Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain
Chapter 1121 - 1120: Broken Sword

Chapter 1121: Chapter 1120: Broken Sword

Hearing Lin Dong speak, Yun Ling pouted and said,

"Why do all of you always have to make such a big deal out of everything? What’s the problem? Is it a crime for me to wear some clothes now?"

"Seriously, I’m speechless. It’s because of people like you that I don’t want to stay in Dragon Country. I want to go study in Yinghua Country as soon as possible..."

Lin Dong looked at her provocatively and said coldly,

"If you want to study abroad in Yinghua Country, if you want to emigrate there, no one cares. Once you’re there, no one will oppose whatever you want to wear!"

"But here, in Dragon Country, in this Hero County where old heroes are everywhere, you can’t wear that!"

Wang Qiqi, standing beside him, pointed to a Martyrs’ Memorial Hall in the distance. In many county towns of Dragon Country, there is such a hall with a monument inscribed with names!

Each of them recounts once again the harm Yinghua Country has inflicted on our Dragon Country, and each of them tells the future generations four words—Never Forget National Humiliation!!!

Wang Qiqi, pointing to the Memorial Hall with some redness in her eyes, said,

"Yun Ling, do you know how many people are commemorated on the memorial’s inscriptions? There are over three thousand people with their names listed! And countless more unnamed ones!"

"Do you think, dressed like this under their gaze, are you worthy of the blood that flows in your veins?"

"Are you worthy of their sacrifices back then? Are you worthy of being their descendant?"

These serious questions left Yun Ling flushed and embarrassed, clearly wanting to argue but unable to find the words to do so.

In the end, all she could leave behind was, "I’m going to study in Yinghua Country anyway, and I will always stay in Yinghua Country forever. I don’t care about what you said."

After saying this, she walked toward the street ahead, unwilling to converse with Lin Dong and Wang Qiqi any longer.

Seeing this, Wang Qiqi sighed.

"I just can’t understand it, why are some people like this? Just because they watch some beautified anime, they think that country is heaven. They think their culture is superior to ours."

"But they never think, is it really as wonderful overseas as they imagine?"

Lin Dong also shook his head. In this day and age, there are more and more people like Yun Ling.

The three continued browsing the Witchcraft Gathering, when suddenly, upon approaching an old man’s stall, Lin Dong stopped in his tracks.

He looked at the old man’s stall and noticed many Elemental Witch collectables on display.

Among them, a Broken Sword caught Lin Dong’s attention.

Lin Dong sensed a strong Yin Energy within the Broken Sword.

"Old man, how much for this Short Sword?" Lin Dong asked the stall vendor.

As he spoke, the two people next to him, Wang Qiqi and Wang Cheng, both became curious.

They wondered why Brother Dong, amidst so many collectables, would choose to buy such a Broken Sword.

Moreover, the sword was already rusted with spots; what use could it have if purchased? Even as a collectable, it was too dirty.

It didn’t bear any patterns; it was just a common Iron Sword without any collectible value.

The old stall vendor clearly did not expect anyone to want to buy this Broken Sword.

This Broken Sword, which he had picked up, had been lying on his stall ignored until today, when someone finally asked about the price.

After hesitating a moment, the old man said, "Five hundred."

Lin Dong was stunned; five hundred wasn’t much at all. He readily nodded and said, "Okay."

However, at that moment, a poor Mandarin accent rang out.

"I’ll take the Broken Sword."

They saw a person dressed in an Onmyoji’s outfit from Yinghua Country coming over, his accent clearly that of Yinghua Country.

Clearly, it seemed to be an Onmyoji from Yinghua Country.

As he arrived, he too became interested in the Broken Sword Lin Dong had his eye on, and he had already picked it up, holding it in his hand.

Lin Dong frowned slightly and said sternly, "When buying things, there’s always a first-come-first-serve order, and I saw this Broken Sword first!"

The Onmyoji from Yinghua Country then looked over at Lin Dong, and upon seeing him, said, "I’ll pay you double the price."

He wanted to buy the Broken Sword at a high price.

However, as soon as he said this, the vendor selling the Broken Sword said, "Let go, let go of my thing. I’m not selling it to you!"

Said that, he tried to snatch the broken sword from the Onmyoji of Yinghua Country’s hand.

The Onmyoji from Yinghua Country said in a deep voice, "Won’t you make more money? I said, I will pay double the price!"

"Roll!" However, what replied to him was the old man’s domineering command, "I don’t care about your money! I don’t want to sell my things to people from Yinghua Country."

At this, he handed the broken sword to Lin Dong, laughingly said, "Guest, this broken sword is now yours. Still the original price, five hundred yuan!"

Seeing this, Lin Dong couldn’t help but laugh, "Old man, for your last sentence, I must pay more for this broken sword!"

"How about this, I will buy this broken sword from you for one million!"

Wow!

Upon hearing this, everyone around was stunned.

They looked at Lin Dong, thinking if he was a fool?

A five hundred yuan item, he actually said he would spend one million to buy it?

The stall vendor too was stunned, scratching his head and saying, "Guest, you really can make a joke, huh."

Lin Dong wasn’t joking with him.

In Lin Dong’s view, the value of the broken sword was far beyond this.

And Lin Dong was wealthy!

One million really wasn’t a big deal to him.

He spent money just like that, what does it matter if he spends a bit more on people he has a good feeling about?

Without another word, he directly said to the stall vendor, "Old man, give me your bank account number, I will transfer one million to you right now!"

"Er..." The stall vendor, half-believing, half-doubting, provided a bank card number.

Lin Dong transferred one million to him on the spot.

"Di–––" The stall vendor’s phone rang, he opened it and saw, it was an alert from the bank.

"Your debit card ending in 9593 on the 3rd of June received a cross-bank transfer of RMB 1000000.00..."

Seeing the bank message, the stall vendor even counted it in disbelief.

"Oh my God, it’s really one million!" He excitedly looked at Lin Dong, not knowing what to say.

Who could have thought, a broken sword picked up casually, he quoted five hundred, and the other party would spend one million to purchase it!

The other stall vendors seeing this scene, also looked on with envy.

Wang Cheng too was astounded, thinking Brother Dong really was rich. Casually, he spent one million for a broken sword!

As for the Onmyoji from Yinghua Country, his eyes, like those of a poisonous snake, coldly swept over Lin Dong once, then he left with a sneer.

After buying the broken sword for one million, the surrounding vendors all looked at Lin Dong with great enthusiasm.

"Guest, take a look at my things. Isn’t this sword better looking than the broken sword? Not expensive, just one million."

"Guest, have a look at this Fu Zuan from the Witch clan, it can exorcise demons and ghosts. Also for one million."

"Guest, want to learn witchcraft? Just a tuition fee of one million and I can teach you."

"..."

Lin Dong, listening to those vendors’ pitches, couldn’t help but roll his eyes repeatedly. Their things, it was all hanging a sheep’s head and selling dog meat.

What witch sword, what Witch Dao Fu Zuan, what witchcraft, all fake.

He couldn’t be bothered with them, and continued his stroll at the ’Witchcraft Gathering’.

He noticed, while walking around later, a pair of eyes were always staring at him.

That was indeed the Onmyoji from Yinghua Country he had encountered before.

He actually was relentless, secretly following Lin Dong.

The corner of Lin Dong’s mouth couldn’t help but reveal a hint of a cold smile, secretly said:

"You really are seeking death, daring to take advantage of me."