Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend-Chapter 894 - 763: Tearing Villains Apart by Hand

"Bah, what a shameless old bitch! Who tampered with it? That torn clothes were only handled by you from start to finish. Clearly, you are no match for others, refined junk and yet want to claim it’s a Heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact. Anyone like Long Baobao can beat you with just a finger." Little Wuya couldn’t stand it upon hearing and kicked Long Sixuan without hesitation.

Truth be told, Long Sixuan wasn’t wrong either.

Indeed, someone did tamper with the Turtle Pattern Netherworld Robe, but it was neither Long Baobao nor others, it was Ye Lingyue who had already left the scene.

The Turtle Pattern Netherworld Robe was a Spiritual Artifact refined with efforts of the Evil Cauldron Spirit, and its defense was indeed extraordinary. However, during its final refining stage, a wisp of black cauldron artifact from Ye Lingyue disrupted the completion of the Netherworld Robe, destroying the turtle pattern, leading to Long Sixuan’s mid-event wardrobe malfunction and being roasted to a crisp.

But apart from Ye Lingyue and Zitang Su, no one else knew of this.

The Sifang City Lord checked and confirmed the problem occurred during the refining of the Turtle Pattern Netherworld Robe.

"Long Family Head, this Netherworld Robe is destroyed, and this final competition was won by Little Hei Xiaoling. This time, in the World’s First Refining, he is deservedly the winner." The Sifang City Lord expressed regretfully.

Upon hearing the announcement, Long Sixuan’s face turned ashen.

"Do you three have any objections?" The Sifang City Lord asked Zitang Su and the others, but none of the three spoke.

"If that’s the case, I hereby announce the winner of this World’s First Refining is Little Hei Xiaoling, and he will be my closed-door disciple." The Sifang City Lord announced on the spot.

"No, City Lord, you three judges, my name is not Little Hei Xiaoling. Sister Ye Lingyue gave me this name to protect me. My real name is Long Baobao, my true identity is the Young Clan Leader of the Long Clan, and Long Huai, the old Family Patriarch, is my own grandfather. Long Sixuan is unfit as the Acting Family Head."

After hearing the result, Long Baobao immediately knelt in front of the Sifang City Lord, knocking his head against the ground thrice.

Only when his forehead was red did he lift his head and articulate, revealing how Long Sixuan colluded with outsiders, hunted him down, and imprisoned the old Family Patriarch, detailing everything clearly.

Everyone on the scene was shocked after listening.

Long Sixuan was speechless. Just as he was about to speak, his wounds burned fiercely.

"Child, are those things you said true?" The Sifang City Lord realized Long Baobao’s identity for the first time.

He didn’t expect that the seemingly honest Long Sixuan harbored such malice. If Long Baobao hadn’t stunned the crowd today, he might have taken Long Sixuan as a disciple.

The three members of the Three Sects listened, even Yue Mei, who had bias against Long Baobao, couldn’t help but silently admire Long Baobao’s temperament.

Family turmoil and kin imprisoned, and it was his own uncle who did it.

Upon encountering Long Sixuan in Sifang City, he didn’t impulsively seek revenge.

Rather, he waited until the results of the World’s First Refining were announced, and the Sifang City Lord personally decided to take him as a disciple before revealing the truth.

In this way, the Sifang City Lord is his master, and the matters of the Long Clan are the Sifang City Lord’s affairs. For the sake of his talented disciple, the Sifang City Lord will surely ensure justice for him.

Long Baobao carried such immense psychological pressure throughout the competitions.

Such tenacity alone will ensure he achieves great things.

"City Lord, don’t listen to this little ghost’s nonsense. He’s not a descendent of the Long Family." Long Sixuan struggled to rise and argue.

"Long Sixuan, you beast, how long will you continue to lie!"

Suddenly, a sharp coughing sound was heard, an old man was supported by a man and a woman as he came in.

The newcomer was feeble and hunched, but his face exuded an aura of authority through his eyes.

It was none other than Long Huai, the old Family Patriarch, who had been imprisoned by Long Sixuan for many days.

Accompanying the old Family Patriarch was Yan Che and Lai Gu.

It turns out that Ye Lingyue had secretly instructed Yan Che to find a way to rescue the old Family Patriarch when they entered Sifang City.

With Long Sixuan absent in Cang Country, and Ghost Sect’s long-set ambush in Cang Country, during the moment of weak defense, Yan Che led his followers to storm the Long family, rescuing the old Patriarch and killed Long Sixuan’s henchmen and cronies.

All this happened swiftly like thunder, carried out in secret, and even Long Baobao was unaware.

"Grandfather, it’s really you! Baobao thought he would never see you again."

Long Baobao rubbed his eyes and confirmed the elder before him was not a mirage. He rushed over like a bird returning to its nest.

"Good child, it is grandpa. These days have been tough on you. You truly didn’t let grandpa down, and made the Long family proud." Long Huai gazed at the mature Long Baobao, his withered hands caressed his face repeatedly.

In the Long Family, he had lost all hope, waiting for death daily, but who knew Yan Che and others would suddenly break in.

They arrived at Sifang City and just happened across Ye Lingyue and Feng Xun. Upon hearing from Ye Lingyue that Long Baobao would win the World’s First Refining, the old Family Patriarch rushed over eagerly.

Grandfather and grandson embraced each other, shedding tears of joy.

Seeing Long Huai, Long Sixuan was ashen-faced, his knees trembled, and he fell to the ground.

"Long Sixuan, you brother-killing, father-torturing beast, how can you face the ancestors of the Long family?" Long Huai caressed Long Baobao tenderly, but when he lifted his head and saw Long Sixuan, his old eyes were filled with boundless hatred.

"Father, child..." Long Sixuan knew his time was up, he wanted to plead, but upon meeting the hateful gazes from Long Huai and Long Baobao, he felt a wave of fear.

Everyone around them looked at him with contempt and anger.

No one sympathized, nor would anyone rescue him. A scoundrel like Long Sixuan deserved condemnation.

"Cauldron Spirit, Lord Cauldron Spirit, come save me."

Long Sixuan shouted, ignoring his severe injuries, leaping up desperately, crazily calling out.

Only the Evil Cauldron Spirit could save him, but where did the Evil Cauldron Spirit go?

Long Sixuan shouted madly, naked, incoherent, but received no response. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Eventually, Long Sixuan collapsed to the ground, his injuries from Phoenix Fire were grave, and exacerbated by excessive despair, his wounds tore open, with no aid forthcoming.

His cries weakened until they were completely silenced.

His corpse rotted and chilled in the cold air.

From beginning to end, neither Long Huai nor Long Baobao said a word.