Invincible Divine Doctor of the Beautiful Lady-Chapter 764 - 738: Does Your Face Hurt?

"So damn cool, that’s freaking awesome. Haha, who cares about the people from Morning Sun Hall? Who cares about a master of the Seventh Level of the Innate Realm? Now before our boss Tangyu, aren’t they all getting stepped on? It feels incredible, absolutely freaking amazing. Life, at last, has hope." Liang Youshan was ecstatic, feeling even better than if he had just jerked off.

Having been frustrated for so long, he could finally strike back in such a dominant manner. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Let’s see who else dares to show off and talk smack in the future.

This is the display of power. With strength, you don’t have to fear anyone stepping up. If you’re unhappy, just hit them back hard.

Without strength, in the Outer Sect, you’re just an underling, subjected to bullying wherever you go.

Liang Youshan had long made up his mind to stick with Tangyu and serve as his loyal follower. He felt fortunate; if he hadn’t met Tangyu, he would still be just an ordinary Outer Sect Disciple, wandering through a grey life without knowing when he could step out of this shadow.

The one who found it hardest to accept was naturally Dong Ziqi. Just half a month ago, Tangyu was only at the Fourth Layer of the Innate Realm. How could his power have reached such a terrifying realm in the short span of half a month? Even Zheng Nan stood no chance against him with a single move; what sort of realm was that?

It must be at least the Eighth Layer of the Innate Realm, right?

An Eighth Layer in the Innate Realm, if placed in the entire Outer Sect, would be considered one of the top existences, worthy of being vigorously wooed by the five forces.

An Eighth Layer disciple could call the wind and summon the rain in the Outer Sect, with no one daring to provoke them. There aren’t many at the Ninth Layer in the vast Outer Sect, at most not surpassing a hundred. Thus, being at the Eighth Layer is still incredibly strong.

After all, how large is the Outer Sect? It has more than twenty thousand disciples.

To be within the top two hundred, how terrifying is that concept?

Dong Ziqi was completely dumbfounded, in shock, and at a loss for laughter or tears. Even though he didn’t want to believe it, the ironclad fact was before his eyes, and he couldn’t help but accept it.

Tangyu glanced at Zheng Nan, and said indifferently, "Since it’s your first offense, I won’t make things difficult for you. If you come to bother us again, I will not spare you so easily." Having said that, Tangyu ignored Zheng Nan and walked toward Dong Ziqi.

Seeing Tangyu approaching, Dong Ziqi was truly scared, terrified, his legs going weak, wanting to move but somehow unable to. He was really afraid. Last time, Tangyu had beaten him badly, and today would probably be worse. Moreover, Tangyu’s cold gaze even conveyed a terrifying killing intent.

This feeling was terrible, making him feel suffocated.

"You— you— don’t come any closer!" At this moment, Dong Ziqi was like a young girl who had stumbled, scared.

Without stopping, Tangyu’s steps, like those of the Grim Reaper, made Dong Ziqi tremble with fear.

"Don’t come any closer. Let’s just let today’s matter go, I won’t dare to trouble you again. Don’t lay a hand on me, or else—my brother will never let you off. My brother is an Inner Sect Disciple, don’t come any closer," Dong Ziqi begged, devoid of any courage to talk tough to Tangyu at this point.

Tangyu stopped in front of Dong Ziqi, and with a cold smile said, "Your brother, huh? An Inner Sect Disciple, huh? So that means your brother is pretty awesome, right?"

Dong Ziqi immediately nodded and said, "Yes, yes, yes, my brother is an Inner Sect Disciple, and his strength is strong—"

"Slap!"

But before he could finish his sentence, a resounding slap landed on his face, leaving a vivid five-finger mark.

"Your brother is an Inner Sect Disciple, your brother is strong, but—what does that have to do with you? Are you strong? Are you an Inner Sect Disciple? Do I need to care that much? You provoked me, you couldn’t beat me, so you have to be stepped on by me, right? Now, do you have some sense?" Tangyu said.

Dong Ziqi’s face turned uglier than if his parents had died, alternating between white and blue, quite a sight. He wanted to lash out but didn’t dare to go too far; at this point, he could only continue to beg, "I admit this is my fault, you’ve beaten and scolded me already. Can we just let this matter end here?"

"Slap!"

Another resounding slap was his answer: "Are you a moron or an idiot? Since when is there such cheap mercy in this world? You came to kill me, full of rage, and now that I’ve beaten you, you want me to let you go just because you say so. Are you less intelligent than a three-year-old? Let you go? Your sister! When have I ever been so benevolent? Didn’t you remember what I said just now? When I say I will step on your face, I mean I will step on your face."

The corner of Dong Ziqi’s mouth twitched. Was this guy really serious?

Dong Ziqi, somewhat angry, said, "I’ve already apologized to you, and you’ve hit me. What more do you want? Do you really want to be bitter enemies with me? You should know, this won’t do you any good."

"Slap! Slap!"

Two resounding slaps answered him, and at this moment, Dong Ziqi’s face had swelled to resemble a pig’s head, extraordinarily hideous.

"If apologies and admitting wrongs were useful, what would we need laws for? If I killed you and then apologized, would that settle it? I can’t be bothered to waste words with a brain-dead idiot like you. Don’t drag your brother into this, acting high and mighty; the thing I hate most is being threatened by others. So, I can tell you very clearly, I am very annoyed right now," Tangyu said.

After finishing, Tangyu’s hands became like bows, and instantly a series of ’slap slap slap’ sounds rang out rhythmically.

This scene was utterly frightening and painfully intense to witness.

The few flunkies around Dong Ziqi looked at Tangyu as though they had seen the Grim Reaper—it was horrifying. Such a person, indeed, should not be provoked.

Dong Ziqi had no strength to resist at all; by now he was getting mercilessly tormented by Tangyu, treated like a punching bag and slapped wildly. This outburst also gave Tangyu a thrill.

There’s a limit to everything. Dong Ziqi had repeatedly provoked him, and this time he actually brought a strong expert wanting to kill him; this touched Tangyu’s bottom line. An uncle might bear it, but an aunt definitely wouldn’t. So how could Tangyu feel relieved without giving him a beating?

Soon, Dong Ziqi’s face was splattered with blood, swollen beyond recognition, and if his mother were here, she might not even recognize him.

After dozens of slaps, Tangyu kicked Dong Ziqi to the ground, then stomped heavily on his face, pressing it into the dirt, lowering his head and looking at Dong Ziqi, who had been beaten to an unrecognizable state, "Does your face hurt?"

Dong Ziqi was unable to utter a word.

Tangyu curled his lip: "Not answering, then it must not hurt, huh? It’s good to have some backbone, you know. I quite like men with backbone. Well, no problem, I will make sure you learn what pain feels like."

After saying that, Tangyu stomped down several more times, burying Dong Ziqi’s head completely in the dirt.

This bloody and violent scene deterred everyone from watching any longer—it was too terrifying.

Even Liang Youshan couldn’t bear to watch, overwhelmed with pity for Dong Ziqi. Who told you to mess with Boss Tangyu? Just courting death.

Liang Youshan had thought several times to step in and plead, but he held himself back.

After several stomps, Tangyu stopped, brushed off the dust from his feet, and no longer looked at Dong Ziqi, who was unclear whether alive or dead. He exchanged a glance with Liang Youshan, and the two of them strutted toward Holy Sun Town.

Only after Tangyu and his companion had left did the others rush over to Dong Ziqi, digging him out from the dirt. Zheng Nan quickly took out a Healing Pill, grabbing a handful and stuffing it into Dong Ziqi’s mouth.

Liang Youshan, somewhat afraid of Tangyu, timidly said, "Cough cough... Boss Tangyu, that guy won’t have any issues, right?"

Tangyu said, "Issues my ass, don’t I even know how to measure my strength? It’s just some superficial skin injuries. The guy’s skin is thick; he won’t die so easily. Killing him here would put me in a tight spot; how could I do such a stupid thing? You think I’m like you?"

"Uh..." There’s no need to put others down while talking, is there?

Heading straight back to their place, they put down their things and prepared the Healing Pills and Detoxification Elixirs. The first order of business upon returning was naturally to sell the pills and earn Tempering Spirit Pills, which was Liang Youshan’s most pressing matter.

"Where shall we go to sell?" Tangyu asked.

Grinning, Liang Youshan said, "To sell, we can set up anywhere, we’re just a small stall after all. But hey, if we’re going, we should go to the entertainment district for sure. It’s bustling there, and we can set up a small stall. Setting up there will definitely work."

"Hmm, okay, you handle it. I’ll leave all these affairs to you," Tangyu said, really not wanting to bother with these trivial matters.

Immediately, Liang Youshan smiled broadly: "All right, Boss Tangyu, leaving it to me is the right choice. I’ll handle everything perfectly. By the way, Boss, how exactly should we price these Healing Pills?"

Tangyu said, "Although we’re running a small business, entering a price war can indeed be a strategy and could boost business quickly. But once you start that game, it’s hard to stop later. If we lower the prices now, we won’t be able to raise them later. Doing that would be too big of a loss on one hand, and on the other, it would definitely cause conflicts with other sellers, attracting a lot of unnecessary trouble. It’s feasible, but better not to do it for now."

"We’ll sell the first five hundred or so Tempering Spirit Pills of lower quality for six Tempering Spirit Pills apiece instead of the usual ten. For the later ones of better quality, we’ll sell for ten Tempering Spirit Pills each, just like the others."

"This way, we’re not engaging in a price war, and if our sales outperform theirs, they have nothing to complain about. We must hold onto the principle of fairness, with that, we can walk the world without fear. I’m not very knowledgeable about business; what do you think?"

Immediately, Liang Youshan nodded and said: "Haha, Boss Tangyu, great minds think alike! I was thinking the same thing. We simply agree on this. Price wars are our last resort. Once that starts, it’ll bring too much trouble. Our Healing Pills are of such high quality that selling them for ten Tempering Spirit Pills each will definitely be a hit. Haha, can’t wait. Let’s not chat any longer, Boss Tangyu, let’s go find a good spot and get started. Today we’re just testing the waters to see how well it goes."

Tangyu nodded, and the two headed straight for the entertainment district.