Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1539: Chapter 1539: Master’s Wife

He Wujie talked with the Nascent Soul Realm Expert for quite a while and finally extracted some useful information from him.

"The Wind Roc is expected to lay its eggs within these three to five days. However, during these days, the Wind Roc is at its most irritable. Unless you are a Martial Artist stronger than the Wind Roc, no one dares to approach it! Disciple, let’s find a spot and wait quietly!"

He Wujie whispered and walked with Fang Bai to a secluded spot, where they sat cross-legged, preparing to wait patiently for three to five days before joining the other martial artists to enter the mountains. noveldrama

The two of them, combined with the Puppet Corpse, could certainly battle an adult Wind Roc, but at this moment, they should not reveal their true strength to avoid attracting the united hostility of other experts.

In fact, besides the two of them, other martial artists present all had their own trump skills. But unless it was the critical moment to seize the Roc Egg laid by the Wind Roc, who would show their full strength?

There were thousands of martial artists present. However, the Wind Roc lays eggs only once every ten years, and each time it lays only five Roc Eggs. By then, for those five Roc Eggs, martial artists will surely use all their skills to see who can ultimately snatch an egg from beneath the Wind Roc’s watch.

In short, whether dealing with the Wind Roc or vying for the Roc Eggs, everything relies on strength, which is destined to be a battle among Nascent Soul Realm Experts, while Golden Pill Experts can only play a supporting role.

The hundreds of Nascent Soul Realm Experts present would not have expected that He Wujie, whose strength was not seen as outstanding among them, would actually be a low-key, reserved person who, once the big battle breaks out, would pose a serious threat to them.

Neither would anyone have expected that the "odd one" among them, who only had the strength of Foundation Establishment perfection, would be more difficult to deal with than the vast majority of them.

"Why is she here too?"

He Wujie, sitting cross-legged, suddenly muttered and then quickly turned his back, trying hard to hide his aura, seemingly not wanting to be discovered by someone.

"Master, who is that woman? You seem a bit afraid of her!"

He Wujie’s unusual expression was not lost on Fang Bai, who looked at a Female Martial Artist in the distant crowd with interest, smiling as he inquired.

That Female Martial Artist was also a Nascent Soul Realm Expert, with cultivation comparable to He Wujie’s. Her apparent age seemed to be around forty, with a slender waist, and still charming; one could tell she was a rare beauty in her youth.

At the moment, that Female Martial Artist was talking with a companion, occasionally scanning the crowds around, seemingly looking for something.

Whenever her gaze swept towards Fang Bai and He Wujie, He Wujie would cleverly hide behind Fang Bai to avoid her gaze.

"Kid, don’t ask what you shouldn’t!"

When Fang Bai inquired about the identity of that Female Martial Artist, He Wujie blushed and said sternly, glaring at him.

"Heh, your face is all red. Could she be your old lover?"

Though Fang Bai acknowledged He Wujie as his master, he was not afraid of him at all. Their relationship was both teacher and friend, allowing them to joke around without reserve, to which He Wujie was helpless.

"Disciple, don’t mess around! That woman and I... have only met a few times. Who knew she... she would cling to me, saying she must be my Martial Dao companion, and then followed me all the way... Disciple, maybe we should just leave? As for the Wind Roc’s matter, we’ll deal with it later."

He Wujie seemed very reluctant to meet that Female Martial Artist, displaying a look of dread.

Fang Bai guessed that He Wujie and that Female Martial Artist might be a pair of fated adversaries, chuckling as he said, "We’ve come all the way here, how can we leave? That woman... oh, can I call her Master’s Wife? My Master’s Wife is at least a Nascent Soul Realm Expert; with her joining us, wouldn’t our strength be even greater? Wouldn’t our chances of obtaining the Roc Egg be higher?"

He Wujie waved his hand repeatedly, anxiously saying, "No! No! Don’t cause me trouble. Seeing that woman gives me a headache!"

Though he said he couldn’t do it, Fang Bai noticed that he kept sneaking glances at the Female Martial Artist, showing a complex expression, seemingly wanting to meet her but hesitating over something.

Fang Bai didn’t quite understand the actual relationship between the two, but one thing was certain: He Wujie definitely liked that Female Martial Artist very much, only choosing to hide from her for some unknown reason.

"Master, don’t you really like Master’s Wife?"

"I don’t..."

"Touch your heart and speak the truth!"

"I... I..."

"If you like a woman, go pursue her boldly! If you can’t win her heart, then take her by force... uh, cough cough... What’s with this sneaky hiding around, does it make you a real man?"

"You wretched brat! I..."

"Master, may I know Master’s Wife’s name?"

"She’s called Zhao Wanqing."

"Alright, I’ll go call Master’s Wife for you! Any misunderstanding, you both can sit down and talk! What in this world can’t be resolved through dialogue? If once isn’t enough, then twice..."

"You don’t understand... you don’t understand... things are complicated... Hey, what are you doing, kid?"

He Wujie was muttering, until he saw Fang Bai suddenly striding towards that Female Martial Artist, causing him to stomp his foot, shouting anxiously, his forehead breaking out in a cold sweat as he hurried to hide behind a large tree.

With a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth, Fang Bai walked briskly in front of the Female Martial Artist who was scanning around, cupped his hands, and bowed: "Excuse me, senior, are you Zhao Wanqing?"

The Female Martial Artist was startled, then looked at Fang Bai sharply, frowning: "Who are you?"

As she spoke, the pressure of a Nascent Soul Realm Expert emanated, which would have caused any other martial artist to weaken at the knees, trembling all over. Yet, Fang Bai stood fearlessly, meeting the Female Martial Artist’s gaze with a smile, answering each word clearly: "I’m called Fang Bai, He Wujie is my master."

"You... you’re telling the... truth?"

The Female Martial Artist named Zhao Wanqing, upon hearing "He Wujie," froze as if struck in a vital spot, then grew uncontrollably excited. If not for the consideration between men and women, she would have grabbed Fang Bai by the shoulders and shaken him while asking.

"Of course, it’s true."

Fang Bai replied with a smile: "Senior, you haven’t answered my question yet."

Zhao Wanqing, a bit dazed, responded with an "oh" and nodded repeatedly: "Yes... I am Zhao Wanqing."

Fang Bai straightened his expression, cupped his hands deeply again in salute, and said respectfully: "Master’s Wife, please accept a disciple’s bow."

Hearing him call herself "Master’s Wife," Zhao Wanqing’s face flushed slightly, but inside, she felt extremely pleased, lifting her hands to symbolically help Fang Bai up, glancing him over approvingly and saying with satisfaction: "Hmm, not bad, a good seedling for cultivation! He Wujie recruiting you as a disciple shows he has a good eye. By the way, Fang Bai, your master... where is he now? Didn’t he come with you?"