362: Xinrou and Xinyi arrive

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and three days had gone by.

This day, Yang Lingchen was seeing patients when a middle-aged man with a chilling Aura suddenly walked in.

The person who arrived was none other than the Eighth Elder of Wuya Palace, Sang Nan.

"You must be Yang Lingchen."

Sang Nan's tone was extremely cold and gave off a feeling of extreme danger, causing Zhou Sihan, who was standing nearby, to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.

"I am indeed Yang Lingchen. I wonder, are you here to have your brain treated, or your limbs?"

Yang Lingchen smiled slightly, a gentle, spring-breeze-like smile appearing on his Face.

"You ignorant thing, how dare you be so arrogant in front of this seat."

A fierce look flashed in Sang Nan's eyes, and he immediately clawed towards Yang Lingchen's neck.

"It seems there is something wrong with your hand. In that case, I will treat your hand first."

Yang Lingchen sneered, cold light blazing in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he smashed down with his staff.

The sharp staff energy carried a dazzling light, and in an instant, it slammed into Sang Nan's wrist.

"Crack..."

"Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

Following the sound of breaking bones, Sang Nan let out a miserable scream as his wrist was smashed to pieces on the spot.

"Little Bastard, go to hell!"

Sang Nan gritted his teeth against the pain, shouted fiercely, raised his leg, and delivered a sweep towards Yang Lingchen's temple.

"Oh? It seems this leg of yours needs treatment too."

A wicked arc appeared at the corner of Yang Lingchen's mouth. He swung the heaven-reaching staff instantly, carrying a sharp Aura, and lashed out towards Sang Nan's right leg.

"Crack..."

"Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

Accompanied by the sound of bone breaking, Sang Nan let out another pig-like howl as his right leg was also smashed to pieces by Yang Lingchen.

"Is there anywhere else that needs treatment?" Yang Lingchen sneered, his cold gaze fixed on Sang Nan.

"Little Bastard, just you wait. For today's grudge, I will surely make you die without a burial place in the future."

Sang Nan's Face was ferocious. He shouted, kicked off with his remaining leg, and his figure instantly flew out of Lingchen Medical Hall.

"You dare to spout harsh words when you are about to die."

A look of mockery flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes, and he instantly flung the heaven-reaching staff in his hand.

The heaven-reaching staff transformed into a beam of white light, instantly piercing through Sang Nan's back and shattering his heart into pieces.

"Little Bastard, how could you possibly be this strong?"

Sang Nan slowly turned his head, a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, before his pupils began to dilate and he slowly fell down.

"Holy crap, isn't Divine Doctor Yang a bit too fierce?"

"Yeah! That was the Eighth Elder of Wuya Palace, Sang Nan!"

"I had heard that Divine Doctor Yang's Cross-Rank Challenge ability was strong, but this is way too exaggerated! Sang Nan was an expert at the Seventh Layer of the Ancestral God Realm!"

"But I think Divine Doctor Yang is still too young and too impulsive. Wuya Palace is not an ordinary force!"

At this moment, outside Lingchen Medical Hall, the passing crowd all showed expressions of shock.

Even Zhou Wenhong was completely impressed by Yang Lingchen at this moment.

One must know that half a year ago, Yang Lingchen still had to rely on him for protection, but now, Yang Lingchen's strength had already far surpassed his own.

Yang Lingchen took the storage ring off Sang Nan's body, and as for the corpse, he directly incinerated it completely with a fire spirit technique.

Just at this moment, Yang Lingchen's sound transmission talisman vibrated. He quickly scanned it with his Divine Sense, and Shen Xinrou's urgent voice immediately came through.

"Yang Lingchen, my sister and I are at the gate of Heavenly Saint City. Someone is trying to harass us."

"Damn it."

Hearing Shen Xinrou's voice, a cold glint flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes, and then his figure turned into an afterimage, instantly flying towards the gate of Heavenly Saint City.

...

Heavenly Saint City, at the city gate.

At this moment, several men dressed in luxurious brocade robes were surrounding two identical, exquisite women.

These two identical, exquisite women were the sisters Shen Xinrou and Shen Xinyi.

After a period of fleeing, Shen Mingyang had finally escaped Chi Yaoer's pursuit, but he had fallen into a deep coma due to overusing a forbidden technique.

Therefore, the two sisters, Shen Xinrou and Shen Xinyi, could only put their father and brother into the secret treasure space and come to Heavenly Saint City to seek refuge with Yang Lingchen.

"What exactly do you want?" Shen Xinyi held her long sword and looked coldly at the man in the brocade robe.

"Don't be nervous, two beauties. I am Qin Shaoyang, and I just want to get to know the two of you." A young man with a rather handsome appearance spoke up.

"We don't want to get to know you. Go away." Shen Xinyi said coldly.

"Two beauties, I am Yan Junhao, the Young City Master of Heavenly Saint City."

Yan Junhao said with an arrogant Face: "You might not know who Young Master Qin is, so let This Young Master tell you! This Young Master Qin is the Second Young Master of the Qin Family from the Supreme Realm."

"Who are you? We have no interest in knowing. We are here to find Yang Lingchen."

Shen Xinrou, forced by necessity, could only bring up Yang Lingchen, hoping that his name could deter these people.

"Yang Lingchen? What a coincidence, This Young Master is also here to find Yang Lingchen. Why don't the two beauties come with This Young Master?" A glint flashed in Qin Shaoyang's eyes.

"Move aside, we don't want to go with you." Shen Xinyi said coldly. She could tell that the other party obviously didn't know Yang Lingchen.

"What is the relationship between the two beauties and Yang Lingchen?" Qin Shaoyang asked again.

"What does that have to do with you?"

Shen Xinyi snapped. Her father was seriously injured and urgently needed treatment from Yang Lingchen, so she was in a very bad mood.

"Since the two beauties refuse to say, don't blame This Young Master for being impolite."

"Catch them, be careful, don't hurt them." Qin Shaoyang's mouth curled into a wicked smile.

He had come this time specifically for Yang Lingchen's Sword God Inheritance. He hadn't expected to encounter such a pair of stunning beauties. As a veteran in the field of romance, he naturally wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass.

"Yes, Young Master." Two maidservants at the Ancestral God Realm stepped out from behind Qin Shaoyang.

"Sister, what do we do?" Shen Xinrou asked nervously.

"Don't be afraid, Yang Lingchen should be here soon." Shen Xinyi comforted her.

"Two Young Misses, offense taken."

After the two maidservants finished speaking, they reached out from left and right to grab Shen Xinyi and her sister.

"You're courting death."

Just at this moment, a heaven-shaking roar came from inside the city.

Then, a sharp Sword Qi descended from the sky, carrying an Aura capable of destroying everything, and instantly slashed onto the two maidservants.

"Bang...!"

As the Sword Qi swept past, the bodies of the two maidservants instantly turned into a mist of blood, dissipating into the air.

"Whoosh..."

With a whoosh, Yang Lingchen's figure suddenly appeared, landing directly in front of Shen Xinyi and her sister.

"Xinyi, Xinrou, why are you here?" Yang Lingchen asked with a smile.

"You jerk, did you not want us anymore?" Shen Xinrou and Shen Xinyi, the two sisters, threw themselves directly into Yang Lingchen's arms and lightly pounded on him.

"How could that be?" Yang Lingchen gently stroked the backs of the two sisters and comforted them.

Seeing the Shen sisters throw themselves into Yang Lingchen's arms, Qin Shaoyang's eyes gradually darkened.

"Yang Lingchen, you have some nerve, daring to kill Young Master Qin's maidservants." At this time, Yan Junhao stood out, pointed at Yang Lingchen, and scolded.

"Swish!"

A fierce look flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes, and he immediately waved his hand, sending out a slash of sword light. This sword light was like a lightning bolt, instantly severing the arm that Yan Junhao had extended.

"Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

"Yang Lingchen, you actually dared to cripple This Young Master's arm." Yan Junhao screamed, looking at Yang Lingchen with venomous eyes.

"For the sake of your father, I will spare your dog life. Say one more word, and don't blame me for being impolite."

Yang Lingchen's cold eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, giving people a sense of oppression that made them dare not look directly at him.

"You...!" Yan Junhao stopped talking, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, and then slowly retreated to the side.

He knew that if he said one more word, Yang Lingchen might very well kill him.