The Unruly Doctor

Author: Elroy Orlando

Chapter 1: The Devil Doctor Descends the Mountain: Slay Gods, Execute Demons, Hold Nothing Back

Words : 2471 Updated : Jan 29th, 2026

Zerton Mountain. More than a hundred recluses from across the world lived on the mountain. Each of them had once shaken the world-the King of Assassins, the Mercenary Emperor, a poison master with nothing left to lose, an undefeated war god, a mega tycoon... But all that lay in the past. They had retired from the mortal tide, come to Zerton Mountain to seek the Way and dream of longevity. "Help!" "Ahh, not the face!" At that moment, those very titans-the King of Assassins, the Mercenary Emperor, the undefeated war god-lay on the ground with swollen faces and bodies covered in bruises, like sacks of meat that had just been used for a beating. Without exception, they stared in terror at a black-clad young man and begged for mercy. He looked about twenty, handsome, with sword-straight brows and star-bright eyes, his expression hard as ice. His name was Pierce Looske, the only person who had climbed this mountain branded as a cripple. When the kid first arrived, they could put him in his place. They had not expected the tables to turn so fast. "Pierce, your body had fully recovered. You may leave the mountain." A cool voice drifted over. A woman in a white dress walked toward him, veiled in gauze, graceful and remote as moonlight. At her words, the frost on Pierce's face melted into raw excitement. "Master, I can finally go down the mountain?!" She nodded lightly. "Yes. It had been six years. I know you had wanted to leave for a long time." "Thank you, Master!" Pierce could barely contain himself. In these six years, he had learned supreme medicine, the alchemical path, secret immortal arts, and awakened the Immortal Spirit Eyes. He had also picked up more than a few tricks from those hundred-odd recluses. "Pierce, before you go, I have one more thing to say." "Please, Master." "After you descend the mountain, temper yourself in the red dust. If a god blocks you, kill the god; if a demon stands in your way, execute the demon. Hold nothing back." "I will remember!" Pierce bowed deeply. "Master, I have a small request," he said. "Speak." "I want to hug you once more." A fond light warmed the face beneath her veil. She opened her arms. Pierce wrapped her in a fierce embrace, then let go at last and started down Zerton Mountain. "Goodbye, Master!" The white-dressed woman watched his departing back, dazed for a heartbeat. The hundred-some super recluses wept with relief and waved him off. "The little devil finally left!" "No more bullying-what a relief! Boo-hoo..." "In just six years, I watched that kid go from a cripple to a monster who defied heaven." "Right. Back then, he was the punching bag. Now..." The woman in white swept her clear gaze over the gathered recluses. Her voice cut cold and clean. "Notify your forces at the foot of the mountain. Protect Pierce. If anything happens to him, all of you get off this mountain." "Whoever helps Pierce, I will teach him an immortal art." At that, faces flushed with excitement. An immortal art meant a taste of longevity. "Senior, I'll dispatch three hundred Five-Star Assassins to guard the Young Lord!" "Senior, I'll notify Wake Financial Group to send a hundred Swiss bank black cards for the Young Lord's use." "Senior, I'll mobilize three thousand black-ops mercenaries, at the Young Lord's command!" Just then, a tiny blonde with twin ponytails came running out. Puffing her cheeks, she huffed, "Stinky senior brother, going down the mountain without telling me-sob, sob!" The woman in white looked at her. "Rose, inform your six senior sisters. Their junior brother had gone down the mountain." "I'm back." Pierce's star-bright eyes fixed on the distance, cold light flashing as fragments of memory rose in his mind. The Looske family he was born into was one of Valia's Ancient Martial Families. From childhood he had shown shocking talent. Six years ago, at fourteen, he already stood on the Heavenly Ranking, the foremost of his generation in the Looske family. Then a mysterious man shattered the Looske family gates, crushed his core, crippled his cultivation, and humiliated him in public, turning a prodigy into a so-called waste. What chilled him most: the very next day, the Looske family cast him out and struck his name from the family register. Even his grandfather was hounded to death. Overnight, the boy admired by thousands became a homeless outcast. At fourteen, with nowhere to go, he wandered the streets. At his most helpless, his godmother took him in without hesitation and brought him home. Pierce's parents had mysteriously vanished when he was very young. He later recognized Seafrost's top female tycoon, Emmy Wimple, as his godmother. A business prodigy, Emmy Wimple became Seafrost's richest woman before thirty. She treated Pierce with great kindness, caring for him through the most fragile stretch of his life. Later, she sent him to Zerton Mountain, where he met his Master. He ended up staying there for six years. Those memories summoned a killing aura around Pierce. His fists clenched. A terrifying pressure bled off him. He had come down the mountain for revenge. Those who had trampled him six years ago would pay a hundredfold. But before that, he wanted to see his godmother, Emmy Wimple. If not for her, he might have starved on the streets and never had the chance to step onto Zerton Mountain. Pierce was not an ungrateful man. In his heart, he had long treated Emmy Wimple as his own mother. This chapter continues on the next page. Pierce stepped out of the airport, got into a taxi, gave the driver the Wimple family's address, and the cab slipped into the night. The driver confirmed the destination, sounding a little surprised, but Pierce thought nothing of it. Half an hour later, Pierce arrived at the Wimple family estate-then froze at the sight. What had once been a pristine manor lay in ruins, broken walls choked by weeds. "How... how did it end up like this? What happened?!" Fury and confusion surged through him. A faint rustle echoed from the distance. "Who's there? Get out here!" Pierce's voice went cold. A woman in red, stunningly beautiful, strode over and dropped to one knee before him, head bowed in utmost respect. "Deputy Palace Lord Peony of Flowber Palace pays respects to the Young Lord." "Flowber Palace," Pierce murmured, frowning at her. "One of the hundred top factions of the Hidden Sect." "I received the Palace Lord's command to assist you, Young Lord," Peony said. An image rose in Pierce's mind of an ethereal, peerless woman. Flowber Palace was an all-female sect, one of Chiton's three great intelligence networks. "Prove your identity." Pierce would not trust a stranger easily. Without the slightest hesitation, Peony bared the emblem of Flowber Palace on her body-a blood-red peony. "That's enough." Pierce nodded and turned away to give her a moment to cover up. Once she had, he spoke, gaze fixed on the shattered estate. "Since you're Flowber Palace, answer me-how did the Wimple family become like this?" "Half a year ago," Peony replied, "the Wimple family was wiped out." Boom! The words hit like thunder. Pierce's body shuddered. A tidal wave of killing intent erupted from him. Peony, caught in the blast of it, went pale, as if she might suffocate at any moment. His godmother's household had been annihilated. "Who did it?!" Rage roared through Pierce. He wanted to grind the culprit's bones to dust. "Forgive me, Young Lord. Flowber Palace is still investigating," Peony said, head lowered in shame. "However, we discovered that the Wimple family's eldest lady, Emmy Wimple, is still alive." Pierce's face lit. "You're saying my godmother is alive!" "Yes. Your godmother is alive." "Where is she?" Peony hesitated, something like dread flickering across her face. "Speak," Pierce snapped. She bit her lip, took out a phone, and opened a video. "Steel yourself, Young Lord." A familiar face filled the screen-a woman around thirty, hair matted, clothes in disarray, skin once fair now crossed with wounds. She was locked in a cage, a collar around her neck like an animal. "Emmy Wimple, you thought you were so impressive. Didn't imagine you'd end up like a dog, did you?" "Hahaha!" Another woman stepped into frame, a barbed whip in her hand. She cracked it hard. The strike landed with a vicious snap. Blood ran down Emmy Wimple's body as a scream tore from her throat. "Miley Hayde, if you have the guts, kill me!" Emmy's beautiful eyes burned with hatred as she rasped at the woman. "Kill you? No, no. I'm going to savor this," the woman crooned. "I'll make you beg for death." The whip fell again. The video cut off. Crack! The phone powdered in Pierce's grip. His starry eyes bled red. He looked like a demon of slaughter. A storm of fury. Boundless killing intent. "Ahhh!" Power exploded off him. Grass and leaves around them crumbled to dust. Peony blanched. "Please, Young Lord-calm yourself!" "Who is that woman?" Pierce snarled at her. "I'm going to kill her. I'll tear her to pieces." "She is Miley Hayde, the eldest daughter of the Hayde family-one of Seafrost's Four Great Families," Peony said. "We obtained the video half a month ago. We moved at once to rescue your godmother, but she was already gone." "Hayde family. Miley Hayde." Pierce's fists tightened until his knuckles whitened. "Tell me where she is." "Today happens to be Miley Hayde's wedding day. She is holding the ceremony at Seafrost International Hotel," Peony answered. Before her words finished, Pierce's figure was already gone.

The Unruly Doctor

Chapter 1: The Devil Doctor Descends the Mountain: Slay Gods, Execute Demons, Hold Nothing Back

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