Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1970 - 1967: Xu Wendong Put on a Show

"Alright, I accept."

Xu Wendong agreed with a face full of smiles.

His smile remained bright, seemingly without any pressure.

Zhou Ran’s face lit up with joy, his delight was palpable, and he was extremely excited.

He immediately tossed out a censer, ancient and heavy, covered with mysterious runes.

Then he inserted an incense stick into the censer, which emitted a faint aroma, while the blue smoke slowly rose.

"Since Brother Lin Mo has agreed, let me tell you the rules!" Zhou Ran cleared his throat and said loudly.

"If you can draw ten Third-grade Nether Talismans before this incense burns out, I’ll give you Fourth-grade Talisman Paper for free."

After saying this, Zhou Ran lightly blew on the lit incense, his eyes flickering with teasing, seeming to gaze at a pathetic loser destined to fail: "Brother, you can start now!"

The incense burned quickly, the weak light devouring the incense stick, while the smoke rose up like a countdown.

To draw ten Third-grade Nether Talismans before it finished burning seemed nearly impossible.

Everyone present shook their heads, their eyes full of regret.

Their faces were filled with helplessness, as if they had already envisioned Xu Wendong’s failure.

It seemed that Xu Wendong was doomed to take a big fall today.

"Alas... he’s too impulsive."

"Hm, he’s only been in the Heavenly Nether Sect for a few days, he doesn’t even know everyone yet, he has no clue about Brother Zhou Ran’s prowess."

"Even Brother Zhou Ran couldn’t refine ten Third-grade Nether Talismans within thirty minutes, this kid definitely can’t."

People did not have high hopes for Xu Wendong.

Yet, Li Jiayin was filled with anticipation, her eyes gleaming, fixated on Xu Wendong, eager for him to begin quickly.

But Xu Wendong remained completely motionless, staring quietly at the incense stick, his gaze deep, as if contemplating something.

His body was like a sculpture, without any movement, making those around increasingly puzzled.

"What is he doing? Aren’t you going to start?" Liu Hao said coldly.

His face was now swollen like a pig’s head, the high lump on his cheek forcing his eyes into slits.

However, today, no matter what, he wanted Xu Wendong to be embarrassed!

He had been bullied terribly, but he absolutely wouldn’t let Xu Wendong off the hook.

Li Jiayin gradually grew anxious, as time slowly slipped away and the incense stick had burned halfway.

Xu Wendong still didn’t start; could he be admitting defeat?

Her hands were tightly clasped together, nails digging into her palms, yet she felt nothing.

Her eyes were full of worry, continuously glancing at Xu Wendong and then at the incense stick.

Zhou Ran saw this and couldn’t help but chuckle coldly.

To him, it seemed Xu Wendong didn’t know how to draw Nether Talismans, daring to accept his bet was clearly just posturing.

Once the incense burned out, it would be the time for him to receive the Painting Saint Carving Knife!

"Brother Lin, I’ll give you ten sheets of Third-grade Talisman Paper for free, you can start now, don’t say I bullied you." Zhou Ran laughed loudly, his laughter wild and unrestrained.

With a wave of his hand, he tossed out ten sheets of talisman paper.

The talisman papers floated down slowly, as if mocking Xu Wendong’s incompetence.

Liu Hao watched as Xu Wendong delayed starting, becoming disdainful.

"Hmph, I don’t think he has any ability, probably can’t even draw the simplest Nether Talisman."

"He’s just stubbornly saving face to suffer in silence; hahaha, the Painting Saint Carving Knife will definitely belong to Brother Zhou Ran!" Liu Hao jeered, his followers joining in the laughter.

Their laughter was like sharp needles, piercing Xu Wendong, as if to crush his dignity completely.

Everyone believed Xu Wendong had overestimated himself this time; faced with true authority, he would lose his reputation, and then Li Jiayin likely wouldn’t favor him anymore.

Amidst everyone’s ridicule, the incense was nearly burned out, and every person held their breath.

The air seemed to have frozen, eerily quiet.

"Brother Zhou is winning!" someone exclaimed, breaking the silence with a touch of excitement.

Zhou Ran was brimming with confidence, his face adorned with excitement.

His eyes were wide open, tightly fixed on the incense, waiting for the moment of victory.

Obtaining the Painting Saint Carving Knife, he would have profited greatly!

He began to fantasize about the glorious achievements he would have in the Nether Talisman Dao with the Painting Saint Carving Knife.

But at this very moment, Xu Wendong moved.

He extended his finger, a robust stream of Yin Energy surged forth like a river.

The Yin Energy was rich and powerful, emanating strands of coldness, causing those around to shiver involuntarily.

Then ten Third-grade Talisman Papers quickly floated up, as if pulled by an invisible hand.

Xu Wendong’s fingers moved gently, smoothly and naturally, as if composing an unparalleled Chapter.

In just a moment, several strokes suddenly appeared simultaneously on the ten sheets of talisman paper.

Those strokes shimmered with a strange luster, seemingly imbued with endless power.

Lightning flashed, electric glow scattered, suddenly brewing a terrifying aura.

The aura was like a surging wave, engulfing all, instilling a powerful sense of oppression in those nearby.

The surrounding people stepped back frantically, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

"This... he’s actually drawing Nether Talismans!"

"What grade of Nether Talisman is this? It’s able to trigger Thunder?"

"It looks quite remarkable!"

"Can he really do it?"

Everyone’s eyes were wide open, so wide they seemed ready to pop out.

They couldn’t believe what they were seeing, Xu Wendong drawing with one hand, causing ten Nether Talismans to simultaneously manifest runes.

Thunder roared, sprouting on the talisman paper, the lightning glimmering like countless silver snakes dancing.

With a flex of his fingers, ten Thunder Roaring Hundred Feet Talismans were formed.

A fearsome soul power surged forth, like a volcanic eruption, directly flooding into the ten sheets of talisman paper.

In an instant, a majestic force exploded ferociously, as if about to overturn the entire Treasure Street.

Thunder was born, the booming sound deafening, causing everyone to exclaim in awe. The sound was like a war drum, hammering at each individual’s soul.

Zhou Ran’s pupils shrank, his eyes wide open, witnessing the most unbelievable event.

He exclaimed in shock: "These are actually Third-grade Thunder Roaring Hundred Feet Talismans?"

His voice was filled with amazement and disbelief, as if struck by lightning.

"Just in time," Xu Wendong’s mouth curved, revealing a confident smile.

He glanced at the incense, perfectly extinguished as he finished.

The last ashes of the incense quietly floated down, seemingly announcing his victory.

This meant he was not overdue.

"Brother, I have finished, would you like to check?" Xu Wendong gestured, as ten Nether Talismans floated towards Zhou Ran.