Miracle Doctor Baby

Chapter 1922: Chapter 139: Han Clan Members

”The people at the Underground Trading Ground aren’t fools. Do you really think they’ll let you leave and come back to cause trouble once you’re ready? You’re so naive!” Mo Jiuli said with a faint smile.

”That’s right, if you can’t prove this elixir is fake today, then nobody leaves!” Wenyan, the middle-aged man at the Underground Trading Ground, snapped back coldly, glaring at the others.

As the middle-aged man’s words fell, the Divine Sense locking on to the people in black clothes became even more pronounced. It was clear that if the opposing party left, they would be wiped out...

The man in black clothes glared at Mo Jiuli with a look that, if it could kill, would have ended Mo Jiuli a hundred thousand times over!

However, to Mo Jiuli, his glare was completely harmless; she didn’t care for his murderous look...

”We are members of the Han Clan!” The man in black clothes looked angrily at the Blue clothes middle-aged man at the Underground Trading Ground’s booth and said.

”What? Han Clan members?” The Blue clothes middle-aged man was stunned upon hearing this, and said in shock.

The surrounding crowd gasped, each retreating a step back, looking at the people in black clothes with alarm, as if they had a deep fear of Han Clan members...

”Hmph... Can I leave now?” The man in black clothes was very satisfied with the crowd’s apprehension, and asked the Blue clothes middle-aged man.

”You all...”

”What’s this Han Clan thing?” Mo Jiuli asked the Blue clothes middle-aged man.

”The Han Clan is the sole lineage of the Divine Clan on the Zhushen Continent. They possess the Divine Clan’s bloodline, and comprehension of the Divine Mark is very easy for them. Almost all Han Clan members become gods by ages of ten thousand, making them one of the families with the most deified members! Therefore, on the Zhushen Continent, the Han Clan’s power is the greatest...” The Blue clothes middle-aged man said, somewhat apprehensively, looking at the people in black clothes.

”Becoming gods by ten thousand years? Is that impressive?” Mo Jiuli asked, somewhat speechlessly.

”That refers to how Han Clan members at the latest will comprehend the Divine Mark and become gods by ten thousand years. Some with higher talent may become gods much earlier! However, amongst countless families on the Zhushen Continent, the Han Clan has the most who become gods, so...” The Blue clothes middle-aged man explained to Mo Jiuli.

”So, to put it bluntly, they’re just bullies relying on their clan’s might. Since many in their clan become gods, they come out to intimidate others like a fox exploiting a tiger’s power. Whoever offends them will get retaliated against when their divine clan members descend to the Zhushen Continent, right?” Mo Jiuli said with disdain, looking at the people in black clothes.

Hearing this, no one spoke, because Mo Jiuli was entirely correct; the reason people feared Han Clan members so much was that their descendants liked to flaunt themselves outside, and if anyone was unlucky enough to offend them, they’d go back to their family to complain...

When the divine members of their family descended, they’d have the opportunity to annihilate those adversaries overnight, even for mere verbal disputes, ending in families being wiped out for offending Han Clan members...

Over time, people on the Zhushen Continent learned to stay away from Han Clan members, afraid of inviting disaster upon their own families...

”Who are you calling a bully?” The man in black clothes glared furiously at Mo Jiuli and said.

”I’m talking about whoever it applies to. Without a powerful clan behind you, would you dare to be this arrogant? Would you dare to covet this Underground Trading Market?” Mo Jiuli glanced at him and asked.

”I have a family, do you?” The man in black clothes replied proudly.

”I don’t need one,” she said calmly.

”Hmph, I see you’re courting death! You better hide here for the rest of your life, or the moment you step out of here, I’ll make sure you die without a proper burial!” The man in black clothes coldly sneered, glaring at Mo Jiuli.