Rural Strongest Little Divine Doctor

Chapter 1980: Aristocratic Family Brawl

It is unworthy of a gentleman to not seek revenge.Small grievances can be dismissed, but such an unrivaled enmity, Luo Yang finds it hard to let go with a smile.

Luo Yang’s Flying Sword, though of the Blood Devil, was not crafted through his cultivation.

The Blood Devil itself possesses sentience.

In this way, the Blood Devil and Luo Yang only have a cooperative relationship.

The Blood Devil needs Luo Yang’s assistance to find Gan Jiang, and Luo Yang needs the Blood Devil in battle.

When using the Flying Sword, although connected by bloodline to the Blood Devil, it requires the consent of the Blood Devil to wield.

As Wang Weiye steps forward, Luo Yang communicates with the Blood Devil internally.

"Miss Mo Ye, follow my command. When I call for action, strike him with one swift sword!" Luo Yang instructed.

"With so many people, if I reveal myself, can you still escape?" the Blood Devil retorted.

The Blood Devil wasn’t here to settle accounts with Wang Weiye, its goal differed from Luo Yang’s.

"Miss Mo Ye, I have a plan, don’t worry," Luo Yang improvised.

In truth, he hadn’t considered the possibility of leaving the array alive.

Yet the Blood Devil needs Luo Yang alive.

Without Luo Yang’s aid, the Blood Devil would find it difficult to locate its husband.

If it shows itself now, countless would pursue Luo Yang until he surrenders the Blood Devil.

The Blood Devil sneered: "I can sense you’re courting death!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Yang felt slightly anxious; without the Blood Devil’s aid, relying solely on Shadow Fist might not be enough to defeat Wang Weiye.

The fact that he’s willing to face off indicates he is prepared.

Two of the Four Great Elders have escaped; it’s impossible for them not to share what they’ve seen.

Everyone here basically knows Luo Yang has broken through to the Third Level Soul Ferry of the Shadow Fist.

The only unknown is Luo Yang carrying the Blood Devil.

"Miss Mo Ye..."

Luo Yang barely uttered a few words when a silhouette blocked his view.

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Zhang Jing.

Originally, Zhang Jing was crouched beside her father’s corpse.

Tears stained her face, and her eyes brimmed with tears, yet her gaze cut like blades, the murderous aura on her fair face chilling to the bone.

"Let me fight you!" Zhang Jing shouted fiercely.

Unexpectedly, a beauty emerged midway, making Luo Yang secretly lament.

Dealing with Zhang Jing is pointless.

He wasn’t here to trouble Zhang Jing, but to kill Wang Weiye.

If he fights Zhang Jing, with her current fiery mood, she wouldn’t rest until one of them is dead.

Not killing her, he can’t escape; if he does, it feels heartless.

Having interacted with Zhang Jing in the Hongyun Brigade, he knows she’s not a ruthless beauty.

Besides, Luo Yang is still her master.

Now with the disciple challenging, the situation is indeed awkward.

Back when Elder Zhang acted in haste, thinking the Blood Shadow was Luo Yang’s Yin Spirit, unaware it was Shadow Fist’s Blood Soul Burning Scripture.

A delayed response of half a second cost him his life.

Luo Yang did not regret killing Elder Zhang for that matter.

He felt it was the deserved retribution for Elder Zhang’s evils.

Facing Zhang Jing, he showed no intention of apologizing.

Even if he did, the person is gone, rendering it useless.

Seeing Zhang Jing glaring at him, Luo Yang calmly said: "Miss Zhang, please step aside. My match is with that certain Weiye, not you."

Zhang Jing angrily bit her lips and said: "Today, it’ll be either your death or mine!"

No sooner spoken, she prepared her move.

In the blink of an eye, a figure suddenly swooped over, blocking Luo Yang.

A fragrant breeze filled the air.

Judging by the silhouette alone, it was Aunt Thirteen.

Once the fight begins, the outcome becomes unpredictable.

Everyone from Eight Immortals Hall came with pent-up rage, wanting to vent it on Luo Yang.

"Immortal Monarch, are you just going to watch idly? Not considering the bigger picture?" Aunt Thirteen called out.

Everyone turned towards the Immortal Monarch.

After a brief pause, the Immortal Monarch said blandly: "Stand back, all of you!"

Wang Weiye stood stubbornly for a while, but eventually retreated.

Only Zhang Jing refused to leave, until the Immortal Monarch added: "Remove her!"

Two women approached, flanking Zhang Jing, intending to drag her back.

Zhang Jing jerked her hands free, turned, and walked into the crowd.

Just when the fight was about to start, peace was restored.

Hong Jiaxin remained inaccessible, and killing Wang Weiye seemed a lost cause.

Attempting a sneak attack now, the distance was a little too far.

That Immortal Monarch likely had skills; even if the Blood Devil fought, it might not ensure Wang Weiye’s demise.

Blood Devil also had concerns, choosing to wait and observe the situation.

Aunt Thirteen continued: "In terms of relationships, our Shi Sheng Palace and your Eight Immortals Hall are longtime allies. We should be standing together."

Her tone cooled as she proceeded: "But this time, your Eight Immortals Hall has truly overstepped! He is on our side."

Pointing to Luo Yang with her finger.

"Without him, could you deal with The Tenth Mu Tan?" Aunt Thirteen surveyed.

She was more concerned with who The Tenth Mu Tan would first seek out for information.

As far as she knew, barring surprises, The Tenth Mu Tan would seek out Shi Sheng Palace first.

No one could refute, so Aunt Thirteen continued: "He merely wishes to meet an old friend, and you make things difficult! Is this amusing? And you, acting recklessly without consulting us!"

She fixed her gaze on Wang Weiye.

With Aunt Thirteen speaking on his behalf, Luo Yang’s inner rage hardly diminished.

Considering the gravity of events, forgiving Wang Weiye was impossible.

Aunt Thirteen was about to continue, but Luo Yang interjected: "Let me duel him first, then we’ll deal with other matters!"

Without avenging against Wang Weiye, there’s a constant frustration in his heart.

"Boy, he really did err." Aunt Thirteen turned to Luo Yang, "For my sake, spare him for now. If a cure cannot be found for you, then seek retribution against him, how about that?"

The meaning was all too clear.

Essentially, it sought to stabilize Luo Yang, waiting for the Ten Great Alliances to deal with The Tenth Mu Tan first.

When that time comes, if Luo Yang desires to settle accounts, no one would heed him.

The assumption being Luo Yang survives till then.

Presently, the poison of the Soul Dispersing Pill remains unresolved.

"Why would there be an antidote? Are you deceiving me? If he dared to attack me, let him duel me one on one!" Luo Yang refused to concede.

"Boy, don’t act on impulse."

As she spoke, Aunt Thirteen signaled furtively.

Implying he should compromise for now.

From a broader perspective, Luo Yang perceived Eight Immortals Hall’s intention to gang up on the weak.

Moreover, one of the Four Great Heavenly Kings, the Immortal Monarch, had appeared.

These people already knew of Luo Yang’s breakthrough to the Third Level Soul Ferry of the Shadow Fist.

Their willingness to confront him meant they were prepared.

Thus, seeking a one-versus-many battle seems impractical; the outcome is grim, likely ending in capture or death.

Consequently, Luo Yang didn’t intend to face Eight Immortals Hall collectively, only wanting Wang Weiye to duel.

"Let me fight him first!" Luo Yang insisted.

As long as Wang Weiye engages, Luo Yang has a chance to kill him with the Flying Sword.

After all, Wang Weiye remains unaware of the Blood Devil on Luo Yang.

The Flying Sword’s attack is fast, swift as lightning, ending that wretch instantly.