The Divine Urban Physician

Chapter 1440: Fighting With Words

Chapter 1440: Fighting With Words Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“This is the Blood Saint Demon Contract, which was passed down by the Blood Saint Demon countless years ago. It has the ability to connect with the Heavenly Dao!”

“Once you and I use our blood essence to confirm the contract, whoever breaks the contract will be severely injured by the contract!”

“The contents of this contract are that you voluntarily requested the Soul Race to allow you to enter the forbidden area and challenge the formation to pick the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Dragon Herb. If you succeed, we will allow you to take it and leave her unharmed. However, if you fail, you will die here, and no one here can be blamed for your death. Also, no one is allowed to save you.”

This old man was even more shrewd than the Beigong family’s Grand Elders. With the contract signed, The Myriad Swords Palace could simply present this contract to absolve themselves of any guilt and responsibility.

The contract seemed fair, but in reality, they wanted to kill Ye Chen!

In the Lingwu Continent, justice would be on the side of whoever was stronger!

“Good. The terms of the contract are fine by me!”

Ye Chen ignored the first half of the contract and perused the second half of the contract, which said that if he successfully plucked the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Dragon Herb, the ancestor of the Soul Race was not allowed to harm him.

That was the only condition that mattered. After all, everyone here was underestimating him and expecting him to die.

As long as the old man did not take action, Ye Chen was confident that he would be able to escape the Soul Race’s territory after obtaining the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Dragon Herb.

Ye Chen casually forced out a drop of blood essence, which floated over and landed on the contract. The contract immediately started glowing and unleashed a pillar of light that seemed to reach the heavens.

This pillar of light lasted a full ten seconds before it dissipated. As the motes of light scattered, they slowly flowed into the bodies of Ye Chen and the ancestor of the Soul Race.

The contract had been signed, with the Heavenly Dao bearing witness.

If either of them violated the contract, they would be struck by Heavenly Tribulation, which corresponded to the cultivation level of the person bearing it. Ye Chen might be able to withstand it. As for the Soul Patriarch, he was already severely injured. Once he violated the contract, he would probably be destroyed by the Heavenly Tribulation!

“You’re brave, kid, but I hope you’ll be smarter in your next life!”

When the Soul Race’s ancestor saw the contract dissipate and scatter, the corners of his lips curled into a smile. It was as if he could already envision the scene of Ye Chen’s death.

Furthermore, anyone who dared to save Ye Chen would also be attacked by the contract, whether it was Venerable Immortal Qing Jian, Venerable Immortal Ling Yun, or the Creation realm Grand Elders of the Beigong family.

From the looks of things, Ye Chen was facing certain death!

How could the Soul Race’s ancestor not be happy when in this situation?

The hatred in his heart, and the humiliation the Soul Race had suffered would all be avenged today!

“Old man, don’t count your chickens before they hatch.”

“Once I obtain the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Dragon Herb, all you’ll be left with is regret!”

“Oh right, I’m pretty good at reading fortunes, and I can tell that you don’t have long to live.”

Ye Chen was not afraid of the Soul Race’s ancestor. He even deliberately rolled his eyes at the old man before finding a place to sit down. Then, he meditated to recover to his peak condition.

“Brat, you’re pretty good at spouting nonsense, huh?

“Let me tell you something. My understanding of our forbidden area far surpasses yours. Even if an expert far stronger than you attempts to challenge it, they will fail and die!”

The ancestor of the Soul Race was somewhat furious. This little brat, who was about to die, actually dared to scold him?

“Angry? Attack me then!”

Ye Chen spread his hands and said with a smile, “We just signed the contract, so you can’t lay a hand on me. You can try, but I don’t think you’ll dare to do it.”

“Once you make a move, the heavenly tribulation will descend, and you’ll die.”

“Then, I’ll join forces with the Beigong family and destroy the Soul Race’s territory, and all of the treasures, artifacts, and pills here will be divided between us!”

He deliberately looked at Beigong Hongtian and smiled. “Beigong Hongtian, what do you think? Isn’t this a good deal? There’s at least one spacetime artifact and a dozen Dao Integration-grade artifacts around here. If you attack them, I’ll put in a good word to the Myriad Swords Palace for you.”

“There’s no need!” Beigong Hongtian seemed to refuse on the surface, but he looked at the Soul Race’s ancestor with a meaningful gaze. After all, the Beigong family was the one in the best position in this situation. Regardless of whether Ye Chen or the Soul Race emerged victorious, they would still earn some benefits.

“Hmph!”

The Soul Race’s ancestor slammed the table. However, no matter how angry he was, he could only endure it. He had not expected the contract he devised to become a tool for this ant to insult him at will.

Ye Shitian, this little b*stard… not only was he vicious, but he was also capable!

The Soul Race’s ancestor glanced at Beigong Hongtian, secretly on guard.

Although he was in a cooperative relationship with Beigong Hongtian, they were not allies. As long as the benefits were great enough, allies could bite each other in the back, so he had to avoid being backstabbed by this greedy ‘ally’.

“Cough cough!”

“That’s enough talking. Time’s up. It’s time for you to challenge the formation!”

“Are you stalling for time? Does this mean you’re afraid?”

Ye Chen closed his eyes and showed no intention of moving.

“Since I said that I will challenge the formation, I will. I don’t need you to tell me how or when!”

“If you can’t wait, why don’t you take a nap and congratulate me on getting past the formation once you wake up?”

When the Soul Race’s ancestor heard Ye Chen’s words, his face darkened. However, there was no specific time mentioned in the contract, so what else could he do?

“I’d like to see how long you can drag this out, you little brat,” he said coldly as he waved his sleeves in disgust.

Ye Chen still did not move. He merely said calmly, “It seems you’re really anxious to lose.”

Hearing this, the Soul Race’s ancestor was so angry that he was about to explode. He had always been the one taunting others. When had there ever been a time when others taunted him?!

Such a hateful little b*stard!

Could this brat not die quietly?