Urban Super Medical Saint

"Fine, state your terms," Chen Jiateng's face changed several times before he finally said in a deep voice.

Chen Jiateng was well aware that if the Chen Family really came to blows with the Brahmo Family, the Chen Family would pay with rivers of blood, while the Brahmo Family's price would be their downfall.

With no life, there's nothing left, but a family's downfall is something you can rise from again as long as the people are still there.

Weighing the two, Chen Jiateng ultimately had no choice but to accept this unfair proposal.

"If we battle and I lose, I'll turn around and leave. If you lose, you'll sell that farm to me at the price of one hundred million US dollars," Alon said.

"Fine, but it's one hundred and fifty million US dollars," Chen Jiateng replied in a deep voice upon hearing this.

At this moment, one could see the maturity and composure of Chen Jiateng. If it had been a young person in his place, overtaken by anger, they might not care about the sum at this point.

"Father!" Chen Zhengbin's face changed dramatically, his eyes filled with worry, upon hearing this.

Others might not be aware of the insidious poison afflicting his father, but Chen Zhengbin was acutely aware.

His father was at the Fourth Layer of Qi Cultivation, while Alon was at the peak of the Qi Cultivation Third Layer. Under normal circumstances, even if Alon's techniques were known for their sinister and bizarre nature, Chen Zhengbin wouldn't have worried, considering the difference in their realms. But over the years, his father had been plagued by insidious poison, and he could, at most, exert only fifty to sixty percent of his power, making the outcome uncertain.

Given that Alon, clearly aware that his father's strength was greater, still proposed a battle, there was obviously more to it, which made Chen Zhengbin even more anxious.

"You need not say more; my mind is made up!" Chen Jiateng dismissed him with a firm wave of his hand, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Alon.

Chen Jiateng knew this all too well, but he had no choice!

"They say you Chinese are adept at business, and it's true. Even now, Brother Chen, you haven't forgotten to haggle over the price! Fine, then one hundred and fifty million US dollars it is," Alon said, smiling in the face of Chen Jiateng's resolute gaze.

"This place isn't suitable for a Spell Battle, let's go outside," Chen Jiateng stood up and said.

"Fine," Alon also stood up and replied.

"Hold on, although I am not one of your Qimen, I am aware that a Spell Battle is extremely dangerous and can even lead to a fight to the death. If a life is truly at stake, without written testimony arranged in advance, things may become very complicated later on," Matsukawa Nozomu stood up and said, his face displaying a hint of malice and schadenfreude.

"You Japanese always measure the heart of a nobleman with your petty standards!" Chen Jiateng said disdainfully.

However, despite his words, he still gestured for someone to bring pen and paper.

He himself would certainly not go back on his word, but he was worried that afterward, Alon and Matsukawa Nozomu might!

After the written agreement was established, with Alon's disciple and Chen Zhengbin serving as witnesses and affixing their signatures.

Once the document was prepared and stored safely, they all exited the mansion together and came to the entrance courtyard of the Chen Family estate.

"Let's begin!" Upon reaching the courtyard, Chen Jiateng's hand already held a piece of Hetian jade as red as a cock's comb, also known as Red Jade, a rare treasure among such jades.

Chen Jiateng gently rubbed the Red Jade, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on Alon.

Alon nodded slightly, his hand lightly touching the head of his Wooden Staff.

The Poisonous Snake engraved on the head of the staff suddenly seemed to come to life, its eyes turning green and flickering, even sticking out its tongue and making a hissing sound.

Then, Alon raised the Wooden Staff, pointing it at Chen Jiateng from a distance.

Suddenly, a series of chilling cold winds swept through the mountains with a hissing sound, as if countless poisonous snakes had emerged from their dens.

Everyone around felt a chill run through their bodies, hairs standing on end, instinctively retreating backward.

"After so many years, Brother Alon still hasn't made much progress," Chen Jiateng said with a cold smile, his Red Jade in hand suddenly erupted in bright red light, as if the horizon itself had caught fire.

The fire burned while the wind blew, and within the wind were poisonous snakes hissing.

The fire burned more intensely, and the countless poisonous snakes in its path showed a hint of fear in their eyes, not daring to move forward even half a step, instead retreating backwards.

This scene was visible only to those like Chen Zhengbin, who had Cultivation within them; ordinary people could only vaguely sense the presence of two forces—one hot and the other cold—at odds in the air.

Sweat broke out on Alon's wrinkled forehead as his footsteps moved reluctantly backward, whereas Chen Jiateng pressed forward step by step.

Seeing this, Chen Zhengbin's tight expression slightly relaxed.

In the nearby mountain forest, several towering old pines with crisscrossing bark suddenly emitted a sinister aura.

The sunlight shining on them cast a strange glow, with a shadow flashing past, as if someone clung to the tree trunk, holding a pitch-black gourd in their hand, from which that sinister aura was emanating.

The hot weather of Samosir Island in the tropics slowly cooled, and the Fire Spiritual Energy meandering through the sky seemed to dislike the sinister air, scattering in all directions.

Engrossed in Casting Spells, Chen Jiateng had yet to notice the subtle changes between heaven and earth's spiritual energy; at the moment, he was intent on defeating Alon in one fell swoop. As he also needed to focus on suppressing the yin poison within his body, an extended battle would deplete his Mana too much, leaving him unable to suppress the poison, thus reversing the situation.

Therefore, Chen Jiateng needed to fight quickly; he could not afford to waste time.

It seemed Alon was aware of Chen Jiateng's intention; although he retreated step by step, he was far from panicking, and the poisonous snake on his Wooden Staff seemed to sense the sinister aura drifting through the air, its green gleam growing deeper.

...

Meanwhile, Ge Dongxu left the mountain gate in a car and, led by Adin, they visited the local Batak people's traditional longhouse, a distinct cultural feature.

"Mr. Ge, I have arranged a yacht for you. Would you like to continue touring the island now, or would you prefer to board the yacht first?" Adin asked politely after leaving the Batak longhouse.

"We have already traveled part of the island just now. Since you have arranged the yacht, let's board the yacht and enjoy the scenery from a different angle," Ge Dongxu replied.

"Good, let's head to the dock then," Adin said with a nod.

Adin led Ge Dongxu and the others to the Chen Family's private dock.

The Chen Family's private dock was built on the lakeshore near their forest property, convenient for the family to board the yacht.

Several yachts, large and small, were already moored at the dock.

A medium-sized yacht was already waiting with people standing by.

Ge Dongxu and his group got out of the car, and as soon as they did, Ge Dongxu felt a premonition of danger and turned to look toward the island's mountain ranges across the road.

The mountains were lush and picturesque, with a few scattered houses at the foothill, and almost no buildings could be seen further up, save for the partially hidden Chen Family mansion among the woods.

But what Ge Dongxu saw was far more than this; he "saw" the turbulent fluctuations of nature's spiritual energy at mid-slope.

One cold, one hot, like a Dragon Tiger battle.