( 801 - .....) Unrivaled Medicine God

Chapter 817: Striking Where It Hurts

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

At the Profound Wind Holy Land, in the White Valiant Region.

An elderly man and a youth stood in the air, right overhead the Holy Land.

The youth carried a long wooden staff on his back, standing with his hands behind his back, his expression lofty.

"Young Master Tong, this place is the White Valiant Region's boundary-line," the elder said.

"En, this White Valiant Region is average in strength; virtually all of them here are Rank Nine Holy Lands. There's no challenge for me at all!" the youth said in annoyance.

"In this one year, Young Master Tong's strength made remarkable progress. Heaven and Earth Staff Art had been mastered 50% of in terms of level and skill. Given time, Young Master Tong will definitely be able to reach Master's standard," the elder said. 1

"Master said that the path of staff techniques doesn't have shortcuts. There is only non-stop battle after battle. But in this one year, I really didn't encounter many adversaries! Grandpa Sun, why not forget about this White Valiant Region. Let's go to Rank Eight Holy Lands?"

"As per Master's instructions, Young Master Tong still has half a year's time before you can challenge Rank Eight Holy Lands' geniuses. This old man dare not make the decision arbitrarily," the old man said fearfully.

The youth pursed his mouth and said unhappily, "So troublesome! Recently, my staff technique is advancing slower and slower. I can't find opponents in Rank Nine Holy Lands at all. What need is there still to carry on accumulating? Forget it, forget it. I also know that it's hard on Grandpa Sun. I'll just follow Master's plan!"

When the youth saw the elderly man's difficult look, he ultimately still did not continue being willful.

The old man smiled warmly. Only now did he set his mind at ease.

After half a day, there were wailing cries at the Profound Wind Holy Land.

"What kind of lousy Holy Land! The Young Lord's strength is actually so weak! This kind of place can also be called a Holy Land? Sigh, Master's rule is really troublesome. How many more of this kind of rookies do I have to fight with still?!" the youth put away the staff and said disdainfully.

The old man said with a smile, "Huhu, how many people can have Young Master Tong's level of talent? Even Master praised Young Master Tong too, saying that when he was around your age, his accomplishments weren't even as high as yours."

The youth waved his hand and said, "Downright boring. Let's go, Grandpa Sun, we still have to hurry onto the next Holy Land!"

Under the watchful eyes of the people, the one old man and one youth slowly left.

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In the Crimson Afterglow Holy Land's holy hall, Ye Yuan sat at the head-seat, while the Wu Family's elder, Wu Siyuan, sat at a lower position.

"Young Lord Ye, previously, it was all Jiantong who didn't know any better. A great man rarely stoops to pettiness. Don't be angry with him anymore. I've already grounded him for a year, making him stay at home to cultivate in seclusion honestly. He isn't permitted to go out and stir up trouble anymore!" Wu Siyuan said with an obsequious smile.

The expression on Wu Siyuan's face even carried fawning, behaving completely different from before.

Ye Yuan maintained composure and said, "Elder Wu finding this Young Lord, I wonder what matter is it for?"