Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 1005 - 1003: He, Returned (4 More)

Moku continued: "Even without mentioning the future invasion of the Extraterrestrial Celestial Species Clan, just look at the present. Over at the Fierce Domain, the Monster Beast Clan is already restless. Over the past six months, both the Buddha Domain and the Fierce Domain have experienced thirteen occurrences of the Purple Spirit Sun Rising. While the Buddha Domain has been rapidly rising, the Fierce Domain hasn’t remained idle either. Whether it’s us, or our disciples, anyone born in the Buddha Domain must ultimately face their destiny—the Three Great Battlefields, standing against those terrifying demon beasts. It is equally cruel and merciless. Haha... When that time comes, will any of you still cherish and protect your disciples?"

"I agree!" Zhang Danhe gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

Star Master hesitated briefly before nodding.

Elderly Hun Qing shook her head: "I disagree."

"I agree as well!" Wan Tonghai also gritted his teeth and nodded.

Moku chuckled: "In that case, myself, Brother Xing, Brother Zhang, Brother Wan—we four are in agreement. A 4:2 decision. Then it’s settled: the format of this year’s Sect Competition will be the Evil Sea Cage!!"

With the determination of this year’s Sect Competition format, an icy chill descended upon the Martial Training Field.

Many couldn’t help but shrink their necks.

The thought alone made them shiver.

The Evil Sea Cage! This kind of survival competition! It’s really going to happen?!

Incredible tension swept across the faces of many contestants such as Ji Yueqing, Xuu Chi, Ye Zhihen, Helian Sha, Dong Shenxu, and others.

Nalan Qingcheng looked grave as well.

It was at this very moment.

Suddenly, something completely unexpected happened...

"Senior Mo... Mo... Mo, young disciple Zhang Ku has something to say." The Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect disciple Zhang Ku abruptly spoke up.

Following this:

"Senior Mo, young disciple Li Yao has something to say."

"Young disciple Song Ming has something to say."

"Young disciple Fang Chen has something to say."

......

Zhang Ku, Song Ming, Li Yao, Fang Chen, along with Nalan Qingcheng, were all disciples participating in this year’s Sect Competition as representatives of the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect.

At this moment, aside from Nalan Qingcheng, Zhang Ku and the other four all spoke up.

The most shocking part was that all four knelt down!!! Respectfully kowtowing toward Moku!

This scene left Nalan Qingcheng, Sheng Yingkun, Yuu Tianyi, Yun Xi, and everyone else utterly astonished. It happened so strangely, so absurdly.

In an instant, all eyes gathered on Zhang Ku and the others, stretching across the entire Martial Training Field.

"Oh? What do you have to say?" Moku raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, and asked indifferently.

"Senior Mo. We, the four disciples, wish to leave the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect and join the Blood Demon Palace. Even if it’s only as servant disciples, we are willing. We humbly ask Senior Mo for your mercy." Zhang Ku gritted his teeth and declared earnestly, finishing his plea with a heavy kowtow.

Bang, bang, bang...

Not just Zhang Ku, Li Yao, Song Ming, and Fang Chen all also kowtowed deeply.

When Zhang Ku’s words were spoken, a chilling silence spread across the Martial Training Field!!!

To... to think... they would betray their own sect? And during the Sect Competition, no less? What’s more, these four were the official representatives of the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect.

This...

Words couldn’t capture the shock and bewilderment!

In that instant, Sheng Yingkun’s body trembled violently, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he almost fainted from fury.

Yuu Tianyi and the other Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect elders likewise quivered uncontrollably, consumed with rage so potent it bordered on madness. Some elders even had bloodshot eyes.

The actions of Zhang Ku and the others had utterly disgraced the millennia-old reputation of the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect in an instant!

From this point forward, they would be nothing but a laughingstock!

Betraying one’s sect was an unforgivable crime, intolerable in any circumstance.

And to betray in such a manner?

"Brother Sheng, this is quite amusing. Your disciples truly are outstanding," Moku laughed heartily, smugly pleased. He was genuinely tempted to applaud Zhang Ku and the others; their actions had quite literally handed him the advantage on a silver platter.

Elderly Hun Qing, Zhang Danhe, Wan Tonghai, and Star Master all turned toward Sheng Yingkun, shaking their heads with disdain and ridicule...

One could only pity a sect that had fallen to such depths.

The disciples chosen to represent a sect for the Sect Competition were supposed to be the crème de la crème!!!

Yet, out of five delegates, four chose to defect on the spot and join the enemy sect. What’s more, they openly proclaimed their willingness to serve as servant disciples!

The situation was simply beyond words.

Adding insult to injury, the sole representative who didn’t defect was Nalan Qingcheng, who had originally belonged to the Misty Soul Sect rather than the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect.

"Why do you seek to join the Blood Demon Palace? Has the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect treated you poorly?" Moku’s voice was tinged with curiosity as his playful smile grew wider.

"Senior Mo," Zhang Ku solemnly replied, "people aspire to higher places just as water flows to lower ones. The Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect is already a thing of the past; it doesn’t even deserve to be called a First-Rank Sect anymore. Naturally, we don’t wish to stay and perish alongside it."

"Most importantly, the sect elders and leadership have pinned all hopes on Su Chen, as if they’ve lost their minds!"

"In my opinion, Su Chen is nothing but a coward—a once lucky, now completely useless and insignificant piece of trash!"

"Yet the sect leadership stubbornly clings to fantasies of Su Chen returning to save and restore everything. It’s laughable, truly!"

"This sect has rotted from its very core. It has no future and awaits inevitable doom."

......

Moku nodded nonchalantly: "If that’s the case, I permit you to join the Blood Demon Palace. Yes, you shall start as servant disciples!"

Indeed, servant disciples!!!

In reality, given Zhang Ku and the others’ strength, joining the Blood Demon Palace would typically merit positions as True Disciples.

But Moku deliberately chose this outcome.

It was meant as a direct insult to Sheng Yingkun.

As for how Zhang Ku and the others felt about it—irrelevant. The Blood Demon Palace held no shortage of individuals like Zhang Ku; mediocre abilities combined with the traitorous disposition hardly made them worth much.

Initially stunned, Zhang Ku and the others felt a mix of shock and outrage, followed by regret and fear.

But at this juncture, retreat was impossible. Turning back would mean incurring the wrath of both the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect and the Blood Demon Palace—essentially courting death.

Thus.

They could only accept.

Under the watchful eyes of all present:

Zhang Ku and the others kowtowed heavily once more: "Thank you, Senior Mo, for taking us in. We feel deeply honored."

"Hahaha..." Moku burst into hearty laughter, his gaze shifting to Sheng Yingkun: "Brother Sheng, your finest disciples have joined my Blood Demon Palace, yet can only start as servant disciples. Surely you have no objections?"

More humiliation!!!

Relentless humiliation toward Sheng Yingkun.

In that moment, Sheng Yingkun seethed with rage, teetering on the edge of losing control, the immense shame and indignation within threatening to burn him alive.

He bit down hard on his tongue, forcing himself to remain calm—he had to stay composed at all costs.

"Brother Sheng, why aren’t you speaking?" Moku teased with mock concern: "Could it be that you actually harbor objections? Your sect’s delegates have defected to my Blood Demon Palace, leaving you essentially without participants for today’s Sect Competition. What a pity."

It was then.

Suddenly.

In the air near Sheng Yingkun’s position, a faint ripple, a slight stirring appeared.

And then.

A figure materialized quietly from the air.

A familiar figure to all present.

An aloof figure.

Su Chen!

It was Su Chen!

Su Chen stood calmly amidst the ripples of air, his gaze tranquil and enigmatic, as if he were an apparition. He lifted his eyes, looking deeply at Moku but said nothing. Then, he turned to Sheng Yingkun, bowing slightly: "Master, I have returned."

At that instant.

A collective uproar overtook the Martial Training Field.

No one had anticipated Su Chen’s abrupt and dramatic arrival. He returned—to everyone’s astonishment, stealthily and without warning, yet with eerie precision.

Moku, Zhang Danhe, Star Master, Wan Tonghai, Elderly Hun Qing, Dong Shenxu, Helian Sha, Ji Yueqing, Xuu Chi, and countless others all froze, their eyes locked onto Su Chen.

First came shock, then curiosity, followed by some fear; eventually, amusement, mockery, and even relief settled in...

Before Sheng Yingkun could speak, Moku interjected with a sneer: "Su Chen!? Oh? Finished with your secluded cultivation? Haha... Impressive, you’ve reached the Eighth Layer of the Ancestral Saint Realm. Your talent truly is extraordinary; progress indeed!"

His words carried feigned praise, but his disdain was transparent.

He emphasized the words "extraordinary talent and progress" with exaggerated weight.

Ancestral Saint Realm - Eighth Layer! Even if Su Chen were capable of fighting far beyond his realm, it was implausible for him to contend against Martial Cultivators of the Origin Domination Realm.

As he expected.

Over the past six months, due to the effects of Purple Spirit Sun Rising, Su Chen had fallen behind, left in the dust.

Especially glaring was the absence of a Purple Divine Mark on Su Chen’s forehead, rendering him entirely obsolete.

"Master, is this Su Chen? The so-called ’first genius of the Buddha Domain’?" From afar, Ji Yueqing turned toward Elderly Hun Qing, her disdainful laughter laced with exaggeration: "Master, is he a fraud? He seems utterly pathetic—Ancestral Saint Realm, Eighth Layer, haha..."

"He can fight far beyond his level!" Elderly Hun Qing’s voice held an icy malice as she glanced darkly at Su Chen: "Don’t underestimate him."

"Master, outclass fighting isn’t exclusive to him. I can do it too." Ji Yueqing’s beautiful face carried pride as she lifted a finger, her bright eyes gleaming: "One move!!! If he withstands one move of my soul technique, I’ll concede defeat!"

"Su-boy, you..." Sheng Yingkun finally found his voice, a mix of excitement and unease swirling within him. He had many questions, but now wasn’t the time.

He felt hopeful yet worried. Su Chen had progressed, but could he still claim the title of Buddha Domain’s "number one"? Could he contend against Ji Yueqing, Xuu Chi, Ye Zhihen, and others? Sheng Yingkun couldn’t be sure.

The major upheaval caused by Purple Spirit Sun Rising had reshaped the Buddha Domain entirely; the competitive landscape was now uncertain!

"Master, leave the Sect Competition to me." Su Chen said casually, his tone neither emotional nor forceful—just calm, as if making small talk.

As he spoke, Su Chen turned toward Nalan Qingcheng: "Qingcheng, withdraw from the Sect Competition as well. I’ll handle it alone."

The Evil Sea Cage would be far too dangerous for Nalan Qingcheng, potentially fatal!!! Of this, Su Chen was certain!

Moments earlier, while merging into the air and observing the surrounding events, he had gleaned enough details about the Evil Sea Cage from Moku’s remarks to make this judgment.

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"Alright!" Without the slightest hesitation or deliberation, Nalan Qingcheng nodded.

Whatever Brother Su said was law for her. She knew he acted in her best interest, and she trusted him entirely.

In that moment, Nalan Qingcheng’s gaze softened as she looked at Su Chen, her eyes filled with warmth and boundless affection. The absolute beauty of her face was illuminated by a blend of happiness, comfort, and anticipation, stunning in its radiance and leaving the world dim by comparison.

Next moment.

Su Chen turned his attention, his gaze sweeping over Moku, Elderly Hun Qing, Wan Tonghai, and others with serene indifference as though they were strangers: "Can the Sect Competition begin now?!"

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