Invincible Little School Doctor-Chapter 1919: Damn, He’s Too Strong!

"Hmm? Nascent Soul Mid-Stage? How did someone not even having shed their mortal coil get here?" When it was Ye Haochuan’s turn, the old man saw him and couldn’t help but ask in confusion.

The gray-clothed cultivator sneered, "Came through that abandoned gate, probably because the gate’s broken, transmitted over a waste like this!"

"That gate, huh, no wonder!" The old man naturally assumed the gate was broken and didn’t ask more, furrowing his brow as he flipped through a small booklet.

After a long while, the old man finally chuckled bitterly, "Someone at this level can’t even be a miner, it seems. He’ll only be able to do some low-grade work! Take him to Red Leaf Valley to pick herbs."

Upon hearing this, the gray-clothed cultivator glanced at Ye Haochuan and scoffed, "Hell, you’re lucky, kid. Picking herbs is a lot easier than mining!"

Easy my ass, should I give you guys a thank-you banner too?

Ye Haochuan was already seething inside.

In the world below, he had already reached the highest level; people treated him with respect wherever he went. But now, after a tough journey to the Fairy World, he was supposed to go pick herbs? It all seemed like a cruel joke by the heavens.

"What, thinking of resisting at last?" The gray-clothed cultivator looked at Ye Haochuan with interest and laughed.

With that, he unleashed his full aura, surrounding Ye Haochuan and directly imprisoning him with it.

Ye Haochuan’s brow was knitted into a deep frown, his face as dark as could be.

The gray-clothed cultivator’s cultivation was on par with Hu Ji. At this moment, Ye Haochuan no longer had the cultivation he had when he killed Hu Ji. Although he wasn’t completely immobilized by the aura, resisting would surely be courting death.

"What a coward!" Seeing that Ye Haochuan was furious but didn’t resist, the gray-clothed cultivator seemed to find it dull and sneered.

Ye Haochuan still didn’t respond. Knowing the opponent’s strength made him afraid to resist; he might be called cowardly. But knowingly heading to one’s death would be pure foolishness.

Ye Haochuan was no fool, nor would he obediently pick herbs for a lifetime. He decided to bide his time until he understood the environment before finding an opportunity to escape.

The old man making the records seemed unperturbed, ignoring the gray-clothed cultivator, and said to Ye Haochuan with a blank expression, "Alright, take him away!"

The gray-clothed cultivator, finding it uninteresting, pushed Ye Haochuan off the platform where the old man was.

The gray-clothed cultivator’s next task was to take Ye Haochuan, along with two subordinates, to Red Leaf Valley, and obtain the money exchanged for Ye Haochuan. Part of this money would be his reward for this escort mission.

An Immortal Transformation Expert, accompanied by two Nascent Soul Late-Stage experts, to escort a Nascent Soul Mid-Stage cultivator—no matter how you looked at it, seemed unnecessary.

But there was no choice; that was the rule.

Generally, those who came through the gates were Immortal Transformation Realm experts. To ensure these people couldn’t escape, the powers that be formed a three-person escort team.

With two Nascent Soul Late-Stage cultivators and an Immortal Transformation expert, most cultivators from the lower realm had little power to resist.

Though Ye Haochuan was clearly an exception, rules were rules; they wouldn’t change because of him.

Of course, the gray-clothed cultivator could find a secluded place to kill Ye Haochuan and falsely report resistance, but once discovered, the punishment would be severe, making it not worth the risk.

After all, people like Ye Haochuan, who came from the gates, were a source of income for their powers. To prevent the escorts from funny business, there was a strict rule against killing them.

This was why the gray-clothed cultivator was so displeased with Ye Haochuan—this trip offered little reward, and he couldn’t kill Ye Haochuan outright, making it rather annoying.

"By the way, hand over your storage ring. Even though you’re a mere ant who hasn’t shed their mortal coil, there’s still some value in an ant’s leg!" The gray-clothed cultivator suddenly called out to Ye Haochuan, ordering him directly.

God damn it, such shameless bastards!

Ye Haochuan could no longer suppress his rage, looking at the gray-clothed cultivator with murderous intent.

The space ring contained all his possessions. If he handed it over, resisting would become even harder. No matter what, he couldn’t hand over this space ring.

"Oh, finally showing some backbone, are we? Haha!" The gray-clothed cultivator was amused rather than angered, as if he’d found something to amuse himself with in a lost ant, preparing to toy with it and then squash it.

With that, he arrogantly seized Ye Haochuan’s ring and happened to glimpse the little golden casket on Ye Haochuan’s neck, his eyes lighting up.

With his Immortal Transformation Realm vision, he could easily tell this small golden casket wasn’t ordinary.

He was about to snatch it when Ye Haochuan clutched it tightly and retreated rapidly.

This small golden casket contained Lin Qingxuan and Long Keyue; it couldn’t be taken no matter what.

The gray-clothed cultivator’s expression darkened, waving his hand to clamp down on Ye Haochuan’s arm tightly, making him unable to move, and reached for the small golden casket with rough movements.

Inside, he was already quietly elated. Previously only noticing Ye Haochuan’s cultivation, he assumed there’d be nothing valuable on him. Thankfully he decided to search more thoroughly, or he might have missed this treasure.

He couldn’t yet identify the exact level of the small golden casket, but it was clearly an impressive magical treasure, perhaps worth more than the rewards from a dozen escort missions.

According to the rules, he could take whatever he wanted from those he escorted as a bonus.

It wasn’t generosity from their employer; rather, people newly arrived from the lower realm, even Immortal Transformees, seldom had valuable items. A fortuitous individual like Ye Haochuan was rare.

Ye Haochuan was immediately anxious. The gray-clothed cultivator’s insults he could endure, but taking the small golden casket was unacceptable.

"Bastard, die!" Ye Haochuan, in a panic, punched out without concern for anything else.

The Divine Concealment Sword and Halberd of Heaven and Earth were both inside the ring. After it was taken by the gray-clothed cultivator, he had no way to use them and could only rely on his fists.

But with the power of the Long Family Technique, combined with the Xuanwu Force Vein, even his fists held considerable combat strength.

Bang~

The anticipated loud clash was absent, only a muffled sound echoing a mere ten meters away.

Ye Haochuan’s fist was caught effortlessly by the gray-clothed cultivator, unable to move.

Goddamn, too strong!

Ye Haochuan’s heart sank immediately.

The gray-clothed cultivator’s face split into a broad smile, laughing, "Finally resisting, are we? Hahaha..."