Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain
Chapter 1842 - 1841 Python King

Chapter 1842: Chapter 1841 Python King

Ye Men’s father and son descended the dark stairway.

"Boom~~~" As they stepped inside, oil lamps flared to life.

Then Ye Long was horrified to discover that the path they tread was strewn with bones.

And they were all human bones.

He practiced the cultivation method known as ’Blood Catastrophe,’ which was a lost Blood Clan secret method. Cultivating such a method naturally demanded cruelty, often requiring the consumption of fresh blood.

So, he had killed many people along the way. But even such a ruthless person was still shocked by the scene on the ground.

Bones piled into a path, it was astounding and terrifying.

Moreover, while Ye Long was cruel, he only killed martial artists, yet the bones on the ground included everyone.

They included common people, martial artists, of all ages, and both genders.

Moreover, there were countless bones.

Ye Long couldn’t help but swallow his saliva in such an environment, appearing somewhat fearful.

Ye Men naturally wouldn’t be like this. He had traversed the Martial Arts World for years and had seen corpse mountains and blood seas.

So these bones on the ground were not enough to shock him at all.

The father and son walked upon the white bones towards the front and soon arrived at a great hall.

Inside the hall, the floor was also covered with bones, and an elderly man as dry as a skeleton sat cross-legged atop the bone-piled mound.

Not far from him, there was a pool. That pool wasn’t a swimming pool but a blood pond filled with fresh blood.

Around the blood pond, various runes were drawn, bearing resemblance to the Dragon Country’s Witch Text, yet with noticeable differences.

Those were runes improved upon by the black-robed Ajarn Sorcerers using Witch Text.

Upon witnessing this, Ye Long’s face grew even uglier, maintaining a facade of calm, but his slightly trembling legs betrayed his internal fear.

Suddenly, the dried elder Python King sitting atop the bone-piled mound abruptly opened his eyes.

His eyes were deeply terrifying, emitting light akin to the Nine Gates of Hell.

Ye Long only met his eyes for a second before dizziness struck him, as though his soul was being dragged into the eighteen layers of hell.

Ye Men snorted coldly, saying, "Python King, is this your way of greeting guests? As soon as we arrive, you intimidate my son?"

With his cold snort, his breath enveloped his son Ye Long.

Instantly, Ye Long felt as if he was pulled back from the Nine Gates of Hell, becoming entirely lucid, with the dizziness vanishing.

But at this moment, he dared not meet the eyes of the dried elder Python King again.

The Python King stood up from the bones at this moment and coughed, spitting out a mass of black thick liquid.

Within that thick liquid were tiny snakes, no thicker than strands of hair. They writhed in the liquid he expelled, like worms in a dung pit.

But these hair-thin snakes were far more terrifying than worms. They were filled with extreme poison and destructive power.

When they stained the white bones on the ground, within moments, they bore countless holes into them, and the white bones were dyed black by their venom.

Then the Python King cackled, slowly speaking: "Welcome, Ye Men, Alliance Hierarch of the Nanyang Martial Union, to visit my Python King’s Spirit Cave."

Ye Long felt a wave of nausea. He regretted following his father here, realizing this kind of occasion and conversation with such big shots were not meant for him at all.

His rank was still far too low!

He had initially thought that with his peak Half-Step Earth Realm martial artist strength, he should be able to see some sights.

Little did he expect that just seeing the Python King caused him discomfort.

He might even have nightmares afterward.

Seeing his son’s performance, Ye Men slightly frowned.

Then he looked at the dried elder and casually said, "Python King, let’s cut the chatter short. I came to discuss matters of cooperation between the Nanyang Martial Union and the Brahman."

"The collaboration between our Nanyang Martial Union and your Brahman is not a problem, but the first matter is for the Brahman to cooperate with our Nanyang Martial Union against the Dan Alliance!"

"Two days later, the Dan Alliance will hold a major engagement banquet, I want Brahman’s people to join our Nanyang Martial Union in launching an attack against the Dan Alliance during this banquet."

"I want Qin Feng dead!"

Upon hearing this, the Python King cackled: "Ye Men, regarding the Dan Alliance, our Brahman’s stance is to directly extinguish it."

"The Dan Alliance’s growth has been too rapid, just like the Dragon Country’s Master Lin. Such individuals and forces don’t belong in this world."

"Previously, our Sect Leader wanted to join forces with the Nanyang Martial Union to act against the Dan Alliance, but sadly, Ye Men, kept delaying. Previously, he even wanted to unite with the Dan Alliance, so why the sudden change of heart now?"

"Hehe, we’re slightly worried that this might be a scheme set by you and Qin Feng."

Upon hearing this, Ye Men laughingly said: "Python King sure loves to joke, how could this possibly be a scheme set by Qin Feng and me?"

"That Qin Feng completely disregarded me. A few days ago, I brought my son to propose marriage to Qin Feng, wanting my son to marry his younger sister Qin Yitian. But Qin Feng refused me and even at the scene, betrothed his sister to merely a Sect Master martial artist."

"This is blatant humiliation, and do you think I can stand for this?"

"Now, I only want Qin Feng to pay a heavy price!"

Upon hearing this, the Python King cackled internally, thinking: "Ye Men truly is small-minded, being provoked by merely a broken engagement."

"Nonetheless, he has prepared well. If his son could ally with Qin Feng’s younger sister, then their Nanyang Martial Union would unite with the Dan Alliance. If not, they seek the alliance of us Brahman."

"Regardless, he doesn’t lose... but such fence-sitters, cackle, won’t end well."

The Python King exuded coldness internally but showed no hint of it on his face.

Instead, he said: "Ye Men, we also received intelligence regarding the broken engagement."

"We also obtained another piece of intelligence, that Qin Feng’s potential brother-in-law named Dong Lin is an exceptionally gifted person in refining medicinal talent."

"His refining talent is identical to what Qin Feng demonstrated in the past."

"Moreover, we’ve received word that Qin Feng is ready to pour resources into nurturing his potential brother-in-law."

"In less than ten years, perhaps their Dan Alliance will produce another Alchemy King like Qin Feng. By then, haha, perhaps even united, Brahman and the Nanyang Martial Union won’t be a match for the Dan Alliance."

"What?" Upon hearing this, Ye Long’s heart grew increasingly jealous.

He didn’t know about Dong Lin’s refining talent at all now.

Having listened to the Python King, suddenly feeling defeated, his jealousy and hatred towards Lin Dong intensified.

"I must personally kill that Dong Lin!"