938 A Very Fair Treaty

The old man wore a gorgeous retro suit. His hair and mustache were white. He had blue eyes and a high nose bridge and was the quintessential Western white man.

The three women would often encounter some foreign customers while running a business in Dragon City. However, this man was the first to ask for their boss by his full name. The others probably did not know that the owner of the medicinal shop was Big Brother Mo. So how did this solemn and stoic old man find out?

"Why are you looking for our boss?"

Tang Zhizhi approached the front of the shop with wariness in her eyes. Many people were now watching the shop because they were doing very well and also had a lot in stock. There were snakes and vipers creeping around everywhere, and they all wanted different things. Some of them had already started looking for the boss of the shop a while back. However, those minding the shop had kept their mouths tightly shut. No one knew who the boss of the medicinal shop was.

She thought it was odd that the old man knew Mo Wen was the store's boss. How did he know that Mo Wen was inside the shop?

"Ask your boss to come out. He has a ten-day pact with someone, but a month has already passed and he has not yet fulfilled his part of the pact. Is he a shrinking coward?"

The foreign old man spoke frostily. He had come on the orders of his mistress. He had to see Mo Wen, no matter what.

"A ten-day pact? What ten-day pact?"

A voice rang from upstairs. Then, Mo Wen walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back and a grin on his face. He glanced at the old man.

"Mo Wen, have you forgotten your promise to Miss Yao Yu? You are the first on Huaxia's Heaven List and the most famous person of Dragon City. I did not expect you to be someone who would go back on your word."

The foreign old man frowned slightly. What was with this attitude? Was Mo Wen going to deny what happened? Previously, the ten-day pact had been agreed upon between Mo Wen and the old man's mistress. If Mo Wen were to deny it, the old man's mistress would be very unhappy. After all, the only reason why his mistress had stayed in Dragon City was to deal with the brat.

"Old man, don't get excited. I have a terrible habit, and that is that I have a poor memory. What kind of pact do I have with your mistress? Tell me about it. Do we have a marriage agreement that I am unaware of?"

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, looking as if he had forgotten what he had said.

"You dare to make fun of my mistress?"

The old man's face was as cold as ice. A shocking aura erupted from him. The terrifying power made Mo Wen feel as if the waves of the ocean was crashing down upon him. It was horrifying.

The sacred level!

Furthermore, the old man's aura was only directed at Mo Wen. Tang Zhizhi and the others, who were standing off to the side, did not react at all. It also did not attract any attention from the powerhouses of Dragon City. This control was not simple to achieve.

Wise Man Ku Ji of Huatian Palace was considered quite famous in the senate. He was an immortal cultivator at the peak of the Primordial Soul realm. This man, who was at the peak of the sacred level called Yao Yu his mistress and described himself as a servant.

Western superpowered persons called those above the Primordial Soul Realm Divine Way Powerhouses. It meant that they had gone beyond the ordinary and were now in the divine. They were different from ordinary people and, as such, were called sacred level existences.

However, the sacred level was just a general form of address. There were many different levels of superpowered persons above this realm. Generally, they were the same as the immortal cultivators of Huaxia. However, there were many different sects in the western world and there were many races as well. Different sects or races would use different names for the realms.

For example, in the Blood Kindred, the sacred level was equivalent to their marquis rank and above. Being a marquis was the equivalent of being in the Primordial Soul Realm in Huaxia. Above that were the duke, the lord, and the emperor…

Meanwhile, the clergies of the Gods Alliance addressed those in the Primordial Soul Realm as Magis. Above that were the saint, the great saint, and the saint king…

Even though the forms of address were different, they did not differ much in terms of meaning. There were three thousand great paths, but they all ended up in the same place. As such, the realms were all about the same.

The foreign old man in front of them was obviously a magi from the Gods Alliance who had high standing.

"Your cultivation is amazing. I admire you greatly."

Mo Wen put his hands together. The man before him had a cultivation that was equal to that at the pinnacle of the Primordial Soul Realm. Mo Wen felt that he was no match for the man. Even though they were both in the Primordial Soul Realm, the difference between them was great. Those who had only just entered the Primordial Soul Realm and those at its pinnacle were of different levels.

"Mr. Mo Wen, you all in Huaxia have an ancient saying. A gentleman never goes back on his word. Do you intend to break your promise?"

Kaduolong spoke lightly. If they were anywhere else, he would not bother to say so much to this young man. He would just capture him and take him away. However, they were in Dragon City, and he did not dare to behave rashly.

"You are being too serious. I am just a regular person. I do not dare to call myself a gentleman." Mo Wen shook his head and said, "I only said what I did casually to argue for what I believed in. I did not take it seriously. Since Miss Yao Yu is so serious about it, it does not matter if I fight with her."

Such a powerful man was willing to be Yao Yu's servant. This woman had to have a strong background. However, this also made Mo Wen excited. When he had fought with the warriors from Peng Lai Immortal Realm, they were not on the same level as him. As such, he felt some anticipation, as well. Perhaps that woman, Yao Yu, would surprise him.

"It would be best if you keep your promise. Why wait? Let's hold the fight today."

Kaduolong nodded. His mistress could not stay in the Dragon City for so long. She had to get rid of this kid as soon as possible and then leave Huaxia.

"Let's go." Mo Wen was not the type to drag his feet.

"Big Brother Mo, can you bring us along with you?" Tang Zhizhi asked excitedly. She had been present when Mo Wen challenged Yao Yu. Because she knew what had happened, she was even more excited for fight between Mo Wen and Yao Yu.

Su Wan'er and Wang Qian did not speak. However, one could see the anticipation in their eyes.

"Alright, I will take you guys along with me." Mo Wen did not object.

…

Ever since he had found out some of the secrets of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm, Mo Wen began to feel threatened. He also understood why the Sinister Wind Sect thought of him as an enemy.

After the Martial Arts Circle Convention ended, Mo Qingtian went to look for him and told him everything. He had not expected that the 34th Ming Cult Sect Leader had been so powerful that he was able to create such chaos in the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. Mo Wen did not know how many sects the man had offended.

However, that sect leader seemed to have met a bad end. After all, the Peng Lai Immortal Realm had existed for a long time and was involved in the great battle of the worlds during the Middle Age. Some of the sects seemed simple on the surface, but they could hold a shocking power that was difficult to imagine.

Even though the Sect Leader of the Ming Cult was a rare genius with high cultivation levels, and was said to be at the pinnacle of the Tide Changing Realm, he did not manage to survive in the end. He had fallen more than a hundred years ago. Furthermore, the fall of the Ming Cult seemed to have something to do with the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. Otherwise, why would a powerful sect that had shocked the world fall just like that?

The battle arena was the only place in Dragon City where people could fight. It was forbidden for fights to take place anywhere else in Dragon City. However, where there were people, there would be enmity. Warriors of different factions were gathered in Dragon City, and there would naturally be plenty of rivalries. There were clashes almost every day, and the battle arena was where these conflicts could be resolved.

The martial arts world worshiped power, and those who were powerful were revered. Everything could be resolved with fists, and those who won would get the last say. Before fighting, both parties had to come up with a treaty. The person who lost would have to follow it, even if the agreement stated that the entire sect of the losing party had to commit suicide.

The treaties made in the battle arena had never been violated because everyone knew that Huatian Palace backed that venue.

As such, for battles in the arena, everyone was careful in signing the agreement. No one would be stupid enough to force themselves down the path of death unless they had complete confidence in themselves.

"Young Master Mo, you agreed to fight with me in 10 days. Why have you come so late? I have been waiting for you."

Yao Yu was as charming as usual and sounded coy as she spoke. She had even intentionally learned to act like the martial artists of Huaxia and address a promising young man as 'young master.' She behaved coyly, and just a word from her could drive one's imagination into overdrive.

"Younger Sister Yao Yu, don't worry. How could your Big Brother Mo make you wait too long?" Mo Wen said with a laugh, taking the opportunity to beat Yao Yu at her own game.

" 'Big Brother Mo?' I really want you to be my Big Brother Mo. However, I like powerful people. You have to beat me first. Otherwise, you can only be my servant."

Yao Yu's little mouth tilted into a smile. Her lips were luscious and red, making one want to bite them.

"Servant? My Younger Sister Yao Yu has such heavy taste. I see that you're into Sado-Masochism. I like that." Mo Wen sniggered and swept his eyes up and down Yao Yu. He even paused at the important parts.

"Sign the treaty."

Yao Yu's expression immediately cooled. Her emotions had switched quick enough to give a person whiplash. Even though she liked to tease others, it also depended on who the person was. Someone like Mo Wen, who had thick skin and was shameless, would make her feel as if she was the one who had lost if she continued to tease him.

She would allow him to be arrogant now. When he lost to her, he would become her servant. She would see how arrogant he was then.

On the surface, Yao Yu seemed like a seductress. However, she was a sadist, and she instantly thought of countless ways to torture Mo Wen.

"I suppose you all know of the rules of the battle arena. I am the referee of this battle. Once the treaty is signed, it cannot be changed. Think about it carefully."

An old man approached. He was Elder Zhenshan, who managed the battle arena. He did not preside over ordinary matches. However, this match was different, for it involved Mo Wen and Yao Yu. If he did not come himself, an ordinary referee might not be able to handle the situation.

"What will you do if you lose the battle?"

The referee looked at Yao Yu. Both parties' opinions had to be sought for the treaty. If one party did not agree, then it would not effective.

"If I lose, I will be his woman and never leave him," Yao Yu said lightly. The battle treaty would, of course, follow the wager of the martial arts world, in which the winner of the match would marry the girl.

"What will you do if you lose the battle?" The referee looked at Mo Wen.

"If I lose, I will be her man and never leave her," Mo Wen said with a laugh.

The referee felt lost and looked at Mo Wen and Yao Yu with a stunned expression. What was happening between the two? The referee was confused. If the treaty were to take effect, wouldn't that mean that they were flirting right in front of him? Were they teasing him intentionally?!

"Mo Wen…!" Yao Yu glared at Mo Wen. Her gaze was like a knife that sliced at the young man.

Many people had gathered at the spectator platform of the battle arena. The battle involved both Mo Wen and Yao Yu, and, as such, the news had spread within Dragon City very quickly. People rushed to the battle arena in a constant stream, and a large number had gathered there.

"Pfft…" In the corner of the battle arena, Stunning Snow was holding a cup of clear tea. When she heard what Mo Wen said, she could not help it but spit it out.