Invincible Divine Doctor of the Beautiful Lady-Chapter 767 - 741: Inner Sect Disciple Dong Zinian

"You also want ten, alright, alright."

"What, you want a hundred, big spender, huh? But I like it."

"What? You only want one? Fine, one it is then, off you go."

"Are you kidding? You only have nine Tempering Spirit Pills and you want to buy one? What did you say, that we could be friends? Cough, girl, how can you do that. Ah well, seeing as you’re a girl, bro will make an exception this time, here’s one for you."

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Liang Youshan couldn’t close his mouth from all the smiling, it was practically a cash grab, with pure white Tempering Spirit Pills flowing into his pocket like the waters of the Yangtze River.

This delightful feeling was hard to understand unless experienced personally.

The business was booming beyond Tangyu’s earlier expectations; it seemed that there were quite a few wealthy Outer Sect disciples. But then again, that’s not surprising considering there are over 20,000 Outer Sect disciples. Many of them were even born and raised in Myriad Saints Valley, with generations being disciples. Such forces accounted for a significant portion of Myriad Saints Valley’s power, even dominating a large part of it. Disciples of these forces were naturally not short on money.

And there were quite a few from some prominent Ancient Martial Arts Families; these folks weren’t poor either.

Hu Yaomei stood beside Tangyu, continuously tempting him with her provocative figure. Just by standing there, without making any expression or taking any action, she exuded a wave of seduction.

Tangyu was somewhat puzzled in his heart—was this Fairy doing it on purpose or intentionally? What was she aiming for? Could it be that she wanted to hit on him?

Although he was no gentleman, he wasn’t someone a girl could just chase if she wanted to. Just because she was a bit pretty and alluring, did she think she could win him over? No way, he, Tangyu, wasn’t that kind of guy. The word ’dignified’ wasn’t only exclusive to the ladies. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Tangyu, are you hot?" Hu Yaomei blew a breath towards Tangyu, soft and enchanting, stirring the heart.

She was almost sticking herself onto Tangyu’s body, a real Fairy, absolutely more enchanting than Su Yaoji. With such a bold flirtation, Tangyu felt his self-esteem seriously provoked and almost wanted to correct her on the spot, wondering if this Fairy would dare to be so arrogant then?

If she kept it up, would she believe that she couldn’t leave the bed for three days?

Not to brag, but when it comes to his prowess with his ’iron lance,’ Tangyu was quite confident. Joking aside, even Lin Feifei and Guo Momo had their turns and were defeated under him, beaten and stripped off their armors. As for handling this one woman, how could she possibly get off the bed?

Seeing the imminent ’weapon’ before his eyes, Tangyu couldn’t help but swallow in secret: "Hot, definitely hot."

"Hehehe, want Big Sis to help you cool down?" Hu Yaomei wore a look full of coquetry.

Tangyu appeared curious: "How would you do that?"

Hu Yaomei gave a seductive laugh: "You know what I mean."

Tangyu glanced at Hu Yaomei, his face lighting up as if realizing something, then suddenly pounced on her like lightning, wrapping his arms around her and going straight for her lips. Damn it, you said I’d understand, right? Well then, let’s understand it properly for once.

Hu Yaomei was startled by Tangyu’s sudden assault, letting out a soft cry, and somehow, with an unexpected burst of strength, she pushed Tangyu away. She reeled back a couple of steps like a slippery eel, eerily escaping from Tangyu’s clutches. Her movement technique was indeed not bad.

Having pounced on nothing, Tangyu was greatly disappointed, biting his teeth in secret frustration, feeling too careless. Too careless indeed; he hadn’t expected Hu Yaomei to have such a powerful reactive ability, her movements were impressively evasive.

"Yo, Tangyu, you’re pretty bold, huh? Quite the player," Hu Yaomei teased even more as she laughed.

Tangyu pouted and replied: "If you dare to play, why wouldn’t I? I’m a grown man, how bad could playing get me? At most, we do a few more hundred-million transactions. What we don’t lack is that thing, endless supply. I’m telling you, Hu Yaomei, don’t provoke me. A starved wolf who can’t find satisfaction, you can’t handle him. When he really goes wild, you won’t be able to withstand it."

"You’re bad, I don’t even understand what you’re saying," Hu Yaomei retorted coyly, but at this point, she had become somewhat restrained, not daring to tease Tangyu any further.

Watching this left Tangyu feeling somewhat itchy inside, contemplating whether he could take this Fairy down.

No, that’s not right, the question should be, does he even want to take this Fairy down?

Dilemma. The pain of being a man, the difficulty of being an outstanding one.

As for matters of the heart, well, Tangyu didn’t really have much time to consider them for the moment.

"Hmm?" Tangyu’s brow suddenly furrowed because the boisterous scene had unexpectedly quietened down, and it was a silence that felt somewhat oppressive.

Tangyu’s gaze swiftly shifted away from a certain part of Hu Yaomei’s body, and he lifted his eyes to look ahead, only to see the crowd parting. A group of lavishly dressed young men were striding towards them with great haste, and leading them was a handsome man around his thirties, boasting a look that would make even men envious and jealous. His extraordinary presence naturally commanded fear and respect.

There were about a dozen people in this group, and upon seeing them, all the guests swiftly made way, retreating to the side as if they were terrified of offending these seemingly significant individuals.

Each of these men had an extraordinary aura, none looking like ordinary folk.

His brisk business having been so abruptly interrupted, Liang Youshan was considerably upset. However, upon seeing the group, he took a great fright, his face going pale as he scurried behind Tangyu, as if seeing a ghost. The bravado he had just a moment ago was instantly shattered.

"It’s Dong Zinian, Dong Ziqi’s older brother," Liang Youshan whispered nervously to Tangyu.

Actually, Tangyu didn’t need Liang Youshan to tell him; he had already guessed that the man with a powerful aura must be an Inner Sect Disciple, definitely a master of the Earthly Realm. Just from that aura, Tangyu knew the man before him was far beyond his own ability to confront.

But Tangyu was not afraid, for although he was outmatched in strength, he had his own resources. If he were willing to use a few Talisman Treasures, it might not be impossible to kill this Dong Zinian.

At most, it would cost him some blood. But if truly pushed into a corner, Tangyu would naturally not care anymore. Even the best treasures were there to save one’s life. In a critical moment, it would be worth it even if he had to use up all his Talisman Treasures.

After all, Tangyu was starting to have the mindset of a rich man now, not caring about the expense.

Talisman Treasures spent could be bought again. If there was one thing he had in abundance, it was Spirit Stones.

With this kind of confidence, Tangyu naturally wouldn’t be overwhelmed by Dong Zinian’s presence and instead watched him coolly.

Dong Zinian quickly approached Tangyu, his face stern and his eyes flickering with a terrifying intent to kill, as though his gaze alone could kill a man. That look alone was enough to reveal his boundless rage. From his eyes, one could see his anger burning, reaching an essentially inextinguishable level.

The few men behind Dong Zinian were clearly members of the Morning Sun Hall, each a prominent figure within the Outer Sect. The stature of this group was truly immense. They attracted countless onlookers.

Many people’s eyes fell on Tangyu, and they were all curious as to how this guy had managed to provoke an Inner Sect Disciple, and to cause such a major commotion at that. From this, one could tell just how frightening Dong Zinian’s anger had become.

The situation today was clearly not going to be easily resolved.

Hu Yaomei’s expression also turned unusually solemn. Even facing an Inner Sect Disciple, she did not show much fear.

Dong Zinian was indeed extremely angry, his fury ablaze to his forehead. His only beloved younger brother, the one he cherished the most, had been beaten up to the point of being unrecognizable. Although there was no concern for his life, such an incident had completely crossed his bottom line, a significant provocation against his dignity.

In the Outer Sect, who didn’t know Dong Ziqi was his brother?

Over the years, no one had dared to touch his brother, but Tangyu had, and with such a brutal method. How could Dong Zinian tolerate this?

So the moment he received the news, he immediately left his seclusion and came here directly, intent on confrontation.

If he didn’t take revenge for this incident, what authority would he have left? Could the dignity of an Inner Sect Disciple be challenged by an Outer Sect Disciple?

Could anyone truly bear Dong Zinian’s wrath?

Dong Zinian’s furiously cold gaze was fixed on Tangyu, and he said icily, "Don’t say I’m bullying you too much. I’ll give you a chance. Kneel down and knock your head on the ground a hundred times to apologize to my brother; then sever your own arms, and after someone slaps you a hundred times, you can crawl out of the Outer Sect. That way, you might save your dog’s life. Otherwise, hmph, your end will be very miserable, so much so that even you can’t imagine it. Those who dare to provoke me never end well."

At that moment, Dong Zinian stood like a supreme ruler, proclaiming the fate of others, his presence overwhelming.

But he had the strength to back that up.

In the Ancient Martial World, everything was determined by strength. If you had the power, you naturally could speak in such a manner.

Without strength, such words were mere boasting, likely to bite one’s own tongue, and one would just end up mercilessly beaten. But obviously, Dong Zinian belonged to the former category. To him, the disciples of the Outer Sect were very weak, with no power to resist.

Faced with such accusations, Tangyu also became furious, his anger boiling over like a volcanic eruption. The more pressure he faced, the stronger his defiance—such was Tangyu.

Tangyu snorted back fearlessly and retorted, "Hmph, such ’merciful’ words, so high and mighty. Should I really ’prostrate myself in worship’ and thank you for not killing me? To hell with that, I’ll spit in your face. I’ve always been very scholarly, always taking elegance as the standard for my behavior, but today you’ve really angered me. Please forgive my outburst and this one instance of wanton recklessness. As for my cultivation, I just want to say, go to hell. Today, let’s have a good long fight for three hundred rounds, to curse to my heart’s content, until the sky darkens, and the earth trembles."