Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 683 - 682 The Pressure of Daoist Wuji!_1

Chapter 683: Chapter 682 The Pressure of Daoist Wuji!_1

"You think too highly of yourself. A woman who’s been with Ren Feicheng only deserves to be my slave!"

Song Xinzu watched the silhouette of the young man in the distance, only she knew how astounded she was inside.

Did she get rejected even under her charm?

Even her love spell had no effect on this man.

With her beauty, this man didn’t even bat an eye on her?

Being a disciple of the Inner Hidden Gate, several times stronger than this man, she only had the right to be a slave!

What a joke!

"I give you two choices now, first, death! You should know I won’t let you go. Second, become my slave, willingly establish a covenant with me."

Ren Feifan turned around, his eyes sparkling with a hint of coldness.

For the woman in front of him, he felt no sympathy. If it weren’t for his trump card, he would probably be unable to die again today.

Song Xinzu surely was useful, she could even be a strong help at his side, the strength was obvious.

What’s more, she was quite familiar with the Hidden Gate, indeed, he could gain a lot from her.

But hearing that she was to be Ren Feifan’s slave, Song Xinzu got completely angry:

"How could I, Song Xinzu, be a slave to an ant like you? Dream on! I would rather die than give my blood essence to you!"

The establishment of a covenant required both parties to voluntarily contribute blood essence. Song Xinzu was unwilling, thus the other party could never achieve it.

Ren Feifan sneered, and slapped Song Xinzu’s buttocks, laughing coldly: "I really don’t understand, how did the Hidden Gate give you such a superiority complex, sooner or later, I will make Hidden Gate tremble because of my existence!"

"With you, a half-step Heavenly trash thinking of dominating the Hidden Gate, I..."

"SLAP!"

Unquestionably, Ren Feifan threw another slap.

"Once more, are you willing!"

"No! If you have the guts, kill me! The people of the Inner Hidden Gate will avenge me, I would rather die than serve!" Song Xinzu declared categorically, her tone was rather arrogant.

But Ren Feifan just sneered, for this kind of arrogance, he had hundreds of ways to torture.

Ren Feifan pulled out several silver needles, a wicked smile playing around his lips.

Following that, he even infused Nine Yang True Qi into the silver needles and prodded them directly onto a certain acupoint of Song Xinzu.

After one needle fell, Ren Feifan didn’t hesitate at all and again jabbed it onto a spot below her navel.

This was known as Ling Sheng point, connecting Dantian and another acupoint on the human body.

In just a matter of seconds, with his fluid movements, Ren Feifan placed all the silver needles onto Song Xinzu’s body.

Song Xinzu initially felt nothing, but the very next moment, she found her cultivation base falling continuously, and the true qi in her Dantian was depleting like mad!

Her face changed color, then became utterly terrified: "What... what have you done to me? I’m going to kill you!"

Ren Feifan sneered, he had used this trick twice. The first time was on Ren Li who was still a ninja, now, it was Song Xinzu.

A die-hard move indeed.

This was the Needle method the Saint Doctor’s Gate used especially to punish cultivators, it could make one’s cultivation base deplete little by little.

Indeed, it was somewhat vicious to cultivators, but very effective.

Song Xinzu was feeling a strange state.

She opened her eyes wide and stared at Ren Feifan, finding a wicked smile on his face.

He was like a devil.

"You better stop right now? I’m commanding you!"

Ren Feifan glanced at Song Xinzu, shrugged, and said indifferently: "Commanding me? Please understand your position!"

"You probably have one minute left. Every ten seconds your cultivation would drop a major level, I guess it wouldn’t take long for you to become a real ant, and ordinary mortal, I think it must be fun!"

"Ren Feifan! You despicable man!"

"Despicable? Compared to you, Song Xinzu, I’m much better."

At this moment, Song Xinzu was totally panicked. She had been cultivating for decades, was it all going to be destroyed by this young man in front of her?

She was frightened!

She was angry!

She was filled with regret!

Finally, she could no longer contain herself. With a flick of her finger, a drop of essence blood welled up, "I agree! I agree to become your slave! Just stop this right now!"

The smile on Ren Feifan’s face grew wider. Suddenly, he pulled out a silver needle. Only then did Song Xinzu realize that the depletion of her cultivation had halted. She exhaled deeply, her back already soaked through with sweat.

Her eyes were fixed directly on Ren Feifan. What kind of man was he?

He was surely no ordinary person to wield such an ability. She had never heard of such a technique in all her decades within the Hidden Gate.

A common man could not possibly possess such an inexplicable ability!

Suddenly, her gaze fell on the golden needle puncturing her.

The next second, a sense of shock and awe flooded through her!

"This needle... It’s the Soul Devouring Golden Needle from Saint Doctor’s Gate!"

At this moment, Song Xinzu’s mouth fell open in utter disbelief, her eyes fixed on Ren Feifan.

She finally understood why she couldn’t break through the object puncturing her meridian point!

This needle was the Soul Devouring Golden Needle!

One of the six spiritual artifacts of the Saint Doctor’s Gate!

How many people within the Hidden Gate could break through it?

Let alone herself.

Could it be that the young man before her eyes was from the Saint Doctor’s Gate? If this was true... everything would become much easier to explain.

Ren Feifan was somewhat surprised. He never expected that she would correctly guess, and even recognize the Soul Devouring Golden Needle.

It seemed that the legends of the Saint Doctor’s Gate within the Hidden Gate were truly terrifying.

Just what kind of power did such a being, which everyone from both the secular world and the Hidden Gate revered, possess in the past?

And why was it annihilated overnight?

Not dwelling on that for too long, Ren Feifan looked at the essence blood before Song Xinzu and formed a hand seal.

Song Xinzu’s essence blood hung suspended in mid-air, resembling a fiery blossom.

Ren Feifan forced out a drop of his essence blood as well.

He flicked his fingers nimbly, casting phantasmal shadows.

A purple hue as dazzling as the galaxy descended around Song Xinzu and Ren Feifan.

With a resounding "boom!", the two drops of essence blood melded together.

An ancient Sanskrit script appeared.

"Master-servant contract, blood as witness, manifest!"

Ren Feifan initially thought the contract would be successful, but to his absolute surprise, a formidable pressure suddenly burst forth from within Song Xinzu, sending him flying backward. He managed to stabilize himself after much difficulty.

There was a suppressive force within Song Xinzu’s body obstructing his contract?

And it seemed to be exceptionally strong!

Seeing this, Song Xinzu squinted, explaining, "All of us Sect Disciples have a layer of suppressive force planted by our master, which can protect our lives in times of need. Therefore, you will not be able to form a contract with me today. Everything is destined by fate!"

"So, it’s the suppressive force from Daoist Wuji? Haha, in that case, I will break it today!"

The next second, Ren Feifan tried forming the contract again.

The ancient Sanskrit script appeared once more.

"Master-servant contract, blood as witness, manifest!"

"It’s useless. You can’t withstand my master’s suppressive force with your level of cultivation," Song Xinzu said disdainfully.

Ren Feifan completely ignored her. As he forced out his essence blood, another drop of Divine Dragon essence blood was released!

He wanted to see whether Daoist Wuji was stronger, or if the Divine Dragon Bloodline was stronger!