Urban Dominating Immortal Doctor

"Alright, let's set the time limit to one year, with Huo'Er and Manager Li as witnesses."

Hearing Qin Yang's words, Old Qiao was relieved and said.

"Alright, okay."

Qin Yang smiled and nodded. Clearly, after reaching an agreement with Old Qiao, Qin Yang was in a good mood.

"Oh, right. Having just them as witnesses isn't enough. We also need a signed video and agreement for it to have more legal weight."

Qin Yang thought for a moment and said, to prevent the old man from denying it when the fruits bear well or trying to demand more due to seniority.

Hearing this, Old Qiao was speechless. This kid usually acts recklessly, when did he start caring about the law, and now he's mentioning legal efficacy?

"Fine, let's sign."

Old Qiao nodded. Within a year, having fivefold returns is pretty good for him.

However, Old Qiao thought to himself, could this kid really cultivate a lot of Spirit Fruits? This kid never lets himself suffer a loss.

At this moment, having already spoken, Old Qiao couldn't take back his words. Moreover, he didn't believe that a single fruit tree could produce that many fruits.

So, under the witness of Li Xinyan and Jiang Huo'Er, the two solemnly signed the agreement and recorded a video of the signing.

"Alright then, Old Qiao, it's settled. Over the next few days, start transporting Spirit Medicine to the Mountain Villa. Once I handle the Huaxia werewolves, I'll start planting."

Qin Yang, holding the agreement, said with a smile.

His goal was to plant Spirit Fruits and Spirit Medicine around the Feipu Manor for dozens of miles.

By then, he could also lead Sister Ruan and people close to him onto the path of Immortal Cultivation. With so much Spirit Medicine, it would be enough for everyone.

Furthermore, the extra Spirit Fruits and Spirit Grass could be used to cultivate Demon Beasts.

On the Immortal Yuan Continent, the Beast Taming Sects used a large number of Spirit Fruits and Spirit Grass to nurture Demon Beasts.

After all, low-level Demon Beasts have no racial inheritance, so they naturally don't cultivate techniques, relying only on consuming Spirit Fruits, Spirit Medicine, and other Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to increase their strength.

If one day, his strength is sufficient to tear through space to a new Plane, he wouldn't be too weak and isolated.

"Okay, I'll organize people right away to transport Spirit Medicine to the Mountain Villa."

Old Qiao nodded.

"Alright, great, let's eat. Xinyan, order the dishes."

With matters settled, Qin Yang, looking pleased, was thinking about the agreement and video in hand—a safeguard should the old man try to backtrack.

After eating, Qin Yang went into Osmanthus Forest to cultivate.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, under the complete darkness of night, Qin Yang rode the Flying Thunder Eagle away from the Mountain Villa, of course heading to the next province to continue eliminating werewolves. Staying true to his word, he wouldn't show any mercy!

Meanwhile, across half the Earth, in France, it was past three in the afternoon, right at tea time.

In an endless vineyard.

There stood Prince Barrello's manor.

At this moment, in the manor, on the lush green grass, under a large, shady tree, there was a round stone table.

On the stone table were two sets of exquisite porcelain tea sets, as well as delicately arranged dessert platters, cakes, and fresh flowers, giving a very cozy feel.

There were two figures seated on the chairs at either side of the table, one of whom was Prince Barrello.

The other, dressed in luxurious red European-style attire, was somewhat shorter than Prince Barrello and had a noble, gentle demeanor.

However, in those long, narrow eyes, a glint of sharpness occasionally flashed.

This person was Prince Brandon, one of the four great princes of the Wolf Race.

"Barrello, your manor is becoming more and more beautiful."

Prince Brandon leaned back in his chair, a look of ease on his face.

"Hehe, Brandon, it's rare for you to come over for tea. This is the purest, most authentic Huaxia Keemun black tea."

Prince Barrello smiled, turning his gaze to Brandon.

"Tsk tsk, the taste is indeed excellent."

Brandon picked up a porcelain cup, took a sip of the tea, and savored it before smiling.

"By the way, speaking of Huaxia, I heard that my Bordeaux Clan's wine sales in Huaxia have declined significantly this month."

A spark flickered in Prince Brandon's eyes as he looked at Prince Barrello.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Prince Barrello raised an eyebrow, his gaze turning towards himself.

"Hehe, Brandon, I don't know where you got your information from, but I'm not aware of this."

Prince Barrello shook his head with a laugh.

In fact, the relationship among the four great princes of the Wolf Race wasn't great. The Wolf Emperor had been slumbering for over a hundred years, and the highest authority in the Wolf Race rested in these four great princes, though their power was constrained by the Elder Council.

The Wolf Emperor had been sleeping for an indeterminate time, and it was uncertain when he would awaken; he could possibly remain asleep indefinitely, creating a vacuum in the highest power.

Thus, each of the four great princes was vying to become the next Wolf Emperor, and intrigue between them was inevitable.

Therefore, at this moment, of course, Prince Barrello wouldn't admit it; he wouldn't give Brandon the satisfaction of mocking him.

"Is that so? Hehe, Barrello, then my information source must have been wrong."

Brandon's eyes flickered as he stared at Prince Barrello's face, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"However, Barrello, if you encounter any trouble in Asia, I might be able to offer you some help."

Prince Brandon said with a grin.

Among the four great princes, Brandon was responsible for the African industries of the Bordeaux Clan, while Barrello was in charge of Asia. The remaining two princes were responsible for Europe and America.

Brandon's Africa was the continent with the lowest economic output and far less purchasing power compared to other continents, while Barrello's responsibility was the rapidly rising Asia, which contained the two most populous countries in the world, where Bordeaux wine sales were astonishing.

Therefore, if Barrello made significant mistakes, Brandon could use it as a pretext to swap responsibilities for the continent.

"Hehe, Brandon, even if there are any troubles, who would dare stand against this prince?"

Prince Barrello chuckled and said. He wouldn't use Brandon's help; he lacked the face for it, not to mention that he knew exactly what Brandon was plotting.

"You must know that no one can stop the wealth of my Bordeaux Clan."

Prince Barrello exuded strong confidence.

However, just as he finished speaking, Curtis, the Viscount responsible for intelligence, hurriedly walked over, a heavy and uneasy expression on his face.

Seeing Prince Brandon present too, Viscount Curtis adjusted his expression slightly upon approaching.

"Good afternoon, esteemed Prince Barrello and Prince Brandon."

Viscount Curtis placed a hand on his chest and slightly bowed, greeting the two great princes with a noble's courtesy.

"What's the matter, Curtis, rushing over like this?"

Prince Barrello looked at Curtis, slightly furrowing his brow. As someone responsible for intelligence, Curtis was usually composed and rarely displayed this kind of expression.