The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 851 - You Have a Strange Smell on You

Chapter 851: Chapter 851: You Have a Strange Smell on You

Chapter 851 -851: You Have a Strange Smell on You

Huang Xiaolong, accompanied by his wives, embarked on their return journey the way they had come.

After reuniting with Meng Zhuang, Ying Qiulian, and others, Meng Zhuang’s brothers’ injuries had also stabilized.

Following a brief exchange, Huang Xiaolong and the others parted ways with the mausoleum guardians.

Back on the surface, they were greeted by a brilliantly sunny afternoon, and the fresh air swept away the fatigue from Huang Xiaolong and the others’ bodies and spirits.

“Hahaha~~ The outside truly is more comfortable,” Huang Xiaolong said as he stretched lazily. “That underground mausoleum was way too stuffy. Just this once, I won’t come again; it wasn’t fun at all.”

Ma Chuxia couldn’t help but smile. “Little Long, don’t act coy after taking advantage. Our trip to Emperor Qin’s mausoleum this time has made you a fortune… Not to mention that mysterious black knife, the twelve golden men, and the Immortal Pills of Immortality… Tsk tsk, those are all legendary treasures.”

“Hehe~~” Huang Xiaolong chuckled. “Speaking of the Immortal Pills, I have six here, who wants them?”

No sooner had he spoken than Ma Chuxia and Feng Hanyan, among others, shook their heads in unison.

Even Ying Aoshan blurted out, “Pfft~~ Little Long, who would want that thing? Aoshan wants to bear your children in the future, to be a good wife and mother at home…”

Having said that, Ying Aoshan suddenly realized she might have spoken out of turn and lowered her blushing face.

“Since none of you want them, I’ll just have to keep them,” Huang Xiaolong said with a giggle, “Let’s get going.”

Immediately after, everyone boarded a plane, left Shaanxi Province, and returned to Binhai.

Back at the Dragon Villa, Lin Jing and the other wives who had stayed behind held a banquet to welcome Huang Xiaolong back.

During the banquet, Sun Wei, Zhou Mi, Miao Erfang, and others bombarded Huang Xiaolong with questions about his adventure in Emperor Qin’s mausoleum. Animated by Shirley’s embellishments, everyone listened with bated breath, transported by the tales.

In the days that followed, Huang Xiaolong spent a fortune and leveraged the connections of Huaxia’s top ten ancient martial arts families to acquire a vast quantity of natural jade.

He then buried these jades within the Dragon Villa, setting up a large Formation.

This Formation had an immensely strong defense; after all, Huang Xiaolong had offended not a few, including the mysterious Taotie demon and Xu Fu, Great Qin’s number one magician. Amongst potential enemies was also the Crown Prince of the Yin Tribe… Therefore, Huang Xiaolong had to ensure the absolute protection of his lair, the Dragon Villa.

Moreover, the countless precious jades made the entire Dragon Villa abundantly rich in Spiritual Energy, granting extraordinary advantages to those cultivating martial arts or Taoist magic.

One evening, Huang Xiaolong refined the Tai’a Sword into a simple flying sword and gave it to Ma Chuxia. He then rigorously explained a Cultivation Technique for maneuvering the flying sword and imparted it to Ma Chuxia.

Sitting cross-legged, Ma Chuxia channeled the incantations, and the flying sword exuded a blue glow, circling her and slicing the air into shreds, hissing as it moved.

The flying sword seemed to possess its own intelligence, constantly absorbing nature’s spiritual energy just like a Martial Artist would during cultivation.

“Little wife, with this flying sword, hunting demons and catching ghosts will be much easier for you,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. “In ancient times, Taoists caught ghosts with flying swords. It’s just that in modern society, the art of refining and using flying swords has all but disappeared.”

“Little Long, I feel a deep connection with this flying sword; now, I’d even dare to contend with a Ghost King!” Ma Chuxia lifted her eyes to Huang Xiaolong, her gaze deep as the ocean with tender affection, almost bringing tears to her eyes.

After a moment, Ma Chuxia suddenly asked, “Little Long, I guess you’re about to leave Binhai to visit other cities, right?”

Having spent much time with Huang Xiaolong and being his most intimate woman, Ma Chuxia understood his nature well.

“Yes, little wife, I’m planning to leave Binhai to have some fun in other cities. Maybe I’ll even go abroad,” Huang Xiaolong nodded. “With Ying Kexin in Binhai, there are no fears for a thousand years. It is a peaceful land indeed, but for me, it’s become too monotonous.”

As he said this, Huang Xiaolong gazed out the window into the deep and peaceful night sky. “I still need to find the remaining black knives and, by the way, hunt down those Yin Tribe members lurking in the human realm.”

“Little Long, can I accompany you?” Ma Chuxia pleaded.

“Little wife, I intend to travel alone this time,” Huang Xiaolong said earnestly. “You stay in Binhai. I’m worried that Xu Fu might cause trouble; if he really dares to come, I will return immediately. Besides, the Formation I’ve set up in the Dragon Villa needs you to oversee it.”

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Leaving Ma Chuxia and Feng Hanyan behind in Binhai, along with others, was part of Huang Xiaolong’s plan to assist Ying Kexin in dealing with the possibility of Xu Fu sneaking into Binhai to stir up trouble.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong’s resolve, Ma Chuxia did not protest; she withdrew the flying sword back into her body.

Now, having cultivated a flawless body, Ma Chuxia could also house magical treasures within herself, an impressive feat.

Ma Chuxia slowly stood up, walked over to Huang Xiaolong, and from behind, wrapped her arms around his waist. In a seductive tone, she said, “Dear husband, let your little wife serve you well tonight…”

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The next day, Huang Xiaolong, alone, left Binhai.

Huang Xiaolong didn’t have any particular destination in mind; one could say he was aimless. Last night, after a glance at the map of Huaxia, he decided to go to — the capital of Shu province… Rong City.

Since ancient times, Rong City has been a land of plenty in Huaxia, with a prosperous populace and abundant resources, and is considered a place of outstanding people and spirit.

Moreover, Rong City also has a tradition of ancient martial arts. One of Huaxia’s top ten ancient martial arts families, the “Yu Family,” has its headquarters and ancestral home there.

Dressed in casual attire, Huang Xiaolong boarded a flight to Rong City.

Sitting leisurely on the plane, he admired the attractive flight attendants and occasionally enjoyed the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, making Huang Xiaolong’s mood very pleasant.

As there were few passengers on this flight, the seat next to Huang Xiaolong was empty.

Before long, suddenly, a wave of fragrance hit him!

He saw a fashionably dressed young woman with impressive looks and figure sit down beside him, her face full of surprise. “Eh?” Huang Xiaolong instinctively looked up.

The fashionably dressed woman had an elegant air about her, wearing a black business suit with a tight skirt and black stockings, her expression extremely excited. “Great… great… master… What a coincidence! Master! I didn’t expect to encounter you here!”

“Oh… I remember now, you’re that what’s-her-name, the big pop star’s manager, right?” Huang Xiaolong immediately recognized the dazzling woman sitting next to him as the manager of the love song queen and singer-songwriter “Zhao Bing” whom he had met previously in Bao City.

That time had also been very perilous, as Master Zhang’s disciple sought to craft a “Seven Evils Ghost,” requiring the collection of the souls of seven pure Yin life forms, and those seven had to be engaged in seven specific professions.

Unfortunately, Zhao Bing had become the last target of the wicked paths.

Lucky for her, Huang Xiaolong saw through the evil scheme, displayed his divine might, and saved Zhao Bing’s life. Otherwise, she probably wouldn’t have the chance to sing again.

“Ah! Yes, yes, yes, that’s right! Master, I can’t believe you remember me… I’m Bingbing’s manager, just call me ‘Ahuan.'” The manager called “Sister Ahuan” was so excited that she started to call out, leaning her voluptuous body against Huang Xiaolong.

Initially, Sister Ahuan had a strong aversion to Huang Xiaolong, but after encountering an evil ghost at the hotel that left her petrified with fear, Huang Xiaolong stepped forward at the critical moment and subdued the malevolent spirit. That scene had been deeply etched into her heart.

From that moment on, she regarded Huang Xiaolong as a living immortal, worshipping him in her heart.

Sometimes, Sister Ahuan thought, if she were ten or eight years younger, she would definitely pursue Huang Xiaolong, and even if she couldn’t win him over, being a one-night stand would be a blessing from her past life.

“Heh~~ nice to meet you, nice to meet you,” Huang Xiaolong replied indifferently.

“Master, what are you doing in Rong City?” Sister Ahuan asked obsequiously.

“Just hanging out,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.

“Ah~~ What fate! Master, our Bingbing is also in Rong City…” As she said this, Sister Ahuan’s eyes showed a trace of a startled expression. “Uh, master… it just so happens, I have something to ask of you…”

“What’s the matter?” Huang Xiaolong asked with a playful smile.

“Our Bingbing, she seems… she seems to have come into contact with something unclean, I don’t know if it’s a sequela from that time in Bao City,” Sister Ahuan said with a trembling voice. “Lately, she’s been sleepwalking every night, and… and… even imitating the cry of a fox, which is really scary…”

“Imitating the cry of a fox?” Huang Xiaolong was astonished.

Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong sniffed, then leaned in close, his nose almost touching Ahuan’s fair and slender neck as he sniffed again.

Startled by Huang Xiaolong’s sudden act, Sister Ahuan shivered, then the masculine scent drifting from Huang Xiaolong almost made her cry out. “Uh, master… I… I actually have something for you…”

“You have a smell on you.” Huang Xiaolong pulled back, pondered for a moment, then a spark flashed in his eyes.

“Perfume smell, right? That’s Chanel…” Sister Ahuan’s face turned red as she spoke softly. “Do you like it?”

“No, it smells awful,” Huang Xiaolong teased with a smile. “On you, there’s a musky stench… Hmm. Heh heh, interesting, really interesting…”

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