Medical Sage

Within the European Dark World, or even across the entire West... who hadn’t heard of his name, Melsdom? Who was unaware of his strength? But now? One Wenn Yongshou was pointing at his nose, mocking and ridiculing him without restraint, and another… Wenn Tianxiong actually said he would hunt down Melsdom once more!

How long has it been since anyone dared to treat me this way? If this isn’t humiliation, what is?! Had anyone else been so brazen, uttering such words to his face, he would have likely killed them without a second thought. But now… he looked up, glared deeply at Wenn Tianxiong, and forcefully suppressed the cold rage in his heart.

”Wenn Tianxiong, I admit your power is greater than mine! But let me make one thing clear to you now: in your Ween Family, you are the only one stronger than I, Melsdom… Hmph!” Holy Magister Melsdom said, his eyes turning frigid. He then shifted his gaze, filled with a chilling light, toward Wenn Yongshou and let out a heavy snort, causing the latter’s expression to change drastically.

”A mere loser defeated by my older brother, acting so arrogantly here...” Wenn Yongshou began, his face a mask of provocation.

”Enough! Shut your mouth!”

Before he could finish, however, he was cut off by the exceptionally tall figure of Wenn Tianxiong standing before him. The older brother then turned his indifferent gaze to Holy Magister Melsdom. A cold glint, sharp as a blade, flashed through his eyes before he spoke, his face like stone. ”I don’t wish to get entangled with you this time, but you had better not provoke us either. Otherwise, we will inevitably have to fight again!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he cast a look at his younger brother, Wenn Yongshou, his words sharp. ”Behave yourself!”

”...Yes, Big Brother.” Hearing this, Wenn Yongshou’s face turned exceedingly ugly. He felt utterly humiliated being scolded in front of everyone. Still, he didn’t dare act out in front of his older brother and could only shut his mouth obediently.

”Hmph!” Holy Magister Melsdom scoffed but said nothing more. This revealed just how wary he truly was of… Wenn Tianxiong.

”Why must you two be so heated?” At this moment, Prince Schumacher stepped in to smooth things over, a smile on his lips. ”As the saying goes, ’it is better to resolve a feud than to deepen it.’ Besides, we are all gathered here for a common goal. Compared to minor disagreements, isn’t the great treasure in the Sealing Ground more important? What do you say?”

”A great treasure?” Holy Magister Melsdom retorted with a sneer. ”Prince Schumacher, you make it sound so simple. If the being suppressed beneath that Formation is truly a demon at the Level of the Holy Domain, as the legends say, then I fear all of us here combined wouldn’t be enough for such an entity to crush with a single hand.” A great treasure? If it were that easy to obtain, why would you, Prince Schumacher, go to such great lengths, offering benefits and seeking help for your Brad Family? If the situation weren’t so dire that even the full might of your family couldn’t resolve it, no one would be foolish or generous enough to let outsiders like us take a piece of the pie. There’s always a price for a reward! This has been an unchanging truth for millennia!

Hearing this, Prince Schumacher’s expression shifted slightly. He understood Melsdom was expressing his displeasure at having his enemy invited without prior notice. Knowing he was at fault, the prince pretended not to hear him and said with a slow smile, ”Gentlemen, please, take your seats first.”

”Hmph!” Holy Magister Melsdom grunted, but it seemed he didn’t want any more trouble. He said nothing further and sat down directly.

Seeing this, Wenn Tianxiong’s indifferent eyes scanned the round table where Melsdom, Schumacher, Mardo, and the others were seated. Then, he walked straight toward the seat occupied by Lorid of the Nordic Odin Shrine. As Lorid’s eyes widened in disbelief, Wenn Tianxiong spoke in a tone that brooked no refusal. ”Change your seat. I want to sit here.”

Instantly, Lorid’s face turned incredibly ugly. It’s not as if there are no other empty seats; on the contrary, there are plenty! Yet Wenn Tianxiong singled me out, ordering me to give up my place! What kind of humiliation is this?

But in the end, he didn’t dare court death by defying a super-expert like Wenn Tianxiong. He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and surrendered his seat.

Such arrogance. Holy Magister Melsdom couldn’t help but mock silently. Even Prince Schumacher’s expression flickered. ”Mr. Wenn Tianxiong presumably prefers that spot… Mr. Lorid, please don’t take it to heart,” he conveyed to Lorid via voice transmission.

However, Wenn Tianxiong seemed to have noticed. His eyes briefly swept over Prince Schumacher before landing on Lorid. ”I am an Easterner,” he stated indifferently, ”so I have always preferred to sit in the eastern position.” Although his tone was far from friendly, to Lorid, it was more than enough. It gave him a way to save face.

A respectful smile immediately appeared on Lorid’s face. ”Mr. Wenn, you’re being too polite. It is my honor to yield my seat to you.”

Prince Schumacher just smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

But then, seeing his older brother’s ”imposing” display, Wenn Yongshou couldn’t resist the urge to try it himself. He scanned the round table, and his gaze suddenly froze. A look of surprise, followed by blatant mockery, spread across his features. With an air of haughty arrogance, he began walking toward Chen Fei, Young Master Chen.

Instantly, the expression on everyone’s face changed dramatically.

”Scram. I, Wenn Yongshou, want this seat!” Wenn Yongshou walked up to Chen Fei, radiating pride. He looked down on him, his eyes filled with contempt, as he spoke slowly. His tone implied he never even considered the possibility of refusal.

At once, the eyes of Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, narrowed. A chilling glint, sharp as a razor, flashed through his dark pupils, yet he still rose from his seat.

”Haha, hahaha! Smart move, kid, for being sensible. But have you even considered your status and identity? At such a young age, do you really think you’re qualified to sit in the most central position?”

Seeing Chen Fei stand, Wenn Yongshou’s face swelled with triumphant pride. He burst into a bout of wild laughter, looking down on Chen Fei from his self-proclaimed superior position, as if to lecture him. In his eyes, this seat was simply not meant for a wet-behind-the-ears brat like Chen Fei. After all, how old could he be? To be so unaware of his own standing was simply overreaching! With Wenn Yongshou’s temperament, he couldn’t stand such a thing. He felt annoyed and decided to make an example out of Chen Fei to establish his own might.

He never imagined, however, that with those words, the faces of nearly everyone present would instantly pale.

They couldn’t help it. The miserable state of Bishop Hales was still fresh in their minds. When it came to strength alone, was Chen Fei, Mr. Chen, someone Wenn Yongshou was qualified to provoke? *That* was truly biting off more than one could chew. But Wenn Yongshou’s status was different, and more importantly, his older brother, Wenn Tianxiong, was right there…

”Mr. Wenn Yongshou, why don’t you take my seat? If Mr. Chen wishes to sit there, let him,” Prince Schumacher interjected, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he stood up. That he would even offer his own seat was a clear sign of his sheer panic.

After all, in terms of background, the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church was likely far more powerful than the Ween Family. But what did that matter? Bishop Hales, with the backing of the Holy Church, was still beaten! Beaten severely, his arm broken, and forced to beg for mercy in front of everyone. Pushed too far, a man with such a volatile temper was a terrifying prospect. Even with Wenn Tianxiong present, the consequences would be unimaginable. By then, any more talk would be far too late.

”Prince Schumacher... what are you doing? He’s just a brat who’s still wet behind the ears! Look at him, is he even thirty? Is he really enough to scare you like this? This isn’t like you at all!” Emboldened by his brother’s power and used to having his way, Wenn Yongshou’s mind had grown dull and inflexible. Seeing Prince Schumacher try to stop him, he felt he was losing face and not appearing imposing enough.

He immediately turned his scornful gaze back to Chen Fei and threatened viciously, ”You little bastard, get the hell up now, or don’t blame me for getting ru—” Before he could finish the last word, his voice caught in his throat as if choked off. His face drained of color, and his pupils constricted violently.

Without him noticing, a circle of white light had erupted from under his feet, enveloping him with astonishing speed. Within the Formation, three Flame Serpents as thick as a man’s arm materialized, radiating a terrifying aura. They coiled within the array, some slithering onto Wenn Yongshou’s body, flicking their forked tongues and letting out ominous hisses.

WHOOSH!

Cold sweat began to pour down the foreheads of the onlookers. Their gazes flickered and trembled, yet they showed little surprise, as if they had known this would be the outcome all along.

As the saying goes: you reap what you sow. If you don’t court death... you won’t die.