Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1968 - 1965: The Frog at the Bottom of the Well

Though Li Jiayin was quite displeased with Liu Hao, she felt that Xu Wendong’s demands seemed somewhat excessive at this moment, unable to refute Liu Hao’s words.

"Junior Brother, are you asking for too much?" Li Jiayin asked curiously, her eyes full of concern and doubt.

However, Xu Wendong didn’t respond to Li Jiayin, but slowly turned around, his eyes like lightning, staring directly at Liu Hao.

"It seems the lesson I taught you wasn’t enough. Are you planning to take another beating?"

Back in the ruins, Xu Wendong had severed Lou An’s arm and thought of finishing Liu Hao off, but unexpectedly, Liu Hao slipped away like a slippery eel.

Now meeting in the Heavenly Nether Sect, though he couldn’t act rashly, Xu Wendong’s anger was difficult to suppress.

The sect rules were as stern as a mountain, suffocatingly heavy.

If he acted publicly, not even as the Sect Master’s direct disciple, he would escape severe punishment.

"Hmph, do you dare to strike?" Liu Hao snorted coldly with a hint of smugness on his face, "There are so many people watching, if you dare to kill me, you’ll pay with your life!"

Liu Hao thought he had leverage over Xu Wendong, but Xu Wendong disregarded his threat entirely.

"Smack!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Wendong stepped forward swiftly and delivered a slap.

The slap, accompanied by the sound of the wind, landed solidly on Liu Hao’s face.

The crisp sound echoed in Treasure Street, leaving Liu Hao seeing stars.

Liu Hao spun three times in place, falling to the ground in embarrassment, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, looking utterly miserable.

"Why kill you? Giving you a lesson should suffice." Xu Wendong sneered, eyes filled with disdain.

His current status is not something Liu Hao can provoke.

This guy is nothing but an arrogant wastrel, unaware of Xu Wendong’s significance now.

With the Painting Saint Carving Knife in his possession, even Liu Hao’s backer, the Fourth Elder, wouldn’t dare to excessively reprimand Xu Wendong.

"You... you..." Liu Hao covered his face, glaring at Xu Wendong with immense anger, as if his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly chaotic, Zhou Ran quickly stepped forward, raising his arm to block Xu Wendong directly.

"Junior Brother, what on earth are you doing!" Zhou Ran loudly questioned.

Zhou Ran was not without temper either, his eyes at this moment glimmering coldly, akin to a star on a frigid night.

Kindly offering Xu Wendong talisman paper, hoping to help each other as fellow sect members, yet unexpectedly the other party took advantage.

Not even talking about the fifth-grade talisman paper, he couldn’t even bear to give third-grade to Xu Wendong.

To Zhou Ran, Xu Wendong’s current attitude seemed deliberately provocative.

Even Li Jiayin couldn’t quite understand Xu Wendong’s actions.

Third-grade talisman paper requires the strength of a third-grade Nether Talisman Master or higher to use effectively; otherwise, it’s a waste, purely squandering.

"Junior Brother, if you want to study the Nether Talisman Technique, why not start with something simple? There’s no need to practice with third-grade talisman paper." Li Jiayin sighed softly, speaking earnestly.

After all, he was her junior brother, and she was full of advice and persuasion.

In her view, Zhou Ran wasn’t a bad person, there was no need to offend him over this matter.

But Liu Hao was entirely different, pure trouble-maker.

Recently, Xu Wendong’s slap was truly satisfying!

"Senior Sister, have you forgotten those hundreds of Nether Talismans I inscribed in the valley?" Xu Wendong gently reminded.

Facing the pursuit from various forces back then, he had indeed thrown out hundreds of Thunder Roaring Hundred Feet Talismans at once.

Though Thunder Roaring Hundred Feet Talisman was a third-grade rune, its effect rivaled fourth-grade in Xu Wendong’s hands!

Therefore, his request for fourth-grade talisman paper wasn’t excessive at all.

Upon hearing this, Li Jiayin’s pupils contracted sharply, suddenly realizing.

She finally remembered her junior brother was no ordinary person!

Just moments ago, she had misunderstood Xu Wendong, realizing this, Li Jiayin’s pretty face flushed suddenly, her heart filled with self-reproach, how could she have doubted her junior brother?

"Who are you trying to impress?" Upon hearing Xu Wendong claim he had inscribed hundreds of Nether Talismans, Liu Hao immediately shouted mockingly, "Such arrogance, do you know how much effort is needed to inscribe hundreds of Nether Talismans?"

"Even Brother Zhou Ran couldn’t inscribe that many Nether Talismans in a short time, not even the lowest-grade ones!"

After Liu Hao spoke, Zhou Ran also slowly nodded.

As a third-grade Nether Talisman Master, Zhou Ran held high status within the Heavenly Nether Sect.

Yet even with his abilities, he could not inscribe hundreds of Nether Talismans in a short time.

After all, inscribing Nether Talismans is extremely challenging, requiring a large amount of Divine Soul Power.

Excessive depletion poses a great burden to oneself, so severe that it could lead to soul obliteration.

From Zhou Ran’s understanding, he hadn’t heard of anyone inscribing hundreds of Nether Talismans at once.

"If you don’t know, then don’t make statements!" Li Jiayin coldly said, her eyes showing a trace of anger, "My junior brother indeed inscribed hundreds of Nether Talismans overnight, and they’re third-grade!"

Liu Hao exaggeratedly burst into laughter, the sound was sharp and grating, clearly not believing Li Jiayin.

Zhou Ran slowly shook his head, secretly wondering what kind of potion Xu Wendong gave Li Jiayin that could enchant the ice-cold senior sister so thoroughly.

"Senior Sister, have you lost your mind?"

"Brother Zhou Ran is a third-grade Nether Talisman Master, ask him if he can inscribe hundreds of third-grade Nether Talismans overnight."

"If you said they were the lowest-grade Nether Talismans, I might give some leeway to believe you, but this is just too outrageous." Liu Hao’s face was full of disdain, he continued to mock both Li Jiayin.

Zhou Ran stepped forward, slightly furrowing his brows as he looked at Li Jiayin, seriously saying, "Even my teacher, as a fourth-grade Nether Talisman Master, couldn’t inscribe hundreds of third-grade Nether Talismans overnight. Senior Sister, you’ve been deceived."

Disciples from all around showed teasing expressions; though they weren’t Nether Talisman Masters, they knew about the difficulties of Nether Talismans.

Many had sought Zhou Ran to inscribe Nether Talismans, but even if Zhou Ran worked non-stop, he could at most produce seven or eight talismans a day.

Xu Wendong claimed hundreds of third-grade Nether Talismans, who would believe such words?

"You all... are simply a bunch of frogs in a well!" Seeing the crowd’s distrustful expressions, Li Jiayin’s face instantly turned extremely dark.

"Senior Sister, don’t mind these people." Xu Wendong calmly looked at Zhou Ran, slightly frowned and said, "Brother Zhou, I have no interest in offending you, I simply wish to ask if you have talisman paper above fourth-grade, you may name your price, I’ll take as much as you have."

Zhou Ran chuckled coldly, showing a disdainful smile, "Junior Brother Lin, I know you have good talent, but mastering the path of a Nether Talisman Master is not something you can simply cultivate and break through."

"What qualifications do you have to take talisman paper above fourth-grade?"