Urban Supreme Medical Saint

Chapter 1921: Chapter 1918: White-Haired Woman (One more update!)

Ren Feifan snatched the portrait from the hands of the waiter and, upon multiple confirmations, was certain it was Su Mohan!

Without hesitation, he reached out and fiercely grabbed the waiter’s hand, questioning, "Is the female demon you mentioned this person? Are you sure?"

The waiter never expected such a strong reaction from the other party!

Could it be that this female demon slaughtered the boy’s entire family?

My goodness!

If that’s the case, then tomorrow this boy definitely won’t leave here but will head towards the extreme north.

The waiter already felt his wrist aching, and if this continued, his hand might be ruined. He quickly said, "Esteemed guest, although I haven’t seen the female demon myself, the painting given to me by others looks like this! It must be correct, and I’ve heard other guests here say that this female demon, despite being fierce, is as beautiful as a fairy. If one could capture her, it would be quite an enjoyment..."

Upon hearing this, Ren Feifan’s eyes turned cold, his arm rotating slightly!

With a "crack!" sound, the waiter’s hand was broken by him!

The waiter screamed in pain, drawing the attention of everyone in the hall!

"Esteemed guest, what are you doing! Why did you break my hand! Ah!"

Ren Feifan grabbed the waiter’s neck and lifted him up, speaking coldly, "If I hear such words again, you’ll be a corpse. Get lost!"

The waiter was truly baffled; it seemed he hadn’t offended this man!

The questions were asked by the guest, and he merely answered truthfully, how did it provoke this guy?

Fortunately, the inn had the best ointment, and with a few days of application, his arm condition would recover.

After the waiter left, the Ancient Kylin looked towards Ren Feifan with curiosity, "Do you know this white-haired woman?"

Ren Feifan nodded, answering, "No matter what, keep an eye out for her on the road to the extreme north. I must find her."

"Such a fine woman, why has she turned into this murderous demon? It shouldn’t be so," muttered the Ancient Kylin.

"She is cultivating the Supreme Heartless Technique, a world-renowned heartless cultivation technique. Once fully mastered, she’ll become devoid of desires and emotions, with terrifying strength. I originally thought she couldn’t master it so quickly, but now it seems her cultivation speed is far beyond what I imagined."

Ren Feifan was somewhat troubled; this was the only explanation. After all, the Supreme Heartless Technique was a very taboo existence in the Hidden Gate, and now Su Mohan might even dare to kill herself.

Upon hearing of the Supreme Heartless Technique, the Ancient Kylin suddenly understood, "I heard of this technique ten thousand years ago; there was a sect called the Heartless Sect that was quite renowned at the time. However, the sect had very few people and some who cultivated this technique even killed their masters. In the end, while powerful, they became unrecognizable to their kin.

This only creates a killing machine full of hatred! It is hard to say if they are even human.

If you truly know this white-haired woman, you should let her cultivate other techniques as soon as possible."

Ren Feifan nodded, with a look of deep meaning, hoping to encounter Su Mohan on the road to the extreme north. noveldrama

Just then, Ren Feifan heard the neighboring table discussing the female demon.

A sword cultivator with a longsword on his back took a bite of a peanut, complaining, "Damn it, it’s infuriating. Yesterday, our group set up a formation to deal with the female demon, already injuring her, yet she escaped using a secret technique. We’ve initiated a carpet search in the past few days, but still haven’t found where she’s hiding."

Another man, wrapped in bandages, also grumbled angrily, "You wouldn’t believe it, I had such bad luck, look, my wounds haven’t healed yet. The female demon’s swordsmanship is truly exceptional; what’s worse is that each strike carries an icy attribute—getting struck is a nightmare! As for her whereabouts, I just heard she is at Shuihe Mountain..."

The sword cultivator took a sip of wine, menacingly saying, "Shuihe Mountain, huh... If I catch that wench, I’ll strip her and stab her till she’s dead or alive! But speaking of which, didn’t the Starry Sky Observatory already mostly determine her location? Just follow them tomorrow, who knows, maybe contribute a bit and get some share in the spoils."

At this point, the two laughed heartily and continued drinking.

Ren Feifan stood up, took a few steps, and immediately sat next to the sword cultivator.

He cupped his hands and said, "Gentlemen, I heard you’re going after the female demon tomorrow? Could I join you? That female demon is utterly evil, slaughtering my entire family. If I don’t avenge them, my heart’s anger cannot be quelled!"

The sword cultivator immediately slapped the table and chastised, "Outrageous! We’re only doing it for money, but that female demon wiped out your family! Tomorrow morning, you can follow me, Wang Lin! Together, we’ll hunt down the female demon!"

Ren Feifan nodded, drank a cup of wine with them, and roughly understood the situation with Su Mohan.

Su Mohan had always been alone, yet for some unknown reason, went on a killing spree days ago, drawing the siege of powerful sect experts. Apparently injured, she hid in a mountain called Shuihe Mountain.

Tomorrow, a continuous stream of cultivators will enter the mountain for a thorough search to find Su Mohan!

You could say Su Mohan is in grave danger.

Though uncertain about the authenticity of this information, Shuihe Mountain is also a necessary stop on the way to the extreme north; seeing for himself wouldn’t waste much time.

After eating, the group went upstairs to rest.

Night falls.

Ren Feifan sat cross-legged on the bed, a drop of essence blood hovering above him.

The essence blood’s aura grew increasingly terrifying, capable of destroying the heavens and earth once erupted.

This drop of Forbidden God Asura Technique, Ren Feifan had been refining for ten days; once unleashed, its power would undoubtedly be strong.

Though unafraid of these practitioners, if Su Mohan truly opposed this group, he’d have no choice but to step in and help Su Mohan.

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Meanwhile, at the summit of Shuihe Mountain.

Here, the terrain is treacherous and incredibly steep, with corpses strewn everywhere along the path.

A white-haired woman sat cross-legged, surrounded by waves of icy cold.

The woman’s white hair cascaded like a waterfall, breathtakingly stunning. Her facial expression icy cold, her brows perfectly shaped, with brown eyes under long lashes exuding a repulsive icy light, yet hiding an inconspicuous sorrow. Her nose, high and narrow, exuded elegance with indifference.

The white-haired woman bit her bloodless lips, her face displaying a snow-like pallor.

Upon closer inspection, one could spot a hint of bloodstain at the corner of her mouth under the moonlight.

Soon, the nature’s spiritual energy flowed towards her entire body, and beside her stuck an icy longsword, emitting an intense coldness.

Within a hundred meters’ radius, the sky suddenly showered snowflakes!

This was the woman’s aura, biting cold to the bone!