The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine - Chapter 637

Chapter 637: Chapter 637: Fighting for Treasure

Little Wife?

Our friends, Huang Xiaolong’s remark towards Ma Chuxia naturally attracted everyone’s attention.

Holy cow, he’s disrespecting the beautiful Chairwoman Ma Chuxia right in front of everyone!

I mean, to say ‘wife’ is one thing, but ‘little wife’…

This suggests that Ma Chuxia can only ever be your mistress?

Zhou Mi and Miao Erfang exchanged glances, the same thought bubbling in their minds–‘Master Long is quite the troublemaker, isn’t he?’

Among the crowd were quite a few Taoist monks who recognized Huang Xiaolong.

This guy was already a well-known enemy of our mystical arts society, but he had his merits too, managing to clean up the ‘Hungry Ghost Mansion At Poplar Garden’ incident with no problem.

Of course, Huang Xiaolong’s phenomenal mystical arts skills are familiar to none but Ma Chuxia. What happened at the basketball court that night remained a secret–she never spoke of it to anyone.

And now, not only has Huang Xiaolong infiltrated this gathering, but he’s also boldly referring to Ma Chuxia as ‘little wife’ in their faces. This enraged her to no end, causing her to seethe with hatred towards Huang Xiaolong!

Her teeth gnashed loudly. She wished she could skin Huang Xiaolong alive right that second!

However, even Ma Chuxia acknowledged that she’s no match for Huang Xiaolong, so she wouldn’t dare overstep. She just glared at him with righteous anger and hollered, “You despicable scoundrel, get off this mountain!”

“Ha ha ha… Little Wife, haven’t I been good to you? Why must you scold me like this?” Huang Xiaolong laughed cheerfully. “I’m here to help you.”

“Hold it.” A member of the Bian Family with 23 types of True Qi glaring at Huang Xiaolong, his eyes menacing. “Are you a Taoist monk from our mystical arts society?”

“Heh heh… I’m not. But I am here to help my Little Wife.” Huang Xiaolong chuckled. “You should put away this junk of yours. Don’t embarrass yourselves.”

“Insolent!” Another member of the Bian Family fumed, his finger trembling like he was about to attack Huang Xiaolong. “I don’t care who you are, listen carefully. I advise you get off this mountain. Chairman Ma is our Bian Family’s woman. She’s not someone a nobody like you can lay fingers on. You couldn’t even think about it!”

“Watch your words! When did I become the Bian Family’s woman?” Ma Chuxia’s face became ashen.

“Kid, you degrade our Bian Family’s magic pills as worthless junk.” The Bian Family member with 23 types of True Qi sneered at Huang Xiaolong. “Sorry, but frankly, I doubt you’re even worth a tenth, no, a hundredth of a single pill.”

At that, he took a pill from the box and ridiculed Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong grinned mockingly, decided not to reveal the truth about the fake magic pills yet, and turned his gaze to Ma Chuxia. “Actually, you don’t have to trade with the Bian Family. If you want all kinds of pills and herbs, just come to me.”

“You…” Ma Chuxia was stunned.

The three members of the Bian Family all burst into laughter.

“What do you have that would be worthy of trading with Chairwoman Ma? It’s laughable! Pills? You have pills? I think you’re just bluffing. Even the most basic pill is probably way out of your league.” The Bian Family member with 23 types of True Qi wore a cat-playing-with-mice grin. “How about this: If you can offer something more valuable than our pills, we’ll give you all 24 of them. But if you can’t, kneel down, bow, and confess your mistakes. Kid, do you dare to bet?”

“Sure. But if I can give you something better than these trashy magic pills, you three have to kneel and confess your wrongs. What do you say to that?” Huang Xiaolong was visibly overjoyed, his eyes gleaming with fox-like cunning.

“You impudent little traitor! You dare to mock us–you’re asking for death!” One of the Bian Family members vented his rage like molten lava.

But the Bian Family member with 23 types of True Qi squinted at him, his eyes cold as a snake. He spoke with malicious pleasure. “Fine, I accept.”

“Great!” Huang Xiaolong was elated, and addressing the Taoist monks and priestesses around him, he said, “You all heard it. Be our witnesses.”

Many Taoist monks and priestesses did feel a bit discontent with the Bian Family. After all, they were somewhat bullying and seemed to be forcing Ma Chuxia to marry into the Bian Family.

Therefore, many people shouted out. “Yeah, we heard every word. Whoever loses this treasure bet has to kneel down, bow down, and apologize.”

“That’s great, that’s great. With so many witnesses, I won’t have to worry about you being sore losers.” Huang Xiaolong laughed.

“Stop beating around the bush! If you have anything valuable, bring it out already!” A Bian Family member taunted.

“Hmm~ as it turns out, I acquired a treasure today.” Huang Xiaolong pulled out an item from his canvas bag with a smile.

Lo and behold, it was the Magic Artifact bowl he had dug up from the maniac Zhao Zhen’s villa!

The bowl was a Magic Artifact that Huang Xiaolong had charged and consecrated anew.

“Ah~ Master Long has brought out that bowl!” exclaimed Zhou Mi. “I wonder what use that bowl has. Is Master Long relying on this bowl to compete with those three arrogant fellows?”

Miao Erfang also had a curious expression on her face.

They had all seen how much Huang Xiaolong liked that bowl, but they had no idea what sort of magical use it had. When they had asked Huang Xiaolong, they got no answer.

Now, it seemed as though Huang Xiaolong was going to demonstrate himself.

“Hmm?” While others were ignorant, Ma Chuxia, who had some knowledge in this field, took one look at Huang Xiaolong’s Magic Artifact bowl, and felt that it was filled with Buddha nature, permeated with a profound, mysterious aura. “A Magic Artifact?”

“Yes. It’s a Magic Artifact,” Huang Xiaolong answered with a nod.

The three Bian family members burst out laughing.

“A begging bowl used by a monk…hahaha, this is hilarious! You want to compete with us using this thing?” One member of the Bian Family couldn’t suppress his contempt anymore. “You’re nothing but a joker, a clown. Get on your knees now and beg for forgiveness by kowtowing until we tell you to stop. If not… we will make you suffer!”

“Why should I kowtow? You’re the ones that should be kowtowing,” Huang Xiaolong said, as if it was a matter of course. Then, he called out, “Who can get me a pound of rice?”

Rice?

Huh… this place is renowned for its game, so getting rice could be tricky?

Immediately, a Taoist went and fetched a bag of rice and carried it on stage.

Huang Xiaolong went over, opened the bag, and examined the white rice inside.

The rice was ordinary pearl rice, probably the kind that sells for a dozen or so yuan per pound in the market.

“Good. Very good, this is my first time using this Magic Artifact. Well, let’s get started.” Huang Xiaolong, all smiles, grabbed a few handfuls of pearl rice from the bag and put them into the bowl.

Before long, he had filled the bowl with pearl rice, about two to three pounds in total.

Huang Xiaolong gently shook the bowl of pearl rice, and then said, “Bring me a rice cooker, I want to cook rice.”

Cook rice?

The entire venue was dumbfounded!

Good lord, isn’t he supposed to be competing with the Bian family for treasures? Why is he cooking rice now? Is he out of his mind?

“Enough! Get on your knees and kowtow right now! We are not going to humor you any longer!” One member of the Bian family stood up, appearing ready to act against Huang Xiaolong and throw him off the stage.

The Bian family member, who had condensed 23 True Qis within his body, said threateningly, “Boy, didn’t we agree to exchange treasures? What the hell are you doing? You want to cook rice? What a joke!”

“Chuckle~~Ease up. I am just going to use the rice in the bowl to cook and pit it against your worthless elixirs,” Huang Xiaolong chuckled.

Woah~~~~~~~!!!!!!

The entire venue was in an uproar!

Cooking rice? Using a pot of pearl rice to compete against the sacred elixirs they had concocted?

Is he out of his mind?