The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

Chapter 259: Hu Yiquan

Translator: 549690339

The size and layout of this graveyard were almost identical to that of the Hu Family’s graveyard set up in the back mountain.

On the walls, in addition to a tremendous amount of inscriptions, there were also murals.

The content of the murals depicted various visions of ascending to immortality.

There were numerous everlasting lights lit in the graveyard.

Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru entered the graveyard.

Song Yuru frowned. “Little Long, these murals are strange…”

“Nothing strange about them. They depict ascension, the descendants of the Hu Family hope their ancestors can ascend and become immortals, but it’s all nonsense.” Huang Xiaolong laughed disdainfully. “Wife, I’m convinced this place is the real ancestral tomb of the Hu Family and the core formation of the ‘Gathering of Nine Yin Wealth’. If this place is destroyed, the Hu Family will be finished. They will pay for their plundering of thousands of families in the village and suffer a backlash, resulting in their total annihilation.”

“The Hu Family deserves to be punished! Little Long, let’s start digging! But we don’t have any tools…” Song Yuru rolled up her sleeves, looking like a tomboy.

“Hahaha…Wife, you’re so cute. Alright, watch this.” Huang Xiaolong laughed, then led Song Yuru out of the graveyard.

Song Yuru was perplexed, seeing Huang Xiaolong standing in front of the graveyard, his face serious, as he recited a chant.

The next moment!

Boom

Huang Xiaolong spat out a blast of fire, his eyes ablaze with flames darting forth.

The flames were crystalline, unblemished, swirling into the Hu Family graveyard and instantly setting it ablaze!

“What the…” Song Yuru was speechless, standing at the side.

The fire that Huang Xiaolong spat from his nose, mouth, and eyes was the Taoist’s Samadhi True Fire.

This fire wasn’t ordinary, it was the essence, energy, and spirit refined into Samadhi. Even in rain, its burning wouldn’t cease and it could even turn a river into a wasteland.

In a short while, Huang Xiaolong retracted the Samadhi True Fire. The Hu Family’s ancestral tomb had been burnt to cinders, no longer existing.

After today’s venting of Divine Blood and releasing of the Samadhi True Fire, Huang Xiaolong was exhausted, his face layered with fatigue.

“Hey, wife, our grand task is complete, why don’t you kiss me?” Huang Xiaolong turned and smiled at Song Yuru.

“Um, Little Long, that fire just now was?” Song Yuru was still confused.

“Samadhi True Fire.” Huang Xiaolong casually replied.

“The same Samadhi True Fire that the Red Boy used to burn the Sun Monkey?” Song Yuru’s mouth opened wide, enough to fit a cucumber.

“Yes.” Huang Xiaolong nodded.

“Little Long…are you…are you a human or an immortal?” Song Yuru had a stunned look on her face.

“Me? I’m” Huang Xiaolong’s eyes glinted with mischief. The next moment, he suddenly stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Song Yuru, and his mouth covered her cherry lips…

After ten long minutes…

“Little Long…my tongue is numb…you…next time don’t be so rough, okay? So annoying!” Song Yuru said shyly.

In that moment, she no longer cared about Huang Xiaolong’s background. All she knew was that this man was destined to be with her, to love her, and that was enough!

Hand in hand, they walked back the way they came.

Upon reaching the subway station, Huang Xiaolong guided Song Yuru into the tunnel and along the tracks.

One station back was the village station. Therefore, after about a 20-minute walk, they emerged from the exit at the village station.

Song Yuru’s home was only about a ten-minute walk from the subway station.

“Ah, wife, I’m so tired and sleepy. I really want to sleep.” Huang Xiaolong grumbled as they walked.

“Pu Little Long, stop yelling, okay? We’ll be home soon and then you can sleep. I’m also very sleepy.” Song Yuru laughed sweetly.

“Wife, tonight, can I finally hold you while sleeping?” Huang Xiaolong said with a flirtatious smile.

With a blush creeping onto her face, Song Yuru gently bit her lower lip, then nodded lightly, whispering, “Yes.”

As they returned to their doorstep, Huang Xiaolong noticed that Hu Yang and the others who had been immobilized by his daytime curse had already vanished.

They had probably been carried away by someone.

Huang Xiaolong didn’t bother much about it and simply headed home with Song Yuru to sleep.

The city village.

A villa, constructed like a royal palace.

This villa, the prime property in the center of the city village, located halfway up a hill, was truly a luxurious hillside mansion—an auspicious geographical location.

The master of this villa was the richest man in the city village—the Hu Family!

At this moment, several rooms in the villa were still lit and the surrounding area patrolled by a number of armed bodyguards.

The study room.

A short middle-aged man sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, a censer sat on the table in front of him. The subtle scent of sandalwood infused the room with a serene aura.

However, the canvases hung on the walls of the study instead depicted menacing figures with blue faces and sharp teeth, looking like ghosts and demons, rather than buddhas or Taoist sages!

These horrifying images rendered the room eerily similar to a set from a horror movie.

“Boss… Young Master…” said a middle-aged man in a black shirt, also standing in the study.

“Hmph!” The middle-aged man gave a cold harumph, and the temperature in the room dramatically dropped several degrees. His forehead veins bulged, and his face turned menacingly terrifying. “My legacy, three generations of the Hu family! They dared to lay a hand on my beloved son! OK! Very good! Let me guess, this must have been done by an outsider? I swear! I will crush him until his spirit dissipates! His entire family, they shall all accompany him in death! I will toy with all the female members of his family! Torment their souls! Transform all of his family’s souls into puppet ghosts! Denying any chance of reincarnation for his entire family! Forever and always, their souls are my playthings!”

This middle-aged man was none other than Hu Yiquan, the true richest man in the city village and a figure as significant as the Emperor, father of Hu Yang.

This afternoon he received the news that his son and minions had been immobilized and his son’s fingers had all been brutally shattered. This made Hu Yiquan absolutely livid!

He swore to claim justice for his son, even if his assailant was a Taoist spell caster!

In Hu Yiquan’s eyes, no matter who they were or what means they used, if they angered him, they were as good as dead!

“Yes… boss, please calm down. The Young Master has only suffered minor injuries… He’s now fast asleep.” The bodyguard spoke respectfully. However, a trace of wicked malice flashed in his eyes.

“That’ll do, you can go now.” Hu Yiquan gestured the bodyguard to leave.

“Boss, I’ll take leave.” The bodyguard respectfully left the study; his ferocious gaze became even more intense and his whole body started trembling with excitement!

The bodyguard walked straight to Hu Yang’s room!

Back inside the study.

Hu Yiquan was struggling to regain his composure when right at that moment!

All of a sudden!

One of the talismans on the desk inexplicably caught fire and disintegrated into ashes in the blink of an eye!

“Ah”

Hu Yiquan’s eyes widened in shock, even wider than a bullock’s eyes!

The next second, his body started to shake uncontrollably.

Then, the next second

“Ahhh!!!!!!”

Hu Yiquan’s eyes bulged as he let out a bloodcurdling scream!

This outcry was mournful, as if he were weeping blood!

“Who?! Who?! Who’s responsible? Who disturbed my Hu Family’s ancestral grave?!”