Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor



With his body on fire, the elderly man rolled around on the ground, not caring about his image, until the soil and sand put out the fire. He then got up, panting heavily. The pain from the kick to his back now spread to his chest, and he had a trickle of blood coming out of the corner of his lips.

He retreated in horror, looking terrified at the bearded man in a black robe who was approaching step by step. "What...what do you want to do?"

"Kill you." Xuanyuan Mo Ze declared with an indifferent expression. Just as the elderly man was shocked, the air currents that Xuanyuan Mo Ze had gathered in his hand shot through the elderly man's Dantian and destroyed it in one strike.

"Ugh!"

Death struck so suddenly that he didn't have time to beg for mercy or scream in terror. Only a grunt was heard as the elderly man's body shook and he dropped to his knees in front of Xuanyuan Mo Ze. Finally, his head slumped and he silently swallowed his last breath.

Everyone in the Yu family couldn't help but gulp when they saw this scene. They knew this couple was formidable, but they never expected that the elderly man, who was so powerful, would be killed in an instant by Master Ling.

No one spoke. Everyone held their breath and didn't even dare to sigh. The only sounds that could be heard were the crackling of the wood in the fire and the rustle of the leaves in the night wind...

Everyone left for the journey again the next morning. Unconsciously, everyone's eyes would turn to the couple. Practically no one dared to act arrogant in front of them.

Inside the carriage, Madam Yu held her now-awake son and told her husband, "Master, Madam Ling's medicine really worked. The fifth child's fever went away last night, and today he's back to his normal self."

"That's great. We'll have to properly thank them later," Yu Chengde said, sitting on the outside of the carriage and looking straight ahead as if he were lost in thought.

Because Feng Jiu was sleepy, Xuanyuan Mo Ze let her ride a horse with him. She sat in front of him and fell asleep leaning against his arms, while the cloak over his body snugly wrapped around her and concealed her sleeping face from view. 

Feng Jiu slept all the way until as if something was poking her, she adjusted her hips uncomfortably and heard a stifled gasp from him.

"What's wrong?" she mumbled, half-asleep. and adjusted once again to find a more comfortable position, but something kept poking her. 

"It's nothing, go back to sleep," Xuanyuan Mo Ze lowered his voice, but his tone was noticeably hoarser.

When the horse trotted, the two of them, riding together, swayed. Even with his impeccable self-control, he had a physiological reaction to this subtle intimacy.

Moreover, they had only been married for a few days and had only recently experienced the joys of marriage, which made him restless.

Nonetheless, he resisted the rising heat within him. Just as he was thinking about moving back to create some distance, his body stiffened the next moment.

Feng Jiu muttered, "Move that thing away; it's poking me and making me uncomfortable." While saying this, Feng Jiu was still buried in his arms, but her hand instinctively reached down to move the object, causing Xuanyuan Mo Ze to inhale sharply.