The Urban Medical Martial Immortal

Watching Song Manshan and others confront death with equanimity before him, Lin Tian smiled wryly and said, "What are you planning to do? When did I ever say I wanted your lives?"

In his past life, Lin Tian had become Immortal Venerable by treading over countless corpses and seas of blood, always resolute and merciless against his enemies.

If it were his past life, these security guards in front of him would be extinguished with a mere wave of his hand whenever he was in a foul mood.

But now Lin Tian had come to accept this life's body and circumstances.

Modern society was one of civilization and rule of law, where there was no need for violence unless absolutely necessary.

After all, he was once an Immortal Venerable, and he was able to adapt his disposition smoothly.

At his words, Song Manshan's face lit up with joy. He looked up at Lin Tian with a burning gaze, "Master, you mean you won't hold our earlier actions against us?"

"It's not that serious. Like I said, I just want to look at the hotel's surveillance footage," Lin Tian said with a smile, shaking his head. However, his expression then hardened and he said in a cold voice, "But, I do not want anyone beyond those present to know what just happened!"

Song Manshan and the security team looked grave and assured him fervently.

Finally, Song Manshan even warned the guards, "If anyone dares to leak any information about Master Xia, you won't need the master to take action, I, Song Manshan, will be the first to claim his life!"

"Alright, take me to see the surveillance footage!"

Lin Tian waved his hand and spoke indifferently.

"This way, Master!"

Song Manshan personally led the way to the surveillance room.

Lin Tian, following behind Song Manshan, let out a slight sigh of relief.

Shaking the building with one foot, cracking the ground, and crushing the punching bag from a distance were all a result of him inadvertently discovering a sliver of Immortal Spirit Qi within his body on his way to the security department. To avoid trouble, he simply used it to intimidate Song Manshan and the others.

On the way to the hotel, that strange sensation within his body turned out to be Immortal Spirit Qi, which he realized after entering the hotel.

Despite his curiosity about where the Immortal Spirit Qi came from, Lin Tian had no chance to investigate.

Throughout, the Immortal Spirit Qi continuously eroded and cleansed his physique, and he had now released the last bit of it.

Now, there was certainly not a shred of cultivation left in him, just an ordinary mortal.

Even without cultivation, he was confident he could bring down people like Song Manshan, but it would undoubtedly be more difficult to willingly obtain the surveillance footage that way.

Soon, the footage of the day Lin Tian had been covertly followed up to the hotel rooftop was found.

Fang Yuanshan!

Seeing the face in the surveillance footage, Lin Tian's expression gradually turned icy, and his memories of this person also became clearer.

Fang Yuanshan, a hotel employee from the same shift team in Yongjia Hotel as Lin Tian, had not been kind to the original Lin Tian, who had started as a temporary worker during the winter break.

Now, Lin Tian could almost confirm that it was this person who had pushed him off the building.

At the same time, Lin Tian also felt a chill at the close shave. If he had been reincarnated just as his predecessor was pushed off the building, he might have been scattered to the winds without ever awakening.

For at the moment of reincarnation, his divine soul was at its most vulnerable.

Having identified the behind-the-scenes hand that had sought his life, Lin Tian turned to leave the surveillance room, and said to Song Manshan, who had caught up to his side, "Do you recognize this person?"

"I do, his name is Fang Yuanshan. He's quite arrogant and overbearing on a normal day, which is why he's so memorable," Song Manshan, noticing Lin Tian's frosty expression, replied promptly.

He also secretly wondered whether Lin Tian's fall from the building might have had something to do with this Fang Yuanshan.

Master Lin Tian is a Martial Arts Grandmaster, but how did Fang Yuanshan succeed in his covert attack?

Doubts piled up in his heart, but Song Manshan dared not to ask, suppressing the confusion.

Following Song Manshan out of the security training grounds, chaos reigned outside.

Lin Tian's kick had shaken the building, causing cracks to riddle the floors, and the hotel's occupants thought an earthquake had struck, stirring a commotion. Fortunately, calm had now been restored.

However, the situation that had many employees on edge was that Mr. Jiann Xinzhu, the general manager of Yongjia Hotel, had fainted and was on the brink of death.

Seeing a crowd gathered around a sofa in the corridor not far away, Song Manshan stepped forward and demanded, "What happened?"

"Minister Song, it's bad, Mr. Jiann has fainted!"

A hotel employee called out urgently upon seeing Song Manshan.

Others made way, and Lin Tian along with Song Manshan saw Jiann Xinzhu, who had passed out on the sofa.

Jiann Xinzhu's face was pale, her breath weak.

"What's wrong with Sister Jiann?"

Lin Tian hurried forward, addressing Su Yingxue who had been at her side.

Recognizing the newcomer, Su Yingxue was furious, her beautiful eyes shining with coldness, "You're asking what's wrong? It's all because you angered Xinzhu so much that her congenital heart disease, a latent condition, was triggered. Now she has passed out, her life hanging by a thread!"

"Stop babbling! The earthquake has stopped. Hurry up and take Xinzhu to the hospital. It might be too late by the time the ambulance arrives! I'll carry her!"

Zhao Xie, standing nearby, shoved Lin Tian aside, "Get lost, you poor trash!"

After speaking, he prepared to scoop up Jiann Xinzhu.

But before Zhao Xie could touch her, he was grabbed by a hand as strong as a vise.

Zhao Xie couldn't break free, turning back to glare at Lin Tian who had grabbed him, shouting, "You broke trash—bearing a grudge because Xinzhu fired you, thinking of taking this opportunity to murder her?"

"Get lost!"

With a thunderous shout, Lin Tian pushed Zhao Xie to the side.

After a cleansing with Immortal Spirit Qi, Lin Tian's physique was not something ordinary people could match. He could hold his own even against world-class professional fighters. To him, Zhao Xie, whose body had been nearly drained by debauchery, was nothing more than a little chick.

Witnessing this, Su Yingxue trembled and lashed out at Lin Tian, "Lin Tian, what are you doing? Xinzhu's life is at stake; do you want her to die?"

Having said that, she prepared to carry Jiann Xinzhu herself to the hospital.

"Her current condition is like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment! She can't wait for an ambulance, or to get to the hospital. If you don't want her to die, let me have a look!"

Lin Tian's expression was grave as he stared at Su Yingxue, speaking in a deep tone.

Su Yingxue's body went cold, and her movements froze, her complexion turning deathly pale.

Jiann Xinzhu was her bosom friend and dear friend, akin to a sister. If anything happened to her, Su Yingxue didn't know how she would face it or what she would do; it was as if a piece of her heart was being gouged out.

While Su Yingxue wavered, Zhao Xie, who had been pushed to the ground, was already seething with rage, pointing at Lin Tian and bellowing, "Kid, you're dead! Not even the Heavenly God can save you now!"

"Noisy!"

For Lin Tian, Zhao Xie's outcries were nothing more than the buzzing of a fly. But now, he was ready to save someone and was irritated by the disturbance. He couldn't help but turn back and say, "Song Manshan, throw this idiot out; he's too loud!"

"Hahaha..."

As soon as Lin Tian finished speaking, Zhao Xie suddenly burst into wild laughter, "You, a poor student, have the nerve to command and order Yongjia's security? Idiot!"

After speaking, Zhao Xie turned to Song Manshan and others and commanded loudly, "Now, I, Zhao Xie, in place of my father, execute the board of directors' orders and command you to break the legs of this damned poor student, throw him out of the hotel! If there's trouble, I'll take the blame!"