Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend-Chapter 895 - 764: The Lord’s Protection

Long Sixuan died miserably like this.

Seeing that the Long Family Patriarch had no intention of collecting the corpse, the Sifang City Lord ordered Housekeeper Qin to casually pick up a mat to cover the body and take it away.

With his great vengeance avenged, Long Baobao suddenly felt a bit lighter.

He nestled in the old patriarch’s arms and said softly.

"Grandfather, this time, it’s all thanks to Sister Yue that I could avenge my blood feud."

Long Baobao had never been so grateful to anyone. He just felt that going to Mercenary City and meeting Ye Lingyue was the best decision he had ever made in his life.

Sister Yue gave him the Four Directions Token and sent his grandfather to him, giving him the greatest surprise. He swore that he would repay Sister Yue with his life in the future.

"Indeed, thanks to that kind girl. Baobao, now that you are the disciple of the Sifang City Lord, after you complete the apprenticeship ceremony, we grandparents will personally thank Miss Yue." The Long Family Patriarch felt the same way.

He sincerely expressed his gratitude, having learned from Yan Che and others that the lives of Long Baobao and the Long Family were saved thanks to Ye Lingyue.

"Yes, Long Family Patriarch, you all must be weary from the journey. I will hold the apprenticeship ceremony tomorrow. Tonight, you two can stay at the City Lord’s Mansion, and let me fulfill the duties of a host." The Sifang City Lord said amicably.

Having decided to take Long Baobao as a disciple, the Long Clan would henceforth be allied with Sifang City.

The Long Family Patriarch courteously accepted the arrangement and, following the Sifang City Lord’s arrangements, stayed at the City Lord’s Mansion, with even Little Wuya and the others being invited to stay.

The World’s First Refining event, after many twists and turns, ultimately concluded in perfection.

The Sifang City Lord successfully took a disciple, and after everyone departed, the Dong Envoy led the servants in tidying up the scene.

The Sun Shadow Hook refined by Lie Xuyang was still stuck in the ground.

The Dong Envoy exerted some effort to pull out the Sun Shadow Hook, still stained with Luo Song’s blood.

The Sun Shadow Hook was a murder weapon, and the Dong Envoy had previously received the City Lord’s order to carefully preserve it, preventing outsider contact, as it would be needed for a thorough investigation in a few days.

Just as the Dong Envoy was about to pack away the Sun Shadow Hook, a shadow appeared before her.

The Dong Envoy looked up to see Zitang Su standing in front of her.

This Venerable One, though young, was unrivaled in appearance, akin to the Heavenly Gods, making even a middle-aged woman like the Dong Envoy catch her breath in his presence.

The Dong Envoy felt a bit embarrassed, and upon closer inspection, she found Zitang Su fixated on the Sun Shadow Hook in her hand.

"Does Lord wish to see this Spiritual Artifact?"

Seeing that Zitang Su neither confirmed nor denied, the Dong Envoy assumed he was interested in the Sun Shadow Hook.

Since Zitang Su wanted to see it, she naturally dared not say more, quickly handing over the Sun Shadow Hook.

Zitang Su extended his hand, but did not touch the Sun Shadow Hook, clearly displeased with the blood on it. His sleeve moved slightly, and the Dong Envoy felt the Sun Shadow Hook in her hand tremble as if something had been drawn out.

But upon examining the Sun Shadow Hook, the bloodstains remained unchanged.

As the Dong Envoy was puzzled, the shadow before her vanished.

Zitang Su left directly without a word.

Leaving the Dong Envoy dumbfounded.

Did Lord Zitang just want to touch the Sun Shadow Hook?

Should the anomaly of Lord Zitang be reported to the City Lord?

The Dong Envoy pondered, watching Zitang Su’s silhouette retreat, noting his swift pace and seemingly airborne steps, demonstrating such cultivation...

The Dong Envoy fell immediately silent, daring not to think further.

No matter, what problem could Lord Zitang have? Such a significant figure couldn’t possibly be connected to the explosion.

The logic of great figures truly is enigmatic. The Dong Envoy shook her head, put away the Sun Shadow Hook, and went back to report.

Zitang Su, alone, did not attend the banquet set up by the Sifang City Lord.

Once the surroundings were silent, Zitang Su opened his palm under his wide sleeves.

In his hand, there was a wisp of spiritual power.

The spiritual power had been drawn from the Sun Shadow Hook.

It was a feminine spiritual power, with some resilience.

That little woman’s spiritual power, like her personality, carried a touch of cunning, but was still somewhat reckless.

Instantly refining the Sun Shadow Hook with spiritual power, framing Lie Xuyang for murder, her actions truly brought the real culprit to justice, but still left troubles behind.

If, afterward, the Fiery Sun Sect came for retribution, and the Sifang City Lord re-inspected the Sun Shadow Hook, he would find the trace of spiritual power.

In his mind, an unusually lively face flashed by.

The bold manner when jumping in to seize the boat.

The smug demeanor after securing the boat.

The exasperated look when the Qiankun Purple Gold Bag was snatched back by him.

Known for never remembering faces, Zitang Su found, for the first time perhaps, a face etched so vividly into his memory, impossible to shake off.

Yet this feeling wasn’t bad.

Indeed, a faint smile appeared at the corners of Zitang Su’s mouth.

Under the moonlit night, amidst fragrant grasses, the man’s face bore a smile as if a spring breeze had blown, rippling the calm within someone’s heart.

"Just this once." Zitang Su pondered, gathering his fingertip.

Finishing his thought, Zitang Su paused.

He was suddenly reminded that it wasn’t the first time he had shielded that little woman.

"The last time." From his finger, a plume of ink-black fire, darker than the night sky, burned.

Ye Lingyue’s spiritual power, like a wick, burned within the ink-colored flames, finally dissolving, turning into a wisp of smoke.

Thus, the future troubles were entirely eradicated.

The ink-colored flame vanished, and so did Zitang Su’s figure.

In the sky, several bright streaks flew toward a certain direction in Sifang City.

In the inn, Ye Lingyue helped Feng Xun sit down.

"Take off your clothes, let me see the wound."

Upon hearing that, Feng Xun’s ears turned slightly red.

"I can manage on my own."

Though close with Ye Lingyue, it was the first time he was bare in front of her.

"The wounds are on your back; do you have eyes on your back?" Ye Lingyue, distressed, urged Feng Xun to sit down, and personally began to remove his outerwear.

Ye Lingyue had encountered Yan Che and others halfway, by which time, the Long Baobao and his grandfather would have already met.

Due to the mid-journey meeting, she had been delayed, and by now, the wounds on Feng Xun’s back had clotted, with some broken cauldron pieces hideously embedded into his skin.

As soon as she stripped the clothing, it caused even deeper injuries, with some patches of skin being peeled off.

Just looking at it made Ye Lingyue’s heart pound with worry.