just tripped over her own feet.

Had it been before, she certainly would not have been so vulnerable, but having been tortured by Huang Hui to her last breath, even though she had recovered a bit, she had still overestimated her strength.

And there she was, having thrown herself into someone else’s arms, which left her quite embarrassed.

He’s just a young lad, no need to be nervous.

Thinking this to herself, she suddenly felt her hips being supported, and her last bit of strength dissolved instantly, leaving her hanging off Tang Feng’s body.

“Big sister, I didn’t save you expecting anything in return, let alone your body; you’re being too enthusiastic,” Tang Feng joked.

“Your, your hand,” she said through clenched teeth, furiously at how peculiar he was.

Only then did Tang Feng realize where his hand was placed—it was on her rather private area—so he moved it upwards a bit, which seemed to upset the woman even more, nearly causing her to faint.

She was certain this youngster was doing it on purpose, desperately trying to steady her Divine Sense and regulate her breath, yet she found she couldn’t at all.

As she pondered what to do, Tang Feng suddenly swept her up in a sideways carry and helped her straighten her skirt.

This was unexpected for her; she had assumed he would take advantage of the situation, but now she felt a sudden fondness towards him, realizing she might have misunderstood him.

However, when Tang Feng then commented on her lack of…

substance, doubting what Huang Hui saw in her, she was infuriated to the point of almost coughing up blood.

This guy must have no taste.

Her beauty could sink fish and cause geese to fall from the sky, make the moon hide and flowers blush with her willowy figure and lotus-like legs, every part of her was attractive—not to mention ripe for the picking.

Surely anyone would want a taste.

He definitely was doing this deliberately, playing hard to get, no doubt about it; she would not fall for it.

Now with some strength regained, she quickly got up from Tang Feng’s body, and without saying anything, she stepped on Tang Feng’s foot.

She even gave it a good twist.

Tang Feng scrunched his face and winced as though in sheer joy, and the woman felt her anger drain away.

She didn’t know why she had become so petty.

In any case, she couldn’t help but act as she did, unaware that Tang Feng was feigning it all; even if she had used her Immortal Sword on his foot, she couldn’t have injured him.

He was purely putting on an act.

Life is too long to be boring, pretending is necessary sometimes, as doing so can be truly advantageous.

For instance, now that he had had his fun and the woman was not angry but instead less irritated, why not?

Tang Feng would never lead people astray, so let’s not all jump on the bandwagon here.

It’s better to refrain from taking such liberties too often, of course, unless you’re cruising in a luxury sports car with a pile of bank cards—then you don’t have to seek advantages; they come to you willingly.

Tang Feng’s realm was high, yet he remained unassuming.

As for beauties, sometimes merely flirting with them is enough, without any intention of claiming them for oneself.

“I’ll never let you guys off, even in death,” bellowed Huang Hui, completely unable to stand the sight of his meal flying away and then witnessing the two flirting.

Without that which makes a man, life is but suffering, so he wanted to take Tang Feng down with him, throwing an Immortal Talisman into the fray.

This talisman was one of the few left by the Huang Family Patriarch, who doted on his grandson enough to give him one.

All cultivators below the Fourth Tribulation rank would be annihilated by it—it was incredibly terrifying.

Merely the pressure it exerted was enough that the woman couldn’t withstand it, and she collapsed on the ground.

“Does it hurt?” Tang Feng asked with a smile.

The woman was in so much pain, tears streamed down her face.

Had it not been for a bit of Spiritual Energy protecting her front, that fall could have easily killed her.

A woman’s assets can sometimes be a true burden.

Huang Hui, seeing Tang Feng unaffected, couldn’t help but wonder if his Immortal Talisman had failed.

But the state of Fu Siyu’s mother suggested otherwise.

The boy was too bizarre; now he was beginning to regret his actions, wishing he hadn’t been so careless.

If he had used the talisman to defend himself earlier, perhaps Tang Feng wouldn’t have been able to hurt him.

But now that the talisman was thrown, there was no turning back.

He was in the direct path of the blast as the terrifying Immortal Essence Power erupted, flattening the entire estate in an instant, with the effects rippling out to a radius of ten miles.

Fu Siyu’s mother was terrified.

She watched as the Immortal Essence Power swept over her, witnessed the pavilions and manor disappear into nothing, yet she remained unharmed.

It was then she truly realized the gravity of the situation and looked at Tang Feng in horror.

“Who, who exactly are you?” she asked.

“I’m a man, of course.

Big sister, how much longer are you going to hold on to me?” Tang Feng responded with a laugh.

The woman, realizing she was tightly clutching Tang Feng, quickly let go in fright.

Having instinctively held Tang Feng just moments before, her face now flushed red like the sunset, exuded a different kind of charm.

Tang Feng then said with a smile, “Actually, I don’t mind at all, if you need anything in the future, just find me.”

“In your dreams,” she retorted, and once again thought about stepping on someone.

Of course, there would be no chance this time, as Tang Feng dodged, but soon realized something was wrong, feeling a wave of heat wash over him.

He glanced at Fu Siyu’s mother and saw that she was even worse off.

“What’s the matter?”

“That bastard from the Huang Family scattered a large amount of Joyful Fragrant Fruit around the estate,” the woman said, then kneeled down on the ground.

She was resisting.

Tang Feng quickly cast a spell, and Qi Needles hovered around him instantly, but to his dismay, he discovered that this damn thing couldn’t be cured.

“There’s no cure for the Joyful Fragrant Fruit; it’s said to be irresistible even by gods,” said the still somewhat lucid woman urgently.

“Shit, what are the consequences then?”

“Death by bodily explosion, not even the bones will be left.”

“Is there really no cure?”

“There is, there is.”

“Then spit it out, what’s with the hesitation at a time like this?” Tang Feng said, irritated.

“What can a man and woman do together, you’re going to benefit from this,” said the woman, her eyes now even more hazy than before.

Seeing her stubbornness, Tang Feng said dismissively, “Who benefits from whom is yet to be seen; I am not someone that any woman can just do that sort of thing with.”

“You, if I could, I’d definitely crush you to death.

But if you don’t want to die right now, hurry up, I’m going all out,” she snapped.

Tang Feng couldn’t help but feel frustrated; why do these ridiculous scenarios always happen to him, making it seem like he always encounters mature women?

But indeed, they had something that young women couldn’t compare with.

With a wave of his hand, the Spirit Boat appeared, and Tang Feng carried her inside.

Two days flashed by, and Tang Feng finally emerged, only to find the area around the Spirit Boat swarming with Cultivators.

As soon as Tang Feng appeared, many Cultivators retreated.

Some still harbored ill intentions, including the Huang Family Patriarch, who paused in surprise when he saw Tang Feng.

Ever since he left without saying goodbye that day, he had been filled with regret.

He had thought he laid out a fatal trap, but didn’t expect that drinking would ruin his plans.

Now outside, he wasn’t completely confident, especially since his son’s presence had vanished around here, inevitably leading him to associate it with Tang Feng.

Could it be him?

Huang Gongjin weighed his options and chose to hold back; starting a conflict wouldn’t be good for him now, especially since he hadn’t yet obtained the Yun Dao Fruit.

“Brother Tang seems to be enjoying himself, may I know what happened here these past two days?” Huang Gongjin watched Tang Feng closely, but unfortunately couldn’t make out anything.

“Oh, it’s Brother Huang.

Sorry, I didn’t find anything when I got here,” Tang Feng said with a smile.

“Is that so?”

“Perhaps Brother Huang has discovered something?” Tang Feng said with inward amusement.

It’s true what they say about great masters being actors—they can tell the biggest lies without even blinking.

Huang Gongjin, unable to press further and knowing he wouldn’t get anything out of Tang Feng, decided to try another tactic, “Brother Tang, the Three Immortals Secret Realm opens tomorrow, are you interested?”

“No, I’m not interested in any legacies,” Tang Feng replied.

“That’s too bad, I was thinking of giving you a Pass Token.”

“I appreciate the thought.

Everyone, you may disperse now,” Tang Feng said, stowing away the Spirit Boat, which prompted the remaining Cultivators to leave with reluctant looks.

Not acting in that moment wasn’t due to fear of Tang Feng, but rather because of Huang Gongjin; seeing the two talking and laughing, they didn’t dare to act.