Chapter 5: The Ye Clan's Little Divine Doctor, Guardian Spirit Divine Doctor

Li Qingran listened to the end, somewhat at a loss for words.

He strongly suspected that the seal placed inside Wangchuan Bingbing's body had been destroyed by "Divine Doctor Ye," causing the evil spirit to be released prematurely.

The Xiao clan, too, was in the capital.

Li Qingran had naturally heard of the reputation of the Ye clan's little divine doctor.

The Ye clan's little divine doctor, named Ye Cheng, had as his guardian spirit Ye Gui, a famous medical scholar in Huaxia's history, known as Ye Tianshi.

With the guardian spirit Ye Tianshi's assistance, calling Ye Cheng a little divine doctor was not an exaggeration.

In Huaxia, to invite Ye Cheng to treat an illness, money alone was not enough.

Xia Weiming's wife Wangchuan Yao had relied on her status as the deputy mayor of Heihai City, plus pulling quite a few strings, to invite Ye Cheng to treat their daughter.

By Wangchuan Bingbing's bedside sat a middle-aged beautiful woman with a haggard face, exuding a mature and imposing aura; she was Wangchuan Bingbing's mother, Wangchuan Yao.

Behind Wangchuan Yao stood a young man wearing a stethoscope; he was the little divine doctor Ye Cheng.

Wangchuan Yao's tears dripped down one by one; she suddenly turned around, her pair of fair jade-like hands tightly gripping Ye Cheng, and said urgently:

"Divine Doctor Ye, please, think of another way to save my daughter; I can pay whatever amount!

As long as you can save my daughter, whatever you ask me to do, I will do!"

Ye Cheng withdrew his hand, swallowed, and shook his head: "Madam Wangchuan, if she could be saved, I would certainly save her; a doctor's heart is like a parent's.

But your daughter's condition, I truly am powerless to help.

That is at least a Spirit-Marshalling General level evil spirit that has already invaded your daughter's soul.

If forceful means are used to expel the evil spirit, your daughter will certainly not survive.

Beyond recall! Prepare for the funeral."

Hearing this, Wangchuan Yao nearly collapsed to the ground; fortunately Wangchuan Qiqqi was quick-eyed and swift-handed, rushing over to support her.

Wangchuan Qiqqi's beautiful eyes were full of hope: "Divine Doctor Ye, is there really no other way?"

"None; even an ordinary Spirit-Marshalling Grandmaster here would be of no avail." Ye Cheng sighed, then added: "Unless..."

Wangchuan Qiqqi's eyes lit up: "Unless what?"

Ye Cheng gave a bitter laugh: "Unless the Spirit-Marshalling Grandmaster of the capital's Xiao clan acts; there might still be a sliver of hope."

Ye Cheng explained: "The capital's Xiao clan's inheritance possesses a special guardian spirit — the Spirit of Strange Fire.

And the Spirit of Strange Fire is precisely the nemesis of all evil, seductive, and filthy things.

If a Spirit-Marshalling Grandmaster possessing the Spirit of Strange Fire finely manipulates the strange fire, harming only the evil spirit and not her soul, a life could be brought back!"

Wangchuan Qiqqi hurriedly asked: "Divine Doctor Ye, do you know anyone from the Xiao clan?"

Ye Cheng glanced at Wangchuan Qiqqi, whose hope had reignited, and said half-mockingly: "Give it up; that kind of super aristocratic clan, let alone you people, even I cannot move them."

"Wuwuwu..."

Hearing this, Wangchuan Qiqqi could no longer suppress her grief; she and her mother Wangchuan Yao embraced and wept.

Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Hmph, that child's-play fire spirit of the Xiao clan cannot break a Ghost King Soul-Entanglement situation."

As these words fell, the surroundings quieted down.

Even Wangchuan Yao and her daughter stopped crying; everyone looked toward the direction the voice came from.

An unfamiliar youth, ordinary in every way, his only highlight being that he was relatively handsome.

Wangchuan Yao frowned tightly: "Who are you? How did you get in?"

Wangchuan Qiqqi explained: "Mom, he's from the funeral parlor; Dad called him."

Hearing this, Wangchuan Yao flew into a rage: "More than enough to ruin things, not enough to accomplish anything; Xia Weiming is a waste!

Six whole days, and not a trace of that expert from a year ago could be found!

My mother was right; Xia Weiming is just a useless live-in son-in-law!"

"Get out of here! Watching a show? We're not using your family's services anymore!"

"Pfft!"

Ye Cheng at the side couldn't help laughing out loud: "Truly a milk-smelling brat; do you know what you're saying?

Have you heard of the capital's Xiao clan?"

Then Ye Cheng shook his head with a hint of helplessness and smiled: "Forget it; a broken backwater place!

A country bumpkin who hasn't seen a few guardian spirits — why should I bother arguing with you?

Purely a waste of breath, a waste of energy!"

Li Qingran, however, took it in stride, ignored him, and said calmly: "I can save her."

As these four words fell, it was as if they possessed enormous magic; the whole world quieted down once more.

Wangchuan Bingbing flew into a rage, shrieking hysterically: "Fraud! Get out, right now! I'm calling the police!"

When did the funeral parlor start offering medical treatment?

This person just wants to swindle a sum, sprinkling salt on their wounds!

Wangchuan Yao's sharp gaze landed on Li Qingran; their eyes met.

After a long while, seeing Li Qingran's calm, fearless eyes, Wangchuan Yao seemed like a drowning person clutching a life-saving straw, and asked:

"You... you really have a way to save my daughter?"

Li Qingran nodded slightly, expression calm: "A year ago, the seal inside your daughter's body was set by me."

"You!" Wangchuan Qiqqi trembled all over with anger: "Enough! I shouldn't have told you so much just now!"

In her view, Li Qingran had just listened to her rambling and improvised a lie on the spot.

"What a joke? Who do you think you are, a peerless expert?"

"You say the seal in my sister's body was set by you? Why don't you just say you're from the capital's Xiao clan?"

"Do you think we're desperate enough to try any cure, that we'd just hand over money the moment you open your mouth?"

Wangchuan Qiqqi spoke sentence after sentence, not giving anyone a chance to speak.

Ye Cheng watched as if watching a play, finding it very interesting — there was actually such a brazenly audacious swindler in this world.

He smiled and asked: "Young man, do you have a guardian spirit? What cultivation realm?"

How do you plan to save this girl?"

First summon your guardian spirit, let this Divine Doctor Ye broaden his horizons and see just what divine spirit of a guardian spirit can expel an evil spirit at the Spirit General level."

Li Qingran shook his head: "You're not yet qualified to see my guardian spirit.

Besides, a mere petty evil spirit doesn't warrant disturbing my guardian spirit."

"Hahaha... you little swindler really know how to blow hot air!" Ye Cheng laughed.

Li Qingran ignored Ye Cheng's sneer, looked at Wangchuan Yao, and said: "I'll save her, you do one thing for me."

"As long as you can save my daughter, never mind one thing, I'll agree to ten things, whatever you want me to do!" Wangchuan Yao gritted his teeth: "Even if it means sacrificing myself."

"Mom! Don't be foolish!" Wangchuan Qiqqi sobbed: "Bingbing is already dead, even Hua Tuo alive couldn't save little sister..."

Even Ye Cheng couldn't help but advise: "Madam Wangchuan, don't be deceived, he revealed his designs on you the moment he opened his mouth."

Ye Cheng looked at Li Qingran again, coldly snorted: "Still saying 'mere petty evil spirit, no need to use guardian spirit'? Do you think you're the Heaven-Direction War God Lu Qianji?"

"Move aside." Li Qingran didn't even look at Ye Cheng, Wangchuan Yao had already agreed to him, what did Ye Cheng count for.

"Hmph." Ye Cheng yielded his position, coldly laughing: "The evil spirit has already fused with her soul, I'd like to see what method you have."

Li Qingran walked straight to Wangchuan Bingbing's bedside, sat down, then circulated the "Demon God Refining Art", extended a finger and pressed it to the center of her brow.

One saw a black vortex form at Li Qingran's fingertip, a strand of demonic qi issued from it, transforming into tiny chains that penetrated deep into Wangchuan Bingbing's soul.

"Refine it for me!"