Peerless Divine Doctor

"I didn’t expect that you would actually be part of the government sector, quite impressive indeed," Ling Qingya’s eyes looked at Ye Luo with a flicker of surprise.

"How about it? Now that you know your husband isn’t just an ordinary man, are you starting to worship me?" Ye Luo said with a mischievous smile.

"You really are full of yourself," Ling Qingya replied as she rolled her eyes at Ye Luo.

"By the way, you’ve crippled Qin Feng’s hands and that place—I’m afraid the Qin Family won’t let this slide. Should we contact President Qin to have her talk to the Qin Family?"

Ling Qingya suddenly thought of something and said with a hint of worry on her face.

"Don’t worry, if they dare to do anything, I’ll make them realize just how formidable Ye Luo is. They dared to bully my woman; not killing him was already giving face to Miss Qin," Ye Luo huffed coldly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

However, Ling Qingya’s eyes couldn’t help but fixate on Ye Luo, making him feel somewhat uneasy.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Ye Luo couldn’t help but ask.

"Do you have a thing for President Qin?" Ling Qingya suddenly blurted out.

Ye Luo’s expression shifted slightly, a flicker in his eyes as he said, "How could that be possible? Miss Qin and I are just friends, you’re overthinking it."

"Is that so? I think she doesn’t quite see it that way," Ling Qingya said, pursing her lips.

"Wow, I never noticed that our cold and noble CEO Ling is actually jealous, and the jealousy is so thick," Ye Luo teased as he enveloped Ling Qingya in his arms.

Ling Qingya’s face turned red, and she huffed, "As if I would be jealous over you! I’m warning you, don’t get involved with President Qin in any way. I don’t want rumors about my fiancé fooling around with other women, it would be Ling Qingya and the Ling Corporation that lose face."

"Yes, my dear wife, I will strictly adhere to your wishes," Ye Luo said earnestly.

"That’s more like it," Ling Qingya smiled slightly, the coldness on her face obviously disappearing, completely melted away by Ye Luo.

"You’ve made me all sweaty, I’m going to take a shower first," Ling Qingya said as she stood up, picking up a piece of clothing to cover herself before getting out of bed.

"I’ve already touched every part of your body, what’s there to cover?" Ye Luo said playfully.

Ling Qingya gave Ye Luo a shy glance with eyes full of embarrassment and quickly entered the bathroom, leaving Ye Luo with a relaxed smile on his face.

After, Ye Luo’s expression turned serious as he sat cross-legged on the bed to check his body. Ever since that incident on sunset Mountain with Shi Yanran and having absorbed most of her cold energy, Ye Luo hadn’t checked on his own condition.

"This cold energy is truly terrifying." When Ye Luo saw through his inner body how the third major death vein was completely cleared, and even the fourth was close to being clear, with only a little part left, he couldn’t help but feel astonished.

Each of the major death veins in his body needs an immense amount of energy to clear, yet by merely absorbing the cold energy from Shi Yanran’s body, he was nearly ready to clear the fourth major death vein.

Moreover, it had helped him to break through to the fourth level of the Nine Yang Mystic Art. The cold energy inside Shi Yanran’s body was certainly formidable, and he knew that he had only absorbed about half of it.

If he had absorbed all of Shi Yanran’s cold energy, there was a good chance that even his sixth major death vein could be opened directly.

Ye Luo had now reached the bottleneck of the Innate Middle Stage, and could have broken through to the Innate Late Stage at any time if he hadn’t been suppressing it.

With all his strength erupting, even without using any combat skills, he had no fear of any experts at the Innate Late Stage, and coupled with his peerless techniques, he could probably even contend against masters at the Innate Peak Stage.

Following that, Ye Luo began to examine the imprints of the cultivation techniques that had appeared in his mind when he made a breakthrough to the fourth layer of the Nine Yang Mystic Art.

Fiery Flame Divine Fist!

Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens!

Looking at the two supreme martial arts skills encoded in the imprints in his mind, Ye Luo’s expression became focused, revealing a delighted look.

Unexpectedly, the breakthrough to the fourth layer of the Nine Yang Mystic Art had granted him two supreme martial arts skills, and thereafter, he hurriedly began to examine these two techniques.

The Fiery Flame Divine Fist required converting one’s own True Qi into flames, eventually refining it into a series of punching attacks. It was composed of three punches, namely Earth-Splitting Fist, Sky-Shattering Fist, and Sun-Extinguishing Fist, each one more powerful than the last. When the three punches were combined, they culminated in the Fiery Flame Divine Fist, with a single punch capable of obliterating mountains and rivers!

Instantly, Ye Luo could sense the terrifying power of the Fiery Flame Divine Fist, and he had already been able to condense the Innate True Fire.

Previously, he had always used it for alchemy, but now he could fuse it with the Nine Yang True Qi to unleash attacks with the Fiery Flame Divine Fist to great complementary effect.

As for the Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens, it was an advanced version of the Wandering Dragon’s Hundred Steps. Once perfected, upon execution, one’s speed would be faster than that of the Wandering Dragon’s Hundred Steps. When mastered completely, one could even transform into a dragon to roam the nine heavens—an utterly terrifying thought.

It was unexpected that the Nine Yang Mystic Art had provided him with such powerful martial arts techniques. Once he mastered them all, he might have a good chance of contending against real Innate Peak Stage masters.

At this moment, Ye Luo couldn’t help but marvel at how extraordinary the Nine Yang Mystic Art was, containing so many mystical combat skills, and wondered where his master, that old man, had obtained it from—and how it suited him perfectly for cultivation.

Putting these thoughts aside for the moment, Ye Luo’s mind immersed itself in these two supreme techniques, beginning to understand their essentials, hoping to grasp them quickly to enhance his own strength.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Ling Qingya, having bathed, entered wrapped in a bath towel, her cascading hair still dripping with water, looking ethereal and immaculately pure, like a fairy fresh from her bath.

However, Ye Luo was currently engrossed in comprehending the two martial skills and had not witnessed this beautiful post-bath scene.

Ling Qingya saw Ye Luo sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed and chose not to disturb him. Suddenly, her phone rang. She went to pick it up and saw that it was her father, Ling Huatao’s call.

"Hello, Dad? What’s the matter?"

"You are Ling Qingya, aren’t you?"

A sinister and eerie voice came through the phone, causing Ling Qingya’s complexion to change. She sharply demanded, "Who are you, and where is my father?"

"If you want to see your father, you and Ye Luo should come obediently to this place, or else you’ll only be able to see Ling Huatao’s corpse."

After giving an address, the creepy voice hung up the phone, and when Ling Qingya tried to call back, no one answered.