Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1972 - 1969: Ashamed of One’s Inferiority

Zhou Ran’s face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, if he tried to deny it, he might become the laughingstock of the Heavenly Nether Sect.

Moreover, the Third-grade Nether Talisman Thundering Hundred Feet Talisman refined by Xu Wendong was the top of the top-grade!

Its power had reached a thousand feet.

Such terrifying power, even if his mentor Qi Lechun came to refine a Third-grade Thundering Hundred Feet Talisman, might not have such frightening speed, nor such high quality.

"According to the agreement, Brother Zhou, you need to give my junior brother Fourth-grade and above Talisman Paper," Li Jiayin’s smile was as bright and charming as flowers blooming in spring.

The disciples around were enchanted as if under a spell, staring intently, but Li Jiayin continued to regard them with indifference.

That smile seemed to bloom solely for Xu Wendong, belonging only to him.

"Brother Zhou, be careful, this kid clearly cheated!" Liu Hao said, rushing up in a frantic state, his face full of panic.

"Smack!" This time, it was Zhou Ran who acted.

With a furious expression, Zhou Ran suddenly raised his hand and slapped Liu Hao hard across the face.

This slap was full of force, causing Liu Hao’s entire body to sway, almost losing his balance.

Liu Hao’s face, already swollen like a pig’s head, became even more grotesque and ugly, with a trickle of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Laughter erupted around, wave after wave like the sea.

Even Liu Hao’s followers struggled to contain their laughter, their faces reddened with suppressed mirth.

"Shut your mouth!" Zhou Ran roared like a frenzied lion, his anger boiling over.

Had it not been for this Liu Hao fanning the flames, perhaps he wouldn’t have made this bet with Xu Wendong.

Now, not only did he not obtain the Painting Saint Carving Knife but was also about to lose some priceless items.

After all, Fourth-grade Talisman Paper is priceless and the carrier for Fourth-grade Nether Talismans.

In the Netherworld Pavilion, each piece of Fourth-grade Talisman Paper costs hundreds of thousands.

Therefore, giving away Fourth-grade Talisman Paper was like bleeding to Zhou Ran.

"I, accept the loss." Zhou Ran’s eyes were filled with helplessness and unwillingness, but he knew he had lost.

From the moment Xu Wendong began to engrave the Nether Talisman, he knew his skills in Nether Talismans were far inferior to Xu Wendong’s.

Zhou Ran had clung to a false hope, betting that Xu Wendong couldn’t become a Talisman Master, only to find that he had completely lost.

"Inside here are three Fourth-grade Talisman Papers from my collection, each bought from the Netherworld Pavilion, costing me nearly a million Nether Crystals." Zhou Ran slowly took out the Storage Bag, his hand trembling as if the bag weighed a thousand pounds.

Just as he was about to hand it over to Xu Wendong, Liu Hao lunged forward like a starving wolf.

His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth as he snatched the Storage Bag, glaring at Zhou Ran with murderous eyes.

"You useless trash! You can’t even surpass Lin Mo!" Liu Hao cursed, shedding all pretenses.

Zhou Ran’s face was filled with anger, his eyes bulging like fiery balls ready to burst into flames, staring at Liu Hao.

Who was he?

And who was Liu Hao?

Though Liu Hao was the Fourth Elder’s Direct Disciple, he had entered the Heavenly Nether Sect through backdoor means.

This fellow, having sneaked in using unfair methods, dared to call him trash?

This was an enormous insult!

"Liu Hao, you’re looking for death!" Zhou Ran was enraged beyond measure, his voice thunderous as it blasted through the air.

Having lost the bet, he was already furious, feeling a heavy weight pressing on his heart with no way to vent.

Unexpectedly, Liu Hao had the audacity to provoke him further, acting as fuel to his raging fire, pushing his fury to its peak.

Suddenly, he drew back his hand, moving swiftly and decisively, his eyes sparking with sharp light.

Then, his fingers moved slightly, the motion light yet imbued with great power, as a Nether Talisman began to form at his fingertips.

The ghostly blue light shimmered, mystical and eerie, with a hint of chill, as if from the Nine Nether Hell.

Liu Hao saw this and was overtaken by intense fear, instinctively retreating, his eyes filled with panic and dismay.

At this explosive moment, Xu Wendong approached with a calm smile.

His steps were steady, as if everything was under his control.

He extended his hand, gently placing it on Zhou Ran’s shoulder, speaking mildly, "Brother Zhou, if a dog bites you, must you bite back?"

His voice was calm and steady, akin to the gentle spring breeze stirring the lake of Zhou Ran’s rage, creating ripples.

Hearing this, Zhou Ran was slightly shaken, his tumultuous emotions beginning to gradually subside.

He frowned slightly, annoyance still marking his face, but the rage that seemed to consume him eased a bit.

As a Nether Talisman Master, he was the only Third-grade Nether Talisman Master among the disciples of the Heavenly Nether Sect.

This identity had always filled him with pride, as though he stood at the pinnacle of the world.

Yet, unexpectedly, today he lost to Xu Wendong under everyone’s gaze.

This was a heavy blow, crushing his pride and ego.

"Brother Zhou, the Fourth-grade Talisman Papers you purchased from the Netherworld Pavilion, I don’t want them for free. I’m willing to pay a million Nether Crystals to buy them. This bet was spontaneous and doesn’t count." Xu Wendong’s voice was firm and sincere, leaving no room to doubt his sincerity.

As Xu Wendong finished speaking, not only was Zhou Ran taken aback, but also everyone around was shocked as if struck by an immobilization spell.

Their eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

With just a few words, he relieved Zhou Ran of a million Nether Crystals loss; such magnanimity was utterly astonishing.

The crowd secretly marveled at Xu Wendong’s broad-mindedness despite his youth, and they were filled with admiration.

Li Jiayin’s face was beaming with a smile as beautiful and captivating as spring blossoms.

She was extremely pleased with Xu Wendong’s behavior, her eyes glimmering with appreciation.

Although the bet had initially caused tension between Xu Wendong and Zhou Ran, creating an atmosphere that seemed ready to ignite, there was no real animosity between them, and Zhou Ran’s initial attitude towards Xu Wendong was still fairly decent.

Now that Xu Wendong took the initiative to defuse the conflict, turning hostility into friendship, it was indeed a great thing.

At this moment, Xu Wendong’s image became even grander in Li Jiayin’s heart.

"Junior Brother...you..." Zhou Ran’s voice trembled slightly, his nose tingling, and his eyes moist.

He never expected Xu Wendong to be so generous and broad-minded.

Despite having coveted Xu Wendong’s Painting Saint Carving Knife earlier, Xu Wendong bore no grudge and instead repaid animosity with kindness.

This generosity made Zhou Ran feel deeply ashamed and grateful!