Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 585

Chapter 585: Chapter 20: Old Friends in Yushui, Parting for Years

Yu Shui City, located in the Southern Continent of the Middle Ancient Realm.

In the entire Southern Continent region, it’s not a small city, but it’s not a big one either.

Here, nearly a hundred families, large and small, stand. Yet, only five can be considered prominent, causing pressure in people’s hearts.

These five families, in Yu Shui City, present a stance of five tigers contending, openly competing and secretly fighting for nearly a thousand years without determining a true ranking.

Gradually, the long-standing family ranking competition of the Middle Ancient land became their largest stage on the surface, used to determine the rankings among their five families.

However, in reality, the few years before each ranking competition begins are filled with unseen stormy battles, surging in the dark.

This day, it was already three days before the family ranking competition in Yu Shui City was set to start.

Three days later, this competition, symbolizing the leadership position of the entire Yu Shui City, would begin.

At that time, it would be Yu Shui City’s most bustling moment, as well as its most brutal.

Among the five great families, many young talents would emerge, dormant dragons soaring into the sky. Countless geniuses would also shed blood on the stage, sacrificing their lives for their family.

Wan, Tan, Jiang, Sheng, Le, the five families held a grand event, a massacre, becoming a topic of great interest in Yu Shui City.

That night, Yu Shui City fell into silence, all living things held their breath, waiting for three days hence.

Only one exception, the place of fireworks in Yu Shui City, the carefree den of indulgence, remained active.

In the quiet Yu Shui City, that place was ablaze with light, filled with melodious voices, enticing countless men to draw near.

That night, a heavy rain had just stopped, and the stone slabs of the streets still bore traces of water, reflecting the lanterns under the eaves.

Most of Yu Shui City had already plunged into darkness, only a small place remained illuminated by candle and lantern light.

The rows of red lanterns in the darkness served as guides, leading those craving pleasure step by step into the blossoms, enacting the tale of "dying beneath the peony, becoming a romantic ghost."

Suddenly, a paper lantern fell to the ground, soaked by the water on the stone slabs, extinguishing its flame.

All around, the light dimmed slightly, leaving only the red lantern under the eaves swaying in the wind.

A foot suddenly stepped on the broken lantern, adorned with an exquisite embroidered shoe, the gold-threaded upper embroidered with spiritually vibrant flowers.

Above the embroidered shoe, sheer silk floated, the ankle vaguely visible.

Just as the foot appeared, hurried footsteps and a commotion floated in from afar behind.

The owner of the embroidered shoe seemed to hesitate for a moment, then lightly tapped the broken lantern with the other foot and ran without hesitation into a nearby alleyway.

Her silhouette exuded determination, and the sheer, diaphanous clothing she wore on her body, rather than looking worldly, lent her an air of unreachable coldness.

In her flight for life, she was completely unaware that on the dark roof, a few cloaked figures stood.

They watched her escape into the dark.

Among them, the person at the forefront possessed a pair of clear eyes, seemingly devoid of emotion, yet also the most deeply emotional.

She watched the familiar figure leave, pursing her lips lightly.

"Mo Yang," she softly spoke.

Beside her, a person stepped forward, needing no further command, and immediately departed from the group, heading in the direction the woman had fled.

After he left, the owners of the chaotic noises also finally arrived at where the paper lantern had fallen.

"Damn girl! Dared to run? Wait till I catch you and see how I deal with you!" The leading man, his fist emanating deep purple spiritual power, clearly at the Purple Realm Peak in cultivation, spoke harshly.

His face was hideous and vicious, eyes filled with lewdness—a man who was clearly trouble.

Behind him were several others wielding crude clubs, wearing the same ferocious, evil grins, each with cultivation between Middle Rank and High Rank of the Purple Realm.

This group would likely be feared by ten thousand in Linchuan.

But here in the Middle Ancient Realm, their cultivation is merely the lowest tier of existence.

Thus, they are destined only to do some dirty, disgraceful work.

"Boss, there are two alleys here; which way did that girl run?" one of them asked, pointing to the two alleys.

This question made the leader frown, pondering deeply.

Another spoke, "That girl dared to hurt the Jiang family’s young master, if we don’t catch her, we’ll all suffer!"

"Hmph! Pretentious worthless thing! Does she really think she’s some virtuous maiden?" the leader bitterly said.

"Boss, the lantern fell here; she probably ran in this direction," another chimed in, pointing in the opposite direction of the woman’s escape to showcase his cleverness.

His words immediately gained approval from the others.

However, just as they were about to give chase, the leader raised his hand to stop them: "Wait! That bitch’s cultivation may be weak, but she’s somewhat cunning. This lantern’s fall could be a trick to lead us astray. We’ll chase in this direction!"

The leader surprisingly showed some analytical insight, guessing the woman’s path of escape.

At this time, their every move was observed by the group standing on the roof.

As they pursued the woman in the alley, the person on the roof suddenly uttered a single word, "Kill."

Her words had barely fallen when five cloaked individuals beside her descended from the roof like phantoms, silently appearing behind the group, raising their blades.

Swish, swish, swish—!

A few flashes of sword light, and before those men could even cry out, or see their attackers clearly, they silently fell in the alley.

After completing their task, the five returned to the person on the roof, guarding her in silence.

Once all was quiet again, the person encircled by the stars let out a slight sigh, uttering a long-unused name: "Qin Yiyao."

...

The woman fleeing desperately was unaware the crisis behind her had been resolved, unaware a shadow was silently following not far behind her.

She ran skillfully through the alleys of Yu Shui City, gradually leaving the area of red lanterns, entering a place of ruins and slanted walls.

Here was the shanty town of Yu Shui City, the slums. The home of the city’s lowest class residents.

In this place, there was a stench, filth everywhere.

It was a place people from the city’s families refused to step into.

Even when sudden events occurred requiring patrol and search, this area was deliberately overlooked.

Yet the woman, whose attire didn’t match here at all, showed no disdain for the filth, stepping on the messy stones and uneven ground, slipping through a broken wooden door.

Just as she entered, a shadow appeared at the door.

Mo Yang’s face was concealed by a wide cloak, only exposing a pair of steady eyes.

He stared at the wooden door, which couldn’t properly shut, his gaze flickering slightly, before he slipped into the yard, standing on an uneven patch of ground.

Sparse weeds grew on the ground, resembling unsightly bald patches.

Puddles of rainwater reflected the moonlight, adding a faint sparkle to the scene.

Mo Yang glanced around, a trace of incredulity in his eyes.

It seemed he couldn’t believe the woman lived in such an environment.

The flickering candlelight in the dilapidated cabin in front of them dispelled the darkness of the shabby courtyard and added some warmth.

The sudden candlelight made Mo Yang’s silhouette flicker as he appeared under the slanted eaves, pressing close to the rammed-earth wall, peering through the window that barely provided any cover.

The interior was extremely simple, with only a four-cornered table with uneven edges.

The oil lamp was placed on top of the square table.

Mo Yang silently surveyed the place and discovered that behind the square table stood an old cabinet, and on the side closer to the cabinet, a corner of a bed was exposed.

Qin Yiyao, the once-glorious princess of Qin Country, stood in front of the square table at this moment.

She lit the oil lamp and did not notice anyone was secretly watching her; nor did she change out of the sheer and revealing gauze dress she wore, instead walking with her back to Mo Yang towards the bed.

Mo Yang pressed his face closer, allowing him to see more of the bed.

The bedding on the bed had yellowed and bulged slightly, as if covering something.

Suddenly, Qin Yiyao’s voice floated out from the room—

She seemed to be talking to someone.

"Tonight, I avenged you. Jiang Tianyi hurt you like this, and I’ve killed him for you. Can you rest in peace now? You didn’t save my life in vain." Qin Yiyao’s words were calm, a calmness that seemed to have been bred from countless despair.

Even though the words she spoke were rich with emotional undertones, the calm tone somehow dulled the sincerity of her emotions somewhat.

As if the person speaking these words was cold-hearted and ruthless, and what she did was merely an equitable trade: you saved my life, and I avenged you.

Such a Qin Yiyao was unfamiliar to Mo Yang. He struggled to associate the woman before him with his impression of Princess Changle, yet he could never succeed.

Mo Yang slightly frowned, wanting to know who was worth such risks to the princess.

Having tracked her, Mo Yang already discovered that Qin Yiyao’s cultivation was only at Blue Realm Peak. Someone who isn’t even in the Purple Realm unexpectedly appeared in the Middle Ancient Realm and even appeared in such a place of debauchery.

Moreover, from what she said, it let him know that Qin Yiyao seemed to have killed a rather significant person tonight.

’Jiang Tianyi’, Mo Yang did not miss the name uttered in Qin Yiyao’s words. This name was not one he heard for the first time; on his first day in Yu Shui City, he already knew that the owner of this name was the second son of the Jiang Family, one of the Five Great Families in Yu Shui City.

Qin Yiyao actually killed Jiang Tianyi?

Upon hearing this news, Mo Yang’s first reaction was to immediately inform the little Lord, to prevent this sudden event from affecting the little Lord’s entire plan.

However, the situation on Qin Yiyao’s side was yet unclear, and he could not leave immediately.

Mo Yang’s gaze flickered slightly as he continued to observe the movements of Qin Yiyao in the house.

It seemed that Qin Yiyao had finished her conversation with whoever was on the bed. She stood up and walked towards the cabinet. Opening the cabinet door, she took out a bundle she had long prepared.

Then, she took out a set of ordinary clothes and got ready to change.

Seeing this, Mo Yang could only temporarily shift his gaze, avoiding the awkward scene inside.

After a rustling sound came from the room, it fell silent.

Mo Yang furrowed his brows and peeked through the window once again. He cautiously tested the view, fearing he might see something inappropriate. When he saw the room’s scene again, he quietly exhaled in relief.

Qin Yiyao had transformed into a handsome young servant. She donned a cap on her head and slung the bundle diagonally over her shoulder, then glanced at the person on the bed one last time and said, "I’m sorry, but I have to leave."

This sentence had clearly expressed her attitude.

She had repaid the debt of gratitude to the person on the bed. Yet, having avenged the person on the bed, she had to flee Yu Shui City quickly before the Jiang Family could act.

So, she could only apologize to the person on the bed. The life and death of the person on the bed no longer concerned her!

Qin Yiyao blew out the oil lamp, opened the door again, and ran out.

Mo Yang concealed his aura, hidden in the darkness, not worried at all about being discovered by Qin Yiyao.

And indeed, Qin Yiyao did not detect anything unusual, only quickly leaving the rundown courtyard.

After she left, Mo Yang thought for a moment and then slipped into the cabin, heading directly to the bed. Approaching the bed, illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from outside, Mo Yang saw the person lying on the bed clearly...

His eyes suddenly contracted, shock appearing in his gaze.

The being lying on the bed before him could no longer be called a ’person’; all her limbs were amputated, leaving only her head and torso.

On that face, scarred deeply, one could barely discern that the person once was a beauty.

At that moment, she was staring wide-eyed at Mo Yang with eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness, even despair.

For a moment, Mo Yang could not discern whether the hatred in her eyes was directed towards her enemy, Jiang Tianyi, or towards Qin Yiyao, who left her here to die.

He just noticed that after he appeared, a glimmer of hope lit up in the eyes of this silent woman.

She opened her mouth as if trying to plead for help from Mo Yang, but no sound came out; instead, Mo Yang realized that her tongue had been cut out.

Mo Yang ignored the hope and plea in her eyes; he was no saint and had no obligation to act.

He glanced at the woman on the bed, then drew his blade, and with a flash, left a dot of vermillion between her brows. The hope in the woman’s eyes completely dispersed.

Perhaps death at this moment was the greatest help to the woman.

After finishing, Mo Yang swiftly left the room. Yet, after a round in the ’slums’, he discovered he had lost track of Qin Yiyao’s trail; her presence seemed to vanish suddenly.

’What’s going on?’ Mo Yang stood on the dirty ground, furrowing his brows.

...

In the darkness, a massive Spiritual Beast Car roamed the streets and alleys of Yu Shui City like a ghost.

Whenever it spotted some ’wandering souls’ left alone at night, it would extend a giant claw, grasp them by the shoulders when they were unguarded, swiftly pull them into the car, and then leave as if nothing had happened, isolating all auras.

The space inside this carriage was vast, yet suffocating and oppressive.

It was filled with many people, both men and women, all very young. Once captured onto the car, it wasn’t long before they fell into a drowsy sleep. The hideous beast heads embedded in the walls constantly emitted wisps of smoke, seeming to have a ’hypnotic’ effect.

Qin Yiyao fell into the carriage, her shoulder faintly aching.

The sudden event plunged her heart into utter despair.

She wanted to escape here, yet had fallen into a new tiger’s den? Her eyes gleamed with a hint of despair, but quickly reignited with the will to survive.

Billowing smoke coiled around her on all sides; she felt an unprecedented drowsiness creeping over her, unable to resist this biological urge.

’I can’t sleep! I can’t sleep! I have to escape!’ she continually commanded herself, but ultimately fell against the carriage floor, her heavy eyelids closing.

After she lost consciousness, the carriage door opened once more, and another slender figure was thrown inside, landing beside her...

The ghostly carriage roved about Yu Shui City with phantom-like stealth, while Mo Yang was also searching for Qin Yiyao’s traces.

He was puzzled as per Qin Yiyao’s pace, it shouldn’t have been possible for her to completely vanish from his senses in such a short time. Yet, this seemingly impossible event just happened.

The sound of wheels slowly approached from afar, drawing near.

Mo Yang immediately concealed himself, silently hiding in the shadows.

Just as he finished hiding, he discovered a massive Spiritual Beast Car cutting through the dense fog, gradually approaching under the heavy night.

The beasts pulling the carriage had their eyes covered, with bells hanging from their ears. A thin string was tied to the bells, seemingly guiding the route solely by the sound.

The entire body of the carriage was tightly sealed, looking window- and door-less, with strange and mysterious totems carved upon it.

The sudden appearance of such a bizarre Spiritual Beast Car, roaming the streets and alleys of Yu Shui City at this hour, aroused Mo Yang’s curiosity.

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