Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 444: The Prominent Clans Skilled in Both Letters and Arms

Chapter 444: Chapter 444: The Prominent Clans Skilled in Both Letters and Arms

The matter of the young people was something Zhou Houde and his wife couldn’t bother with. Watching their son and Fang Bai leave, they went back into the house to continue tidying up.

Although Fang Bai’s car wasn’t a luxury vehicle, it still made Zhou Dabai enviously run his hands all over it, expressing his admiration as he got in, saying, "Fang Bai, you’ve really struck it rich! I’ve decided to hang out with you from now on, you’ve got to cover for me!"

"Yeah, what’s mine will be yours! Don’t speak words of thanks; you deserve this!"

Fang Bai said earnestly.

"Psh, as if I’d be polite with you! Anyway, I’m counting on you for my luxury cars, beauties, and big villas. You have to lead me to wealth! Dammit, I will definitely buy a Ferrari one day and drive it out to pick up girls every day!"

Zhou Dabai chuckled and blabbered informally.

"If you want to pick up girls, first you’ve got to lose some of that fat on you!"

"I’m not fat; I’m plump! Plump, get it? Noble Consort Yang was praised for this beauty standard!"

"Alright, drive your car."

Zhou Dabai claimed he was a good driver, and it wasn’t just talk. After hitting the road, it only took him a few miles before he excitedly started to speed.

It wasn’t until the evening when Zhou Houde called the two to come back for dinner that Zhou Dabai reluctantly drove the car back.

"Dabai, after you get back to Zhongzhou, go buy a car for yourself, whatever kind you like! The money in the card I gave you should be enough!"

The sedan returned to where Zhou Dabai’s family lived, and when it stopped by the gate outside the courtyard, Fang Bai patted Zhou Dabai’s shoulder and said.

Fang Bai speaking earnestly, yet Zhou Dabai thought he was joking, and so he jested back, "I was actually thinking of buying a Ferrari... hahaha..."

He laughed a few times, but seeing Fang Bai looking at him seriously, his expression gradually became somber, asking, "How much money is in that card...?"

"One hundred million!"

"What?"

Zhou Dabai was so shocked he stood up from the driver’s seat but accidentally bumped into the roof of the car with an "Ouch" before sitting back down, holding his head.

"Keep the money and spend it slowly; for now, don’t tell Uncle Zhou and Auntie."

Fang Bai whispered, then got out of the car alongside Zhou Dabai, walking shoulder to shoulder into the yard.

Zhou Dabai’s mind was almost blank at this moment, with the words "one hundred million" echoing incessantly in his ears.

"Dabai, what’s the matter with you?"

After entering the yard and seeing her son in a daze as if possessed, Wu Yufen asked with concern.

"Auntie, Dabai hasn’t touched a car for a long time, he just drove my car out for a spin, he’s excited, that’s all! Right, Dabai?"

As he said this, he gave Zhou Dabai a meaningful look, and Zhou Dabai snapped out of it, quickly saying, "Yes, yes! Excited... Excited..."

After finishing his words, he rushed to the tap, washed his face with cold water to calm his mind down, and then turned around and said, "Mom, after going back to Zhongzhou, I want to buy a car..."

"Buy... buy your head off!"

Wu Yufen rolled her eyes at her son and said irritably, "Our family is buried in debt and you’re still thinking about buying a car? Let me tell you, the money for repaying the debt is considered borrowed from Fang Bai, and we must pay it back! Go find a job after you return, work hard to earn money, and stop daydreaming! Got it?"

"If you do not get your act together after returning, I’ll break your legs!"

Zhou Houde also puffed up his beard and glared, chiming in to scold their son along with his wife.

Fang Bai saw Zhou Dabai being scolded by his parents until he was downcast and with a sorrowful face, and couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter.

That night, Fang Bai took Zhou Dabai to a nearby hotel to stay for the night and performed the Marrow Cleansing for him, improving his physique.

Unfortunately, Zhou Dabai did not possess an Innate Spiritual Root, so if he wished to set foot on the path of Martial Dao, he would have to wait until Fang Bai’s realm advanced enough to refine elixirs that could improve one’s physique.

The next day, before dawn, Zhou Dabai left the hotel and went to the city center with his parents to sightsee.

Shortly after Zhou Dabai left, Ghost Hand Feng Chen arrived in Jinling from Zhongzhou and met up with Fang Bai at the hotel.

Around eight in the morning, Qin Yaorao called Fang Bai and told him she was waiting for him outside the gates of the Qin Family Manor in the West Suburb of Jinling, urging Fang Bai to make sure to arrive before nine o’clock.

The Jinling Qin Family is a household renowned throughout Huaxia for scholarly achievements, and it is also one of the Prominent Clans with Ancient Martial inheritance. In Huaxia, it is one of the rare families that excel in both literature and martial arts.

The Qin Family members are well-learned and have outstanding literary talents. Many of them hold important positions in universities and colleges across Huaxia, and numerous high officials and influential figures in all sectors of Huaxia are their disciples.

It could be said that in the realm of education in Huaxia, the Jinling Qin Family holds a unique position, with an influence that is unrivaled.

By comparison, although the Qin Family is also an Ancient Martial family, it has never had a Martial Dao Genius emerge, which is why its influence within the Ancient Martial World is much weaker.

In this world where strength represents greater say and influence, the Qin Family recognized its weakness, hence the reason it sought an alliance with Misty Rain Tower—to use the influence of this famous Ancient Martial family in Huaxia to strengthen their own influence.

The location of the Qin Family Manor, apparently chosen by a master of feng shui, is nestled against the mountains, near the water, bathed in abundant sunlight, and has excellent feng shui.

In the eyes of Fang Bai, a Martial Artist, the Essence Energy in this area was much more abundant than in other places. It was an ideal place for cultivating oneself and a suitable place for prolonged residence.

A few hundred meters from the entrance of the Qin Family Manor, by the roadside, there was a small pavilion in the classical style. At this moment, Qin Yaorao was sitting there alone, her face etched with worry.

The trees surrounding the pavilion were dotted with figures—these were the Qin Family’s bodyguards, carrying out their protective duties.

"There are only five minutes left until eight o’clock, why hasn’t he arrived yet?"

Qin Yaorao glanced at the time on her watch with a look of anxiety, frequently turning her head to peek at the gates of her family’s manor, fearing her parents would send someone to urge her to return.

The representatives of the Misty Rain Tower’s Wen Family had arrived at the Qin Family half an hour earlier and were speaking with Qin Yaorao’s parents; they were discussing the marriage arrangement between Qin Yaorao and Wen Shiba.

Actually, when Qin Yaorao was twelve years old, the Wen Family had already provided a betrothal gift to the Qin Family, finalizing this marriage. At that time, Qin Yaorao was, in name, already the fiancée of Wen Shiba, a bride-to-be not yet wed into the Wen Family.

Now, the Wen and Qin families were discussing setting a date to hold a grand wedding for Wen Shiba and Qin Yaorao, to have them officially married.

In the previous encounters with Wen Shiba, he had been aggressively forward, while Qin Yaorao often responded with silence to express her resistance, leaving both parties dissatisfied in the end.

When disputes occasionally arose, Qin Yaorao could see a kind of frustrated anger in Wen Shiba’s eyes, an anger born from a loss of control, from not being able to dominate.

Just now, when the Wen Family people arrived, Qin Yaorao had made an excuse to leave, and as she passed by Wen Shiba, she saw on his handsome face, which nonetheless disgusted her, a triumphant expression typical of a victor. (PS: Please vote!!)