The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

Chapter 645: Chapter 645: Who says the dead cannot be resurrected?
 

After finding out the location of Ma Chuxia’s body, Huang Xiaolong hung up the phone. Despite the surge of anger in his heart, he had already foreseen this particular disaster for Ma Chuxia.

Furthermore, he was the person who was to resolve this disaster.

Having prepared himself mentally beforehand, Huang Xiaolong remained unruffled.

At this time, Xia Ying, Miao Erfang, and Zhou Mi were all by Huang Xiaolong’s side.

“That… that goddess… is she… is she truly… truly gone?” Miao Erfang was frightened. “Master Long, you are indeed a wise predictor, with impeccable foresight.”

“She is dead.” Huang Xiaolong responded indifferently.

“Ah~~ such a beautiful lady, it’s a pity she’s dead.” Zhou Mi expressed, her face full of regret.

“Haven’t I said before? Even if a person is dead, I can still revive them.” Huang Xiaolong smiled confidently. “Let’s go. Hurry up.”

Xia Ying also agreed. “Little Long, I’ll go with you.”

They set off in their car to the headquarters of the Taoist Society in Dong’an.

This place was a unique country house in the suburbs, surrounded by lush green hills and clear waters.

With Huang Xiaolong’s tremendous driving skills, it took less than half an hour to arrive at the manor.

The atmosphere within the manor was extremely gloomy, radiating a sense of sorrow from every corner.

A group of senior members from the Taoist Society, who had been waiting for some time, led Huang Xiaolong to the spot where Ma Chuxia’s body was kept as soon as he parked his car.

Now, with Ma Chuxia’s death, the Taoist Society was like a dragon without a head. This power was now inevitably going to be swallowed by other major forces.

Upon entering the mansion, one could see that many members of the Taoist Society had arrived. Their creased foreheads and jittery hearts made it seem as if their backbones had been removed.

Ma Chuxia was adept in Taoist magic and was also revered as a Grandmaster, serving as the spiritual pillar of the Taoist Society. Her death was no doubt a tremendous blow to the society.

“Master… Ah~~~” The old Taoist who had called Huang Xiaolong earlier had swollen red eyes. The resentment and bitterness in his eyes were beyond description. “Master, before… before the president passed away, she left… left a message for us…”

“Hmm? What kind of message?” Huang Xiaolong laughed.

“The president said that from now on, the Taoist Society will be managed by you, Master Huang Xiaolong… we must all follow your orders. We are at your command.” Several key members of the society said in unison.

So, just before her death, Ma Chuxia had entrusted the Taoist Society to Huang Xiaolong.

“The president said she was struck by your amazing Taoist skills. She hoped that you could fulfill her wish and prevent the Ma Family’s years of hard work from dissipating. She didn’t want them to eventually become prey to the powerful. All the wealth and resources of the Taoist Society should be managed and allocated by you, Master.” said the crying old Taoist.

“Oh, that’s too troublesome. I’m too lazy to handle it. Let my little wife manage it in the future. I’ll just manage her.” Huang Xiaolong chuckled.

The senior members did not object to this.

Although they knew Huang Xiaolong’s Taoist magic was extraordinary, no one throughout history had ever been able to revive the dead.

The best outcome for now was indeed Huang Xiaolong taking over the Taoist Society.

Shortly after, they arrived at a large hall.

The hall was surrounded by many Taoist priests and nuns.

Lying on a wooden bed, covered with a white cloth, was a lifeless woman.

“Ah~~~ Love has always brought sadness, and it’s more unbearable in autumn. Where am I when I wake up tonight? Yangliu Riverside, the remaining moon under the morning wind. It seems the beautiful times were all in vain. Even with a thousand kinds of sentimentality, who else can I share it with?” At this moment, a man’s voice recited a melancholic poem.

Huang Xiaolong turned his head and saw a man of about the same age as Ma Chuxia, dressed in Armani casual wear. A strong flow of Taoist power emerged from his body, his gaze was cold and complacent, giving off a sense of overwhelming arrogance.

But he just had a horse-like face, hardly handsome.

“Eh? Who’s this guy? I haven’t seen him at the Metaphysics Assembly before… His Dao force is quite comparable to that of my little wife’s. Just that he hasn’t practiced ancient martial arts.” Huang Xiaolong was slightly stunned.

Without exaggeration, Ma Chuxia’s Taoist techniques would definitely be inferior to Huang Xiaolong’s, without any room for struggle or resistance. But compared to the other Taoists in Huaxia, she was already among the best.

And this man reciting poems in front of him, his Dao force was actually equivalent to Ma Chuxia’s, he couldn’t possibly be a nobody, could he?

“Master, his name is ‘Zhuo Lengzhou’. The Zhuo Family, since ancient times, just like the Ma family, is a family that has inherited the Daoist techniques. Hundreds of years ago, there was the saying of ‘southern Zhuo, northern Ma’. It could be said that back then, the Zhuo Family and the Ma Family were on par. Both families have some enmity and entanglement. Later on, the Zhuo Family gradually declined but the Ma Family flourished and even established the Metaphysics Assembly. The two families made an agreement. Each generation’s successors have to compete in Dao force. Mainly, the descendants of the Zhuo Family challenge the descendants of the Ma family. If the descendants of the Zhuo Family can win, then… the Ma Family will have to admit defeat, and if the Ma Family’s head is female, and the current successor of the Zhuo Family is male, then the two shall marry… For the many years the feud has been ongoing, the Ma family has won every fight, and each generation of challenge from the Zhuo family’s heirs has ended in failure. However, it is said that this generation’s heir of the Zhuo Family, Zhuo Lengzhou, has extraordinary Daoist techniques, a genius among geniuses, has emerged with a great momentum…”

“Originally, Madam President Ma Chuxia had arranged to duel with Zhuo Lengzhou, the heir of the Zhuo family today, to settle the grudge between the two families but… but… this happened… sigh~~~”

“Oh, in other words, this horse-faced man came to challenge my little wife today, and if he won, he would have to marry my little wife?” Huang Xiaolong was slightly angry.

“Yes… that’s right~~~” the old Taoist said sadly.

At this time, Zhuo Lengzhou arrogantly said. “I didn’t expect that Madam President Ma Chuxia had passed away. Everyone, death is irreversible, please grieve appropriately. The heavens are jealous of the talented, truly jealous.”

With these words, the hall was filled with sobbing sounds, like a sea of sorrow.

Suddenly, Zhuo Lengzhou’s tone changed, “However, the feud between the Zhuo and the Ma families cannot be left unsettled! Since President Ma Chuxia has passed away, I hope that the Metaphysics Assembly will send another representative to duel with me! If I’m fortunate enough to win, then, the Metaphysics Assembly should belong to me!”

In the midst of his speech, a greedy heat appeared in Zhuo Lengzhou’s eyes, full of ambition!

The hall was dead silent.

Everyone from the Metaphysics Assembly was looking at Zhuo Lengzhou with angry and dissatisfied eyes.

The old Taoist who had invited Huang Xiaolong in said angrily. “You are kicking someone when they’re down! Humph! Do you want to reap benefits without contributing anything?”

“Ha ha ha ha~~~~” Zhuo Lengzhou laughed wildly, “Not at all, not at all. Firstly, I have already said, the Metaphysics Assembly can send another person to duel with me, if I lose, I will leave without a word, this is a fair competition, I am not taking advantage. Secondly, even if Madam President Ma Chuxia hadn’t had an accident, if she lost to me, not only would she have to marry me as my wife, but the Metaphysics Assembly would also belong to me!”

“Enough of the pretentious talk! Who will replace Madam President Ma Chuxia and fight me in a duel? Step out!” Zhuo Lengzhou was indeed wildly arrogant.

“Wait~~” Huang Xiaolong stepped forward.

“You?” Zhuo Lengzhou laughed arrogantly, looking at Huang Xiaolong, his eyes full of disdain, as if he was looking at a worthless little character. “You are representing the Metaphysics Assembly and the late Madam President Ma Chuxia to fight me? However, I advise you to back off. If you want to compete with me in Daoist techniques, you are just humiliating yourself!”

Upon hearing this, the people of the Metaphysics Assembly looked at Zhuo Lengzhou with strange eyes.

Humiliating oneself?

Damn…who exactly is humiliating oneself?

Huang Xiaolong summoned the thunder, like a god, his Daoist techniques even exceeded Ma Chuxia’s by who knows how much, he was simply unfathomable.

It was unimaginable that this Zhuo Lengzhou was here, blatantly boasting.

He was simply an idiot!

Xia Ying, Zhou Mi, and Miao Erfang couldn’t help but smother their laughter!

They had some understanding of Huang Xiaolong. More often than not, the more arrogantly one acted in front of Huang Xiaolong, the harder they would be slapped in the end!

“Let’s put aside the matter of the duel for now. I’ll first resurrect my little wife.” Huang Xiaolong chuckled and starts to walk towards the bed where Ma Chuxia’s corpse was laid.

“Ha ha ha ha~~~ The person has been dead for almost an hour, you think you can revive her? Ha ha ha ha~~~~~~” Zhuo Lengzhou laughed uproariously, as if he’d heard the world’s most ridiculous joke.

“Who says the dead cannot be brought back to life?” Huang Xiaolong said earnestly.

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