Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 730: A Fist is the Reason!

Chapter 730: Chapter 730: A Fist is the Reason!

""I can take you across the lake, but there’s a rule I need to make clear beforehand: transporting passengers in our wooden boats requires payment,"

the boatman said with a smile.

"Payment?"

Long Jingtian was taken aback, as he hadn’t considered this issue. He frowned and asked, "How much is the payment? How much do we need to pay to cross the lake just once?"

The boatman shook his head and said, "In the Hidden Sect World, practicing martial arts is a custom, and martial prowess is honored. We martial artists have little interest in gold and silver wealth. If the two of you wish to cross the lake, the fare for each person is one hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicine! For two people to cross, the fare is two hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicines... A pair of two hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicines will also suffice!"

"A hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicine?"

Long Jingtian exclaimed in shock.

Spiritual Medicine usually refers to herbs that are over a hundred years old. Such herbs, born from absorbing the Heaven and Earth Origin Energy, possess a hint of sentience. After consumption, they can aid martial artists in their cultivation, achieving twice the results with half the effort.

Long Jingtian knew about Spiritual Medicine and understood its extreme rarity, something money couldn’t buy.

At the Dragon Guard headquarters, there were some Spiritual Medicines stored with an age of about one to two hundred years, used to assist the core members of the Dragon Guard in their cultivation.

Long Jingtian could never have imagined that the boatman would ask for two hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicines right off the bat. It was an outrageous demand. It wasn’t just that Long Jingtian didn’t carry any on him—even if he did, he wouldn’t be willing to give them to the boatman.

"That’s right, if the two of you can’t produce the payment, then I’m afraid I’ll have to leave,"

said the boatman, who was also a pragmatic man. Sensing no aura of martial artists emanating from Fang Bai and Long Jingtian’s attire, he guessed they were ordinary people from the secular world who had stumbled into the Hidden Sect World by mistake. They were unlikely to possess Spiritual Medicine, so he didn’t bother to converse further and started to prepare his oar for departure.

"Hold on! We will pay the fare,"

Fang Bai declared, and miraculously produced a stalk of Spiritual Medicine in his hand, waving it at the boatman.

The medicine’s age exceeded two hundred years, its Essence Energy fluctuations detectable even from a distance. Seeing this, the boatman’s eyes brightened. He quickly steered the wooden boat to shore and said enthusiastically, "Please, get on board!"

"Brother Fang, Spiritual Medicines are precious. How can you bear to give it to him? Let’s take a detour... it will just take a bit more time,"

Long Jingtian advised in a low voice.

Fang Bai smiled and said, "Don’t worry, I have plenty of this kind of Spiritual Medicine! Brother Long, let’s board the wooden boat!"

Upon hearing Fang Bai say, "I have plenty of this kind of Spiritual Medicine," Long Jingtian was momentarily stunned. He then sighed and followed Fang Bai onto the wooden boat.

"Please sit tight,"

the boatman said with a smile, and then put forth his strength into his arms, rowing the oars. The wooden boat quickly moved away from the shore and sped toward the opposite side of the lake like an arrow.

"How did you two from the secular world end up in our Hidden Sect World?"

During the journey, the boatman made small talk.

Fang Bai replied cheerfully, "We got here by sheer coincidence, you could say it was a mistake!"

"By the sound of it, you two seem to be aware of the Hidden Sect World’s existence?"

the boatman asked again.

Fang Bai replied, "We’ve heard about it and know a little bit."

"Where did you get the Spiritual Medicine you have with you?"

the boatman continued to inquire.

Fang Bai answered, "I stumbled upon it in the secular world. I heard from people in the Secular Ancient Martial World that such Spiritual Medicine is invaluable, so I’ve always kept it with me."

"Indeed... this Spiritual Medicine of yours must be over two hundred years old. Although it doesn’t count as rare in the Hidden Sect World, for Martial Artists from the Secular Ancient Martial World, it is priceless!"

The boatman spoke, his gaze resting on the Spiritual Medicine in Fang Bai’s hands, a curious smile spreading across his face. He asked, "In the Hidden Sect World, where Martial Artists are numerous, are you two not afraid?"

Long Jingtian replied, "Afraid of what?"

The boatman said, "People from the Hidden Sects value Spiritual Medicine as much as life itself. Aren’t you afraid of being robbed since you possess Spiritual Medicine?"

Fang Bai and Long Jingtian both caught a gleam of ferocity in the boatman’s eyes. They exchanged glances and burst into loud laughter.

"What are you laughing at?"

The boatman asked in an unfriendly tone.

Long Jingtian said, "People from the Hidden Sects still have to be reasonable, right? Why should others rob us of our possessions?"

The boatman laughed as well, revealing a set of yellow teeth and eyes flashing with cunning. He said, "To the people of the Hidden Sects, fists make the rules! If they like something, they’ll just take it by force!"

As he spoke, his previously somewhat stooped back slowly straightened, his originally amiable smile contorting into something fierce, as he said coldly, "Surely, you have more than just this one Spiritual Medicine on you. Hand them over obediently, and I’ll spare your lives; otherwise... this lake will be your burial ground!"

He had thought Fang Bai and Long Jingtian were ordinary secular people who would turn pale and tremble with fear when threatened, readily handing over their Spiritual Medicine. But instead of showing fear, they looked at him as if he were a fool.

"You, hand over the Spiritual Medicine you hold!"

The boatman dropped his oar and lunged forward, aiming a palm at Fang Bai’s shoulder while reaching for the two-hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicine in Fang Bai’s hand.

He was a Profound Level Martial Artist, striking with incredible speed. It seemed he would not only snatch the Spiritual Medicine but also send Fang Bai plunging into the lake with a single palm strike.

"Scram!"

As the boatman’s figure pounced close to Fang Bai, he was unexpectedly kicked in the face by Long Jingtian, who was sitting next to Fang Bai.

With Long Jingtian being a Heaven Level Martial Artist, the force of his kick was immense—enough to shatter even a boulder.

Crack—

A crisp sound rang out as the boatman’s facial bones shattered under the kick. He grunted and flew up high before falling into the lake, never to resurface.

"A mere Profound Level Martial Artist daring to rob us, courting death!"

Long Jingtian dusted off his foot and murmured to himself. To him, killing a Profound Level Martial Artist was as easy as crushing an ant.

Fang Bai knew the boatman was no good, so he felt no pity for his death.

The boatmen on this great lake, although they all knew each other, competed against one another. Some would even clash over attracting passengers, so when they saw this boatman being killed, the other boatmen on their vessels didn’t care at all.

In the Hidden Sect World, where power is revered, it’s common for Martial Artists to engage in bloody conflicts over interests. Thus, life and death have become normative to the people in the Hidden Sects.

Fang Bai stood up, took the oar, and propelled the wooden boat forward at high speed. In a short while, they reached the opposite shore of the lake.

The two abandoned the boat and continued their journey on land.

"It’s hard to say where this ’Ghost Doctor Valley’ might be. Searching aimlessly like this isn’t going to work!"

After walking for a while, Long Jingtian frowned and said.

He had previously followed the faint clues left by several ’Ghost Doctor Valley’ disciples, successfully traced them to the Shattered Stone Array, and entered the Hidden Sect World. However, after crossing that great lake, those faint clues had completely disappeared.

The two were newcomers to the Hidden Sect World, unaware of its vastness. If they continued the search without any clues, it would not be easy to find the whereabouts of ’Ghost Doctor Valley’.