Fury Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1589 - 1592: Zong Zijin Who Forbids Himself to Cry

Upon hearing Yu Xinghuo praise Shen Qiang's strength, Zong Zijin's mood turned inexplicably sour, igniting a fire in his heart."Haha, yes, Shen Qiang is impressive, awesome, remarkable, but you, old man, before giving me advice, deal with your own problems first. Did you beat Shen Qiang? Is your eye power better than his? You lost to him completely, and here you are playing the senior card with me. Who cares about you?"

Zong Zijin's words made Yu Xinghuo's face look a bit unpleasant, but being one of the Four Young Elixir Masters, he had some self-restraint. He glanced at the intentionally provocative Zong Zijin, flicked his sleeve, and walked away, leaving just one sentence.

"In the path of elixir pills, no young generation surpasses Shen Qiang. In the future, the cultivation world is destined to be his domain. If you want to oppose him, haha, you're overthinking, young man."

Having said this, Yu Xinghuo left indifferently and gracefully, paying no heed to Zong Zijin.

"Hey, what nonsense is that old guy spouting?" Watching Yu Xinghuo leave, Zong Zijin was somewhat agitated.

The other cultivators glanced at him, unfamiliar and not knowing him well, so they didn't interact. The cultivators dispersed in small groups.

At this moment, seeing everyone leave.

Yan Xianghui, one of the Cultivation Five Tigers, whose arm still hurt from taking Shen Qiang's punch, grew more and more agitated as he looked at Zong Zijin.

Because for Yan Xianghui, the sacred Soul Summoning Grass was incredibly close.

He was renowned among the Cultivation Five Tigers for his Wandering Dragon Body Method, astounding the cultivation world with agile and graceful movements. Although he took Shen Qiang's punch, it seemed he was inferior, but in an actual fight, he had the confidence to dodge Shen Qiang's sword array and fists.

Moreover, hailing from a prestigious background himself, he feared Shen Qiang not at all.

If Zong Zijin had agreed to his plan and booked the venue again, there would be no doubt that the Soul Summoning Grass would be his. In his view, should he choose to book the venue, Shen Qiang wouldn't dare confront him.

So as the crowd gradually left, Yan Xianghui, one of the Cultivation Five Tigers, made a hand gesture of respect towards Zong Zijin: "Now that the matter here is settled, Zong Zijin, take your leave. I have other affairs to attend to, so I won't accompany you. Farewell."

Feeling the most frustrated, Zong Zijin watched Yan Xianghui leave with a somber expression, without mentioning their agreement to split the costs of booking the flowers and herbs in half.

In a situation where Shen Qiang deliberately tricked them, booking all supplies from seventy-eight shops would cost nearly three million. Even if resold at a discount, plus the previously acquired valuable item worth thirty-something thousand, the loss was at least around a million.

If they both bore the burden, losing fifty thousand each would be tolerable.

But Yan Xianghui faced him without mentioning money and was about to leave. Wasn't it clear that he'd share profits but leave Zong Zijin to shoulder losses alone?

Thus, feeling inexplicably angry, Zong Zijin sneered: "Brother Yan, please wait. Our account hasn't been settled yet. Now that the business is in loss, you can't let me bear it all. Perhaps we should discount and sell off those flowers and herbs now, then split the loss between us, as we initially agreed."

Hearing this, Yan Xianghui also flared up, coldly raising an eyebrow: "Brother Zong, don't be too much. Previously, when Shen Qiang went to buy the Soul Summoning Grass, I repeatedly emphasized booking the venue again for possible turnaround."

"But what did you say? A mere few thousand dollars, you insisted you wouldn't be fooled again, costing me the Soul Summoning Grass. Considering our decent friendship and shared esteemed lineage, despite the frustration, I've endured. Now you're asking me for money?"

Zong Zijin scoffed: "One must adhere to integrity. I refused to go, and you agreed. If you insisted on booking, I would have invested three million. Does four-five thousand even matter? Despite this inconvenience, I'm displeased, but adhering to integrity, you can't burden me alone while splitting profits."

Yan Xianghui fired back angrily, shouting, "Is your brain full of shi? I've already shown tolerance by not raging over the Soul Summoning Grass! And you're asking for money? I tell you, Zong, I don't care about the money, but I care about the affair!"

"We followed seventy-eight rounds unsuccessfully; persistence would have worked eventually. But you couldn't take the loss, lacked courage and determination, and quit, causing me to watch helplessly as Shen Qiang flaunted the Soul Summoning Grass away."

"Now you say this? Hear me out, I won't give you a penny."

With that, Yan Xianghui turned and began to leave.

Seeing this, Zong Zijin panicked. Carrying tens of thousands' deficit alone? Understandably, the funds he held belong to Medicine King Valley, making failure to report completely unacceptable. And initially proposed by Yan Xianghui, now leaving him with debt, clearly toying with him.

Thus Zong Zijin quickly turned to block Yan Xianghui's path, saying: "Don't leave, you must cover part of this cost."

Yan Xianghui retorted with laughter: "Dream on in your fantasies, I don't lack money; I won't pay. Sue me if you want."

Having said these words, Yan Xianghui pushed Zong Zijin aside and walked away.

Zong Zijin exploded in rage, roaring, True Yuan bursting instantly, throwing a punch at Yan Xianghui's back.

Yan Xianghui's eyes instantly flashed, revealing cold light.

He immediately employed the Wandering Dragon Body Method.

Zong Zijin felt the space before him empty; Yan Xianghui had vanished.

He realized bad things were about to happen.

But it was already too late.

Yan Xianghui's eyes gleamed coldly as he appeared at Zong Zijin's side.

Bang!

With a flick of his hand, lightly striking, he effortlessly knocked Zong Zijin down.

As Zong Zijin struggled to get up, Yan Xianghui kicked him squarely in the head.

Oh, beautiful.

Zong Zijin, rendered unconscious immediately, collapsed to the ground.

"Young master, spare him, he's Medicine King Valley's chief disciple..." a nearby cultivator hurriedly interjected, trying to restrain the furious Yan Xianghui.

Still very angry, Yan Xianghui spitefully delivered two more kicks, spitting dismissively: "Pah! I thought Medicine King Valley's chief disciple was worthy of associating with, yet this fool dares confront me!"

"Mad, you think you're Shen Qiang? You think you're strong enough to beat me? Mad, you want money, right?"

Increasingly agitated, Yan Xianghui suddenly kicked Zong Zijin and then took nearly a million in cash from his storage ring, throwing it stack by stack at Zong Zijin's face.

"Come, come, take the money, take it! Where's my Soul Summoning Grass? Where's my Soul Summoning Grass?"

Now being bombarded with money, Zong Zijin, tears filling his eyes, curled up on the ground.

"Hold it in, don't cry. The cultivation world is like this, all the righteousness, all the Jianghu, if you don't have enough strength, you're nothing. Keep going, Zong Zijin; you're Medicine King Valley's chief disciple, born of noble heritage, you cannot lose. You must retrieve everything lost tenfold, a hundredfold!"