Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 242: Demon in the Japanese Sword_1

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Demon in the Japanese Sword_1

"Impossible!"

Tang Guowei said in a deep voice, "Old eel, if you stir up such a fuss, the other party will definitely notice!"

"We’ve brought some people this time, and with the Martial Alliance and the Mo brothers here, they can’t escape!"

Mo Han nodded, "Nie Long has been crippled by me, and I’ve placed binding restrictions on Nie Feiyang, rendering him almost like a disabled person. As for that Cang Ying, with me around, he won’t be able to make any waves."

This statement was arrogantly extreme, but no one dared to question it.

Even Han Feng, the Jiangling City branch president of the Martial Alliance, didn’t dare.

Are you kidding me? If the Great Grandmaster Nie Kuangtu, who was so freaking powerful, got beaten down by Mo Han and is now tied up like a rice dumpling, could anyone else be more formidable than Nie Kuangtu?

Knowing that escape was hopeless, Cheng Debiao could only kneel and beg for mercy, "Old Tang, I was wrong, I was deluded and listened to Nie Kuangtu’s words, which led me to do such things."

"I ask you to look at the Tao Family’s face and spare my life..."

The Tao Family?

That really was a troublesome issue.

Tang Guowei’s brow furrowed deeply, his right hand pressing his temple, looking very troubled.

Not only was Cheng Debiao the Family Head of the first-rate Cheng Family in Jiangnan City, but he also had a close relationship with the strongest family there, the Tao Family.

The Tao Family had long been coveting Jiangling City and had always been troubled by the lack of an opportunity to advance. If he rashly killed Cheng Debiao now, it would give the Tao Family a perfect excuse to cross the river and enter Jiangling City.

By then, the balance of power in Jiangling City among the Four Great Families would be irrevocably lost, and none of them, be it the Tang Family, the Wen Family, the Zhou Family, or the Zhu Family, would want to see that happen.

But if he just let Cheng Debiao go, Tang Guowei wasn’t willing to do so.

As he was in a dilemma, suddenly, a crisp slap sound echoed.

"Slap!"

Mo Han swung a slap and chided, "Make the call, didn’t you hear?"

"You!"

Cheng Debiao was furious, thinking how the Family Head of a prominent family in Jiangnan City could be slapped in the face in front of so many people.

"What ’you’? Hurry up and make that call, otherwise I’ll cripple you right now!"

Mo Han was too impatient for nonsense, delivering two more slaps, one on each cheek, while muttering, "Such a hassle, it’s getting late, and later I have to accompany my wife to Blacklight Pier..."

After two consecutive slaps, Cheng Debiao was utterly disoriented. To make things worse, Tang Guowei and Zhou Zhishan pretended not to see, and to Cheng Debiao’s greatest dismay, a Hidden Guard already had a knife at his throat. Having no choice, Cheng Debiao fumbled for his phone and made the call.

"Cang Ying, it’s me. There’s a change in plans, bring the two people with you to Chuyun Manor."

The voice on the other end didn’t suspect anything and responded gravely, "Got it! We’ll be there in twenty minutes!"

Twenty minutes, not too much time, nor too little, just enough to make proper arrangements.

Tang Guowei hurriedly made arrangements, ordering the Hidden Guards to disperse and hide, while carefully securing Cheng Debiao and Nie Kuangtu, especially Nie Kuangtu, who was injected with two doses of a sedative.

"Old Tang, I have a favor to ask."

At that moment, Mo Han, holding a brocade box, spoke up, "I have a great use for this Tianshan Snow Lotus; may I have it?"

Actually, when Cheng Debiao took out the Tianshan Snow Lotus, Mo Han’s eyes lit up. He now had a century-old Changbai Mountain Ginseng given to him by the divine healer Gui Nongsang, and all the materials prepared by He Chen, with only the Tianshan Snow Lotus missing.

As long as he obtained this Tianshan Snow Lotus, Mo Han was confident he could refine the Qiankun Elixir.

"What are you saying, Mister Mo? If you need it, just take it, heh heh, after all, it’s part of the spoils of war."

Tang Guowei chuckled, waved his hand, and then picked up a Japanese Sword nearby, swinging it a few times.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Even sheathed, the Japanese Sword still made a chilling sound as it sliced through the air.

With genuine admiration, Tang Guowei exclaimed, "What a superb sword! These craftsmen from Yingzhou are truly not boasting about their forging skills."

"Old Tang, be careful, this sword is a demon blade from Yingzhou. It soaked in the blood of countless soldiers and civilians of our Jiuzhou over eight hundred years ago."

Seeing Tang Guowei handling the demon blade, Han Feng standing nearby spoke up with a grave expression, "I’ve heard the Alliance Hierarch say that this sword had once been used in our Central Plains eight hundred years ago, slaughtering thousands of our soldiers and civilians!"

Mo Han nodded and added, "I felt it earlier, this sword is extremely ominous. It seems to contain a raging murderous aura, and it’s quite dark and dense."

"If I’m not mistaken, although the sword has been sheathed, it has not been sealed. Once it tastes blood, the wielder will be controlled by the demon sword and driven to an uncontrollable urge to kill."

"This sword shouldn’t be kept at home..."

On hearing this, Tang Guowei was scared enough to quickly throw the sword away.

Han Feng spoke earnestly, "This sword has a heavy death toll, and it is also a treasure of Yingzhou. I want to bring it back to Dragon City as soon as possible and hand it over to the Alliance Hierarch for disposal. How does Old Tang feel about this?"

"Agreed!" Tang Guowei, who dared not disagree, repeatedly gestured with his hands.

Han Feng nodded, turned his gaze to Mo Han, and with a clasped fist said, "Mister Mo, I won’t be involved in the upcoming events..."

"It’s alright, I’m here." Mo Han smiled faintly, procured some yellow paper and writing materials, drew a talisman, and handed it over, "President Han, this sword is sinister. This is a protective talisman; you should carry it with you."

Han Feng didn’t really believe in such things, but he couldn’t refuse the goodwill of someone who had just saved him, so he accepted it, "Thank you, Mister Mo."

"By the way, Mister Mo, did I hear you say earlier that you’re going to Blacklight Pier later?"