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 Miracle Doctor Chapter 651

Inside the Mercedes RV.

Sun Wu asked with concern, “Old Huang, how’s your hand?”

“It’s just a broken bone, no big deal.” Recalling Ye Qiu’s terrifying skills, Old Huang still felt a lingering fear.

“Xiao Yu, drive to the hospital. Let’s get Old Huang’s bone set first,” Sun Wu instructed.

“No need,” Old Huang said. “Too many people knowing about this isn’t good. Have a private doctor come to the house instead.”

“Old Huang, you think of everything.”

Sun Wu gritted his teeth and continued, “I’ve been in Suhang for decades, and since founding the Green Wolf Gang, this is the first time someone’s slapped my face. It’s an utter humiliation.”

“What’s worse, he even broke one of Old Huang’s hands.”

“If I don’t get revenge, I’m not a man.”

“Xiao Yu, later you’ll gather the boys. Tonight, we’re going back to the Qian family.”

Old Huang’s expression remained neutral as he asked, “Fifth Master, what do you plan to do?”

Sun Wu spat out four words through clenched teeth: “Raze the Qian family!”

“Fifth Master, forgive my bluntness, but you’d best not do that,” Old Huang said. “If he held nothing back when we fought earlier, I wouldn’t have gotten off with just a broken hand.”

Sun Wu was startled. “Old Huang, you mean he was holding back?”

“Yes,” Old Huang said gravely. “His true strength is likely close to the top three on the Dragon List.”

Hiss!

Sun Wu sucked in a sharp breath.

“Even if you rallied all the boys, Fifth Master, we might not kill him. With his skills, if he wanted to escape, no one in Suhang could stop him.”

“And if he didn’t run, to take him down, we’d probably lose over a thousand men.”

“To kill one person at such a cost—it’s not worth it.”

“Besides, with enemies all around us now, the Green Wolf Gang can’t afford any losses.”

Old Huang concluded, “I think we should let this matter drop.”

Though unwilling, Sun Wu knew Old Huang spoke the truth.

“Fine, we’ll do as you say,” Sun Wu agreed, then asked, “Old Huang, any movement from Dragon Gate?”

Old Huang shook his head.

Sun Wu frowned. “Cao Yuan’s a cunning warlord. Dragon Gate’s already marching south. By all accounts, he should’ve set his sights on Suhang long ago. Why hasn’t he moved against us?”

“That is indeed odd,” Old Huang said. “It’s like Cao Yuan’s forgotten about Suhang.”

Sun Wu replied, “Cao Yuan’s the type to plan before striking. When he does, it’ll be a thunderbolt. He’s probably scheming something.”

Old Huang asked, “Compared to Dragon Gate, we have no edge at all. Fifth Master, if Dragon Gate comes to Suhang, what will you do?”

“What can I do? We’ve only two paths: submit or resist.”

Sun Wu continued, “Submission might offer a way to live. Resistance is a death sentence.”

“So, Fifth Master, do you choose death or life?” Old Huang pressed.

“Of course, life. I’m not done living,” Sun Wu said. “The Green Wolf Gang can submit to Dragon Gate, but I want to stay in Suhang.”

Old Huang understood.

Sun Wu intended to nominally submit to Cao Yuan while secretly remaining Suhang’s local tyrant.

“Fifth Master, I’m afraid Cao Yuan won’t agree to that,” Old Huang warned.

“That’s exactly why I wanted to recruit that kid at the Qian house,” Sun Wu said. “If I had a few Dragon List-level fighters under me, would I fear Cao Yuan?”

Old Huang suddenly recalled Ye Qiu’s words and cautioned, “Fifth Master, that kid said you’d face a bloody disaster. Be careful lately.”

“Bloody disaster? Nonsense…” Sun Wu began.

Beep beep beep—

His phone suddenly rang.

Sun Wu answered, listened briefly, then hung up, his face turning serious.

“What’s wrong?” Old Huang asked, noticing the change.

Sun Wu said, “Some unfamiliar faces showed up near Green Wolf Gang headquarters today. The boys suspect they’re Dragon Gate scouts.”

Old Huang replied, “Scouts or not, grab a few and ask. That’ll clear it up.”

“The boys tried, but oddly, those people seem skilled. Not one was caught.”

Oh?

A flicker of surprise crossed Old Huang’s eyes.

“Could Cao Yuan be preparing to move on us?” Sun Wu said, his face darkening.

Old Huang thought for a moment. “Fifth Master, let’s head straight to headquarters.”

Sun Wu had the same idea. “Xiao Yu, to headquarters.”

…

After Sun Wu left, Cao Chunmei and her daughter were officially expelled from the family.

With Ye Qiu resolving the Qian family’s troubles, everyone was delighted—except Ye Qiu himself. The reason? Old Master Qian had given him a courtesy name.

This bugged him all day.

That night, in his room, Ye Qiu muttered under his breath about Old Master Qian: “I could’ve lived to a hundred, but you gave me ‘Changsheng’ (Longevity)? Isn’t that cursing me to be short-lived?”

“If you couldn’t think of a good name, just go with Ye Xuan, Ye Wen, Ye Fan, Ye Chen, Ye Xiu, Ye Wudao—I’d have accepted any of those.”

“Why ‘Changsheng’? It’s got no style at all.”

“Grandfather, oh Grandfather, you may be a world-renowned scholar, but when it comes to naming, you’re no match for my grandpa.”

“Look at the names he picked: Ye Wushuang (Unmatched), Ye Wudi (Invincible)—one peerless, one unbeatable. They sound badass and awe-inspiring.”

Knock knock!

A sudden rap at the door.

“Who’s there?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Cousin, it’s me,” Qian Duoduo’s voice came from outside.

“Come in!”

As Ye Qiu spoke, the door cracked open, and Qian Duoduo slipped in sneakily.

“What’re you up to?” Ye Qiu asked.

Qian Duoduo grinned. “Cousin, staying home’s boring. Let me take you out for drinks!”

Ye Qiu scoffed. “If I want a drink, do I need you to take me?”

“Suhang’s nightlife is buzzing. I know a great spot. Come on, Cousin, let’s go!” Qian Duoduo grabbed Ye Qiu and dragged him out.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a towering building.

Stepping out, Ye Qiu looked up. The building gleamed with opulence, its top adorned with four neon-lit characters—

Platinum Club!

Ye Qiu instantly knew what this place was and said, “Duoduo, let’s head back.”

Fearing Ye Qiu would leave, Qian Duoduo clutched his sleeve, pulling him inside. “Cousin, trust me, this place is a blast. They’ve got special services here~”

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Qian Duoduo led Ye Qiu through the lobby with ease, into the elevator, and up to the ninth floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Ye Qiu saw two rows of girls standing outside.

Each one was tall, dressed in low-cut uniforms that revealed long legs, their faces beaming with sweet smiles.

“Good evening, boss! Welcome~”

As Qian Duoduo stepped out with Ye Qiu, the two rows of girls bowed in unison, a wave of curves and dazzling white skin catching the eye.

“Xiao Tao, it’s been a while. Did you miss me?” Qian Duoduo grinned cheekily, wrapping an arm around one girl’s slim waist.

“Brother Qian, what took you so long? I’ve been dying to see you,” the girl pouted playfully, feigning a sulky tone.

Qian Duoduo kissed her on the lips and laughed, “I was off having fun in the capital for a bit. Came here just for you today. Set things up for us.”

“Who’s this handsome guy?” The girl glanced at Ye Qiu, asking Qian Duoduo.

“My cousin,” Qian Duoduo replied, lowering his voice. “Get the prettiest girl here for him—full service. Money’s no issue.”

“Got it!”

The girl led them to a private room, then left to fetch someone.

“You seem pretty familiar with this place,” Ye Qiu remarked, settling onto the sofa.

He was a bit surprised. He hadn’t expected this lovesick fool to be such a seasoned player.

“It’s alright. I’ve been here a few times,” Qian Duoduo said with a grin. “Cousin, when the girls come, pick whichever one you like.”

Ye Qiu had no interest. “What did it feel like when you kissed that girl’s mouth just now?”

“Like eating a piece of chocolate—sweet and fragrant,” Qian Duoduo said, licking his lips with relish.

Ye Qiu pressed, “Have you ever thought that maybe, before you kissed her, her mouth might’ve been on another man’s—”

“Cousin, stop! That’s gross,” Qian Duoduo cut in hastily. “Tonight’s about relaxing. Go wild later.”

“Who owns this club? Do you know?” Ye Qiu asked suddenly.

From the moment he’d entered the building, he’d been quietly observing. The place was packed with security—both visible guards and hidden ones—at least a hundred in total.

Even inside the club, he’d noticed that some of the hostesses, including Xiao Tao who greeted Qian Duoduo, had martial arts training.

Clearly, the club’s owner was no ordinary figure.

“Cousin, you don’t know?” Qian Duoduo said, then slapped his forehead with a laugh. “Oh, right, I forgot—you’re new to Suhang. Of course you wouldn’t know who owns this club.”

“Let me tell you, the boss here is a big deal. And you’ve met him.”

“Guess who?”

Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed. “Sun Wu?”

“Smart,” Qian Duoduo confirmed. “Not only is this club Sun Wu’s, but this whole building is the Green Wolf Gang’s headquarters.”

What the hell—this is Sun Wu’s den!

Ye Qiu’s face darkened, his voice icy. “I just slapped Sun Wu this afternoon, and you bring me to Green Wolf Gang headquarters tonight? Qian Duoduo, are you tired of living?”

Qian Duoduo chuckled nervously. “Cousin, don’t worry. You scared Sun Wu off—he won’t dare touch you now.”

“Besides, the Platinum Club is super safe.”

“Sun Wu’s said before: friends or enemies, anyone who comes to the Platinum Club to spend money is off-limits for trouble.”

“It’s been open in Suhang for years, and its booming business has a lot to do with Sun Wu’s reputation.”

“Relax—no one, not even Sun Wu, will mess with you here…”

Bang!

Before Qian Duoduo could finish, the door to the private room burst open. A figure flew in from outside, crashing onto the glass coffee table.

With a loud crash, the table shattered.

“So this is your ‘special service’? Definitely different from other clubs,” Ye Qiu said with a cold laugh.

Qian Duoduo looked awkward. He’d just said no one dared cause trouble here, and now this.

“Cousin, it’s gotta be a misunderstanding.”

He glanced down and realised the person who’d smashed the table was Xiao Tao.

She was covered in blood and unconscious.

“Didn’t Xiao Tao go to get girls for us? How’d this happen?” Qian Duoduo muttered, puzzled.

Just then, Ye Qiu heard panicked screams echoing from the corridor outside.

He strode to the door and peeked out. The hallway was packed with people running in terror toward the exit, like they were fleeing for their lives.

What’s going on?

Puzzled, Ye Qiu closed the door and knelt beside Xiao Tao, quickly checking her injuries.

“She’s fine—just a few broken ribs. She won’t die,” Ye Qiu said.

“Damn it, who did this? How could they be so brutal to a helpless girl?” Qian Duoduo cursed.

“She’s no helpless girl,” Ye Qiu replied.

Qian Duoduo blinked. “What do you mean?”

Ye Qiu ignored him, swiftly tapping a few points on Xiao Tao’s body. Moments later, she stirred awake.

Seeing Ye Qiu and Qian Duoduo, she gasped, “Brother Qian, you’ve gotta get out of here—it’s dangerous!”

“Xiao Tao, who hurt you like this? What’s happening?” Qian Duoduo asked urgently.

Her face twisted with fear. “I was about to get girls for you when a group stormed in from outside. They attacked everyone—my sisters got hurt bad.”

“Some guests were slashed too.”

“They’re ruthless and crazy skilled. No one can stop them.”

“They’re heading for the thirty-third floor.”

The thirty-third floor?

Ye Qiu and Qian Duoduo exchanged a look, both confused.

“What’s on the thirty-third floor?” Qian Duoduo asked.

“It’s Fifth Master’s office,” Xiao Tao said.

Ye Qiu pieced it together instantly—this group was after Sun Wu.

Xiao Tao added, “A few days ago, I overheard the girls saying Dragon Gate’s planning to sweep the land, and Suhang’s their next target. I think these people might be from Dragon Gate.”

Ye Qiu shook his head. “Not likely. Dragon Gate operates with rules—they don’t harm innocents.”

Xiao Tao trembled. “If not Dragon Gate, I can’t imagine who’d dare storm Green Wolf Gang headquarters like this.”

“They’re killing like they’re possessed—pure demons.”

“I’ve never seen anything so terrifying.”

A sudden thought struck Ye Qiu, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

“Duoduo, let’s go check it out.”

With that, he turned and headed out of the room.

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After Ye Qiu stepped out of the private room, Qian Duoduo turned to Xiao Tao and said, “Xiao Tao, you’re still injured. Stay here!”

“Take care of yourself.”

“If any bad guys come after you, call me right away.”

Xiao Tao hadn’t expected Qian Duoduo to be the one showing concern for her in such a dangerous moment. Tears welled up in her eyes as she said, “Brother Qian, it’s dangerous out there. Don’t go.”

“It’s fine.” Qian Duoduo smiled and quickly stepped out.

Xiao Tao hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth and chasing after him, still pleading, “Brother Qian, you should stay in the room. Those people are like devils—truly terrifying.”

“Evil never triumphs over good. Whatever kind of ghosts they are, they’re dead meat if they cross me.”

Qian Duoduo struck a pose of righteous indignation.

Instantly, his image in Xiao Tao’s mind grew towering and heroic.

Little did she know, Qian Duoduo’s bravado stemmed entirely from having Ye Qiu by his side.

Without that, even with a thousand doses of courage, he wouldn’t dare act so bold.

Ye Qiu walked a bit further down the corridor and frowned.

Blood was everywhere on the floor.

The stench was overwhelming.

The once-bustling club was now eerily empty, save for the wreckage and bloodstains—no sign of anyone.

Qian Duoduo asked in shock, “Cousin, how come there’s not a single person around?”

Ye Qiu shot back irritably, “Are you dumb? Someone storms in slashing people—who’d stick around waiting to die instead of running?”

“Yeah, all the sisters got out,” Xiao Tao added.

Qian Duoduo clarified, “I meant the attackers. How come we haven’t seen a single one?”

“Didn’t you hear Xiao Tao earlier? They went up to the thirty-third floor,” Ye Qiu said.

His gaze suddenly landed on the elevator entrance.

There, on the wall outside the elevator, was a snake-shaped pattern.

It was fist-sized, with a coiled body, an upward-facing head, glowing green eyes, and a slightly open mouth revealing a crimson tongue. An aura of evil radiated from it.

Ye Qiu recognized it instantly—it was the totem of the Witch God Cult!

“So it’s you guys.”

A murderous intent flashed across Ye Qiu’s face as he let out a cold snort.

“Cousin, who’re you talking about?” Qian Duoduo asked.

Ye Qiu ignored him.

Back in the room, Xiao Tao’s description had already made him suspect the attackers’ style matched the Witch God Cult. That’s why he’d come out to investigate.

Now, seeing this totem, he knew his guess was spot-on.

Strange—why would the Witch God Cult target the Green Wolf Gang?

What’s their goal?

Ye Qiu pondered for a moment, then a realization hit him.

Could it be that the Witch God Cult is vying with Dragon Gate for territory?

The cult had previously established branches in many cities. Over the past year, as Dragon Gate swept through the northern fourteen provinces and moved south, numerous Witch God Cult branches were uprooted, suffering heavy losses.

This infuriated the cult’s leadership, who sent many experts to assassinate Cao Yuan. Yet, not only did they fail, but they also lost several elder-level masters, severely weakening the cult.

“It seems the Witch God Cult has shifted its strategy—now they’re competing with Dragon Gate for turf to halt their expansion.”

Another question crossed Ye Qiu’s mind.

“The Ninth Eunuch has been keeping tabs on the Witch God Cult. Why hasn’t he made a move when they’re attacking the Green Wolf Gang?”

“Is he unaware, or does he know and just doesn’t care?”

“Whatever. Since I’ve run into them, I’ll take them out first.”

With that thought, Ye Qiu asked Qian Duoduo, “You want to stay here or come with me?”

“What’s the difference?” Qian Duoduo asked.

Ye Qiu replied, “Staying here is safer. Coming with me might get… exciting.”

Qian Duoduo grinned. “Wherever you are, Cousin, I’m there. I live for excitement.”

“Then let’s go.”

Inside the elevator, Qian Duoduo noticed Xiao Tao standing alone outside, injured and looking pitiful. Feeling a pang of sympathy, he said, “Xiao Tao, want to come with us?”

She hesitated, then stepped in.

As she entered, she saw Ye Qiu press the button for the thirty-third floor.

“You’re going to Fifth Master’s office?”

Xiao Tao was stunned. “Those demons headed up there. If nothing’s changed, they’re probably in his office right now.”

Ye Qiu said calmly, “I know.”

You know and you’re still going?

Are you nuts?

“Isn’t it… dangerous to head to Fifth Master’s office right now?”

Xiao Tao almost said “suicidal” but caught herself, remembering Ye Qiu was Qian Duoduo’s friend.

“You wanted to say I’m courting death, right?” Ye Qiu chuckled. “It’s not me seeking death—it’s them.”

Them?

Xiao Tao’s eyes widened. “You know those demons?”

Ye Qiu gave her a once-over. Decent looks, nice figure. “You’re not too dumb—your brain matches your face and body. Duoduo, if you like her, you could take her as a side piece.”

Qian Duoduo panicked. “Cousin, don’t talk nonsense…”

“She’s still a virgin.”

Ye Qiu’s words left Qian Duoduo dumbfounded and Xiao Tao blushing.

Ding!

They reached the thirty-third floor.

The elevator doors opened, revealing two men standing outside, exuding a sinister aura.

Witch God Cult members!

Xiao Tao’s face paled, about to warn Ye Qiu, but before she could speak, he lunged forward, grabbed both men by the throats, and squeezed.

Crack!

Their throats shattered.

Both dropped dead instantly.

“Holy crap, Cousin, you killed them?” Qian Duoduo’s face twisted in terror, nearly wetting himself.

Xiao Tao stared at Ye Qiu in shock, clearly not expecting him to kill.

“Isn’t it exciting?” Ye Qiu glanced back at Qian Duoduo with a sly smile. “The real thrills are yet to come.”

In the next instant, Qian Duoduo and Xiao Tao watched as Ye Qiu turned into a blur and shot forward.

The corridor was lined with dozens of Witch God Cult members.

Ye Qiu moved like an emotionless reaper. Wherever he went, cultists fell. In just a few minutes, over thirty lay dead in pools of blood.

“Crap, Cousin’s killed so many—he’s in deep trouble now!”

Qian Duoduo, who’d never seen such a scene, felt his legs turn to jelly.

Xiao Tao was equally horrified. In her eyes, Ye Qiu’s actions now seemed even more terrifying than those “demons.”

A few more minutes passed.

The corridor was now empty of living souls except for the three of them—and over fifty corpses.

Ye Qiu asked, “Where’s Sun Wu’s office?”

“Up ahead,” Xiao Tao replied, pointing to the end of the corridor, her voice tinged with respect and fear.

Ye Qiu strode forward.

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The door to Sun Wu’s office wasn’t fully closed, hanging ajar. Ye Qiu approached quietly and peeked inside.

There were twenty to thirty people in the room.

Ye Qiu spotted Sun Wu immediately.

Sun Wu, Old Huang, the youth called Xiao Yu, and a few Green Wolf Gang disciples were surrounded by a group from the Witch God Cult.

Several corpses lay on the floor—all Green Wolf Gang members.

The leader of the Witch God Cult was a short, black-robed old man exuding a dark, sinister aura.

“Who the hell are you people?”

“I, Sun Wu, have never offended you. Why are you attacking my Green Wolf Gang headquarters?” Sun Wu demanded sharply.

Clearly, he didn’t yet know these were Witch God Cult members.

The short old man grinned eerily. “Your Green Wolf Gang has no past grudges or recent enmity with us. We’re slaughtering your headquarters today simply because I find you displeasing.”

What kind of reason was that?

Sun Wu didn’t buy it. “Are you from Dragon Gate?”

He asked because, in his mind, only Dragon Gate would dare storm the Green Wolf Gang’s base.

“Dragon Gate?” The old man snorted. “What’s Dragon Gate? Just a rabble of nobodies.”

That made Sun Wu realize these weren’t Dragon Gate people.

Even more puzzled, he pressed, “If you’re not from Dragon Gate, then who are you?”

“Who we are doesn’t matter. What matters is that after today, Suhang will no longer have a Sun Wu or a Green Wolf Gang.”

The old man smirked. “I’m here to kill you and wipe out your gang.”

“Even if you’re going to kill me, can’t you at least tell me who you are so I can die knowing?” Sun Wu said, hoping that identifying them might open a chance to negotiate.

But he underestimated the old man’s resolve.

“At this point, why bother with words? Sun Wu, just die!”

As the old man spoke, two Witch God Cult disciples behind him charged at Sun Wu with machetes.

Xiao Yu flashed forward, blocking their path.

His skills were impressive—within a dozen moves, he’d severely injured both cultists.

Sun Wu’s confidence surged. Staring at the old man, he said, “Killing me won’t be that easy.”

“You’re so naive. Killing you is easier for me than squashing an ant,” the old man replied.

He raised a hand and made a gesture.

A youth stepped forward from behind him.

The youth, not yet thirty, was rail-thin like a bamboo pole, sporting a mohawk with the top dyed white. He wore a filthy leather jacket that looked unwashed for years, reeking so badly that even Ye Qiu, standing outside, caught the stench.

“Damn, this guy’s hygiene is atrocious!” Ye Qiu cursed inwardly.

Boom!

The youth moved suddenly, lunging like a tiger down a mountain, throwing a swift punch at Xiao Yu.

“Here we go!”

Xiao Yu roared, meeting the punch head-on.

Bang!

Their fists collided in midair with a loud crack, each staggering back five steps.

Xiao Yu’s face grew solemn. That single exchange told him this youth’s strength was terrifying.

“Not bad. The Green Wolf Gang finally has someone decent,” the youth said, his eyes blazing with battle lust. He beckoned Xiao Yu with a finger. “Come on, let’s fight three hundred rounds!”

The old man snapped coldly, “White-Headed Weng, don’t waste time.”

“Yes, sir,” the youth replied respectfully, then looked at Xiao Yu with regret. “I wanted to go three hundred rounds with you, but Left Envoy says no. Guess I’ll just send you to the underworld.”

Left Envoy?

Ye Qiu’s eyes flicked to the old man. This guy was the Witch God Cult’s Left Envoy?

He recalled the last time he’d taken down Poison Scorpion, the cult’s Right Envoy.

At that moment, White-Headed Weng moved again, faster than before, reaching Xiao Yu in a blink and swinging a fist.

Xiao Yu didn’t back down, countering immediately.

The two clashed fiercely.

In fewer than thirty moves, a loud “bang” rang out. Xiao Yu was sent flying, crashing to the ground and spitting blood, his face deathly pale.

“Die!”

White-Headed Weng charged with murderous intent, stomping toward Xiao Yu’s face.

If that foot landed, Xiao Yu wouldn’t just die—he’d be disfigured.

Just as the foot was twenty centimeters from Xiao Yu’s face, a deep shout echoed.

“Get lost!”

Old Huang struck, grabbing White-Headed Weng’s ankle in a flash and flinging him aside.

The youth slammed into the wall, blood streaming from his head.

Old Huang helped Xiao Yu up. “You okay?”

Xiao Yu shook his head. “I’m fine. Thank you, Master.”

“Step back. I’ll handle this,” Old Huang said, then turned to the old man. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re from the Witch God Cult, right?”

“Ho, good skills and sharp eyes,” the old man chuckled.

Sun Wu’s heart jolted.

The Witch God Cult?

“We’ve never crossed paths with your cult. Why are you targeting me?” Sun Wu demanded.

The old man smiled faintly. “Does the Witch God Cult need a reason to act?”

That single sentence left Sun Wu speechless.

True enough—the Witch God Cult was notorious for its atrocities: burning, killing, looting, no evil left undone. Once they set their sights on you, your fate was grim.

“I don’t care why your cult wants to destroy the Green Wolf Gang,” Old Huang said. “I have one request: let Fifth Master and Xiao Yu go. Take my life instead.”

“Facing death and still trying to negotiate? Laughable.”

The old man eyed Old Huang. “Your skills are decent, on par with Dragon List fighters, but against me, you’ve only one path—death.”

“You’ll die today.”

“Sun Wu will die.”

“Every Green Wolf Gang member in this room will die.”

“The Witch God Cult excels at extermination!”

With that, the old man crossed his fingers in front of him, rapidly shifting through gestures.

No one could decipher what he was doing.

Old Huang frowned in confusion. He’d seen a lot in his time, yet he couldn’t figure out the old man’s intent.

But he knew this opponent was no pushover.

A moment later, Old Huang sensed a dangerous aura closing in. As he prepared to act, the old man pointed at him and barked, “Fall!”

Clang—

Old Huang collapsed to the ground.

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“Master!”

“Old Huang?”

The sudden turn of events left Xiao Yu and Sun Wu in shock.

They couldn’t fathom how Old Huang, whose strength rivaled the top ranks of the Dragon List, collapsed after the short old man uttered a single word.

What was going on?

Not just them, even Old Huang himself found it unbelievable.

Moments ago, sensing danger, he’d prepared to strike. But suddenly, it felt like he’d been hit by a truck—his head spun, and before he could process it, he hit the ground.

Too bizarre!

At the same time, Old Huang realized the short old man from the Witch God Sect was unfathomably powerful.

“Fifth Master, run!” Old Huang shouted.

“Run?” The short old man sneered, “This place is surrounded by my men. Where could he go?”

“Even if he gets out of this room, there are dozens more outside.”

“So, just stay put and die!”

Sun Wu’s face turned grim.

“Hmph, no matter your tricks, this old man will protect Fifth Master with my life,” Old Huang grunted, pulling himself up.

The short old man glanced at him and scoffed, “You’ve already been hit by my curse. Even a god couldn’t save you now.”

Curse?

Old Huang jolted, subtly testing his inner strength. His face paled.

His energy felt drained, not a trace of inner force left. He was no better than a cripple now.

It was over!

His heart sank.

The short old man grinned, “Even if I don’t kill you, with my curse, you won’t last a week.”

Outside.

Ye Qiu overheard this, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

He looked again and noticed that, despite the black robe, the old man’s chest bore a Tai Chi symbol—a Taoist robe.

This guy was a Taoist?

Coupled with cursing skills, Ye Qiu’s killing intent deepened.

“My uncle once said he met a Taoist on the street who knew the art of aversion. If I’m right, that Taoist he encountered was this Left Envoy of the Witch God Sect.”

Ye Qiu’s face radiated murder.

Yet he didn’t act rashly. Sun Wu and the others’ fates meant nothing to him.

Inside.

The short old man smiled at Sun Wu, “Will you end it yourself, or shall I?”

“End it yourself, and you’ll keep a whole corpse.”

“If I do it, I’ll chop you into pieces.”

“Pick one!”

Sun Wu gritted his teeth, “I’ve roamed the underworld for years, not scared into submission. Even in a dead end, I won’t just wait to die.”

He pulled a pistol from his waist, aiming at the old man’s head.

“Let’s see if you’re bulletproof,” Sun Wu said coldly.

Bang!

He fired without hesitation.

The bullet sped toward the old man.

The old man stood still, smiling. Only when the bullet neared his forehead did he reach out, catching it in his palm.

What?

Sun Wu was stunned.

He’d only seen such feats in movies, never imagining someone could catch a bullet barehanded in real life.

“To ants like you, a pistol seems deadly. But to me, it’s just a toy,” the old man said, dropping the bullet with a crisp clink.

Old Huang said gravely to Sun Wu, “His skills outmatch mine. He’d rank top five on the Dragon List. Normal bullets can’t touch a master like him.”

Unconvinced, Sun Wu fired several more shots.

Same result.

Every bullet was caught.

Despair gripped Sun Wu.

“Got any more tricks? Use them. If not, it’s time to go,” the old man said, his smile chilling.

Sweat beaded on Sun Wu’s forehead as he pleaded, “Can you spare me?”

“Let me live, and everything in the Green Wolf Gang is yours from now on.”

“My savings, my property, all yours.”

“If you need me, I’ll serve you like a dog…”

Crack!

His words cut off.

The old man seized his throat.

“I don’t care for the living’s things. I prefer the dead’s. So, die!”

With that, he slammed Sun Wu’s head against the wall.

Splat—

Blood sprayed.

Sun Wu died instantly, eyes wide open.

The old man grabbed a machete from the floor, hacking the body into a dozen pieces in seconds.

Blood and guts spilled everywhere.

The Witch God Sect disciples watched unmoved, as if this were routine.

The remaining Green Wolf Gang members fainted in terror.

Xiao Yu’s eyes widened in fear, trembling.

He was scared too.

“Fifth Master!” Old Huang couldn’t bear to look, closing his eyes.

The old man grinned at Old Huang, “Your turn. You do it, or I do?”

“Death’s death either way,” Old Huang said, resigned.

“Not the same,” the old man replied, “You do it, it’s clean.”

“I do it, you’ll end worse than him.”

“Or your apprentice could do it.”

He kicked the machete to Xiao Yu, saying, “The Witch God Sect welcomes the ruthless and disloyal. Kill your master, and I’ll spare you, even let you join us.”

“Do it!”

Hearing Xiao Yu could live, Old Huang urged, “Xiao Yu, kill me. Live on.”

“Master, you’ve been like a mountain to me. How could I kill you to save myself? That’s monstrous. If I did it, I’d be less than human.”

“We’ll die together today. In eighteen years, we’ll be master and apprentice again.”

Xiao Yu glared at the old man, “Your Witch God Sect is vile. It’ll fall, and you’ll die without a grave.”

“If you won’t kill him, I’ll kill you. Let your master taste losing you first.”

The old man stepped toward Xiao Yu.

Just then, an out-of-place voice rang from the door, “You want to kill, but have you asked my opinion?”

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The short, elderly man was about to kill Xiao Yu when a sound from the door made him whip his head around.

In the next second, a fierce killing intent flared in his eyes.

“Ye Qiu!”

The short old man gritted his teeth, his face brimming with towering hatred.

At the same time, several Wushen Sect disciples inside the room locked onto Ye Qiu, showing no trace of fear, only excitement.

Ye Qiu, hearing his name called, was mildly surprised and asked, “You know me?”

“No one in the sect doesn’t know you. Even if you turned to ash, I’d recognize that face,” the old man said. “Countless Wushen Sect experts have died by your hand, and the sect leader has issued a kill order against you.”

“You and Cao Yuan are our sect’s top targets.”

“I planned to deal with you in Jiangzhou after finishing things in Suhang, but here you are, delivering yourself to me. It must be fate, haha…”

The short old man threw his head back and laughed.

Huang Laoxie shouted a warning to Ye Qiu, “Run, this guy’s tricks are wicked, hard to handle!”

“Old man, thanks for the heads-up. For that alone, I’ll save you and your apprentice,” Ye Qiu said with a faint smile.

Earlier, when Sun Wu was killed, Ye Qiu could’ve intervened but didn’t, part of his own plan.

Besides, Sun Wu had dominated Suhang for years, extorting protection fees, running usury, and managing casinos, ruining countless lives—his death was well-deserved.

Ye Qiu, a doctor bound to save lives, didn’t save everyone.

Some, if saved, would drag you to hell.

The old man sneered at Ye Qiu’s words, “Save them? You’re delusional.”

“I won’t give you the chance.”

“Killing you will earn me an elder’s seat back at the sect.”

Ye Qiu grinned, “You Wushen Sect folks are as naive as ever, always thinking you can take me down, but one comes, one dies, two come, both die.”

“Not long ago, another guy tried to kill me, ended up dead by my hand.”

“His name was Poison Scorpion, your sect’s Right Emissary, ring a bell?”

“Ah—”

The old man suddenly roared, fists clenched, eyes bulging as if he could glare Ye Qiu to death.

Rage beyond measure.

“Why so mad?” Ye Qiu chuckled. “Was Poison Scorpion your friend?”

“Your brother?”

“Or maybe… your lover?”

“Ah—”

Another furious bellow, a vein pulsing on the old man’s forehead, muscles twitching from his face to his temples.

Uncontrollable fury.

What’s going on?

I just mentioned Poison Scorpion, why’s he losing it?

Could it be…

No way!

To test his hunch, Ye Qiu prodded further, “Didn’t expect you and Poison Scorpion to be a thing, tsk tsk, bet you two weren’t happy together, huh?”

“Nonsense, we were happy…” The old man clamped his mouth shut.

Didn’t that just admit he and Poison Scorpion were an item?

Though it wasn’t a secret in the sect, it was fresh gossip to outsiders.

“Damn, so you really were with Poison Scorpion,” Ye Qiu gaped.

Poison Scorpion was young, handsome, while this old guy was aged and ugly—hard to picture them together.

“Who was on top, who was below when they got it on?”

“Two guys, must’ve been tricky to figure out!”

“Ugh, why am I even thinking this?”

Ye Qiu shivered, grossed out.

The old man growled, “If Poison Scorpion had listened to me, joined me to wipe out the Qinglang Gang, then hit Jiangzhou to kill you, he wouldn’t have died by your hand.”

“Know why he didn’t wait?” Ye Qiu asked.

The old man had wondered too, he’d begged Poison Scorpion not to go to Jiangzhou, nearly dropping to his knees, but Poison Scorpion went anyway.

“Because he was sick of you,” Ye Qiu said.

“No way! We were together… over three years, he couldn’t hate me,” the old man refused to believe.

“Killing me was just one goal in Jiangzhou, the other was ditching you, he was done,” Ye Qiu said. “First thing he did there wasn’t hunting me, it was hooking up with a woman.”

“I know her, a star, sexy, great figure…”

“Shut up!” the old man roared.

Ye Qiu kept going, “He and that woman holed up in a hotel for days and nights, lone guy, lone gal, one room—what do you think they did?”

“I said stop, or I’ll kill you!”

The old man lunged forward, then froze mid-step.

His rage vanished instantly.

“Hmph, you’re trying to rile me up, spot a flaw, and strike, right?”

“Gotta say, you’re sly.”

“I nearly fell for it,” the old man sneered.

Ye Qiu smiled broadly, “You’re wrong, flaw or not, killing you’s a breeze. I told you all this just to piss you off before you die.”

“Mission accomplished.”

“So, you can die now.”

The old man laughed, “Kill me? You alone?”

“One’s enough,” Ye Qiu grinned back.

“Let’s see how,” the old man barked at the Wushen Sect disciples, “The sect leader said whoever kills Cao Yuan or Ye Qiu gets ten million and an elder’s seat.”

“Here’s your shot at wealth and rank, gonna miss it?”

“Kill Ye Qiu, then we take out Cao Yuan.”

“Roar!”

The disciples howled with excitement, pumped like they’d been shot with adrenaline.

“Kill!”

At the old man’s command, they closed in on Ye Qiu.

Bai Touweng, eager to impress, charged first, but as he neared, Ye Qiu grimaced, “When’d you last bathe? You stink, get lost.”

Boom!

Ye Qiu’s fist flew.

Bai Touweng soared backward, arcing through the air, and just before hitting the ground, his body exploded.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Dead on the spot.

The Wushen Sect disciples froze, faces pale with terror.

No one expected Bai Touweng, a top fighter, to be blasted apart by one punch from Ye Qiu.

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A flicker of solemnity passed through the short old man’s eyes.

Bai Touweng’s skills could easily place him in the top twenty of the Tiger List, yet he’d been obliterated by Ye Qiu with one punch.

“No wonder you became one of Dragon Gate’s four Dragon Envoys at such a young age—you’ve got some real ability,” the old man sneered.

What, he’s from Dragon Gate?

Huang Laoxie and Xiao Yu were taken aback.

“My abilities are vast. Killing you is as easy as squashing an ant. Don’t believe me? Give it a shot,” Ye Qiu taunted, beckoning the old man with a hooked finger, dripping with provocation.

The old man was sly, not taking the bait directly, instead barking at the Wushen Sect disciples, “What are you waiting for?”

“Wealth and rank are right in front of you—seize the day, or lose it forever.”

“If you’re scared you can’t take him alone, then all of you go together.”

“Kill him, and every one of you gets a hundred thousand bonus.”

“Whoever chops off his head, I’ll personally report to the sect leader for your elder promotion.”

“Cut off an arm, and I’ll reward ten million myself.”

Ye Qiu laughed, “You know these trash can’t touch me. Why don’t you step up?”

“Brothers, hear that? He’s calling you trash to your faces—can you take that?”

“Together!”

“Kill him!”

Roar!

Spurred by fury and the lure of rewards, the Wushen Sect disciples swarmed Ye Qiu like madmen, fearless, howling like beasts.

“Didn’t plan on sparing any of you anyway. Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish,” Ye Qiu said, charging in.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fight erupted into a chaotic melee.

Watching this, a glint of triumphant scheming flashed in the old man’s eyes.

He knew his men were no match for Ye Qiu; sending them in was just to drain Ye Qiu’s stamina.

You’re strong, but I’ve got numbers.

I’ll wear you down.

Once you’re exhausted, I’ll step in and torture you to death slowly.

That was his game plan.

But soon, his smirk stiffened.

One by one, his men fell into pools of blood, Ye Qiu a war god—fierce, unbeatable, unstoppable.

In less than five minutes, dozens of Wushen Sect disciples were wiped out.

A sudden chill of unease gripped the old man’s heart.

Huang Laoxie and Xiao Yu felt their blood run cold.

They’d roamed the martial world for years, seen ruthless killers, but never someone as swift and merciless as Ye Qiu.

Terrifying!

Sweat beaded on Huang Laoxie’s forehead, grateful he hadn’t fully crossed Ye Qiu outside the Qian family earlier, or he’d be dead like these disciples.

This young man, all smiles on the surface, turned into a devil when he fought.

“Now, your turn,” Ye Qiu said, hooking his finger again.

“Don’t get cocky. You’ve only killed trash. Against me, you’re a dead man,” the old man snapped, lunging at Ye Qiu as his last word fell.

Blinding speed.

But Ye Qiu was faster.

As the old man closed in, Ye Qiu’s fist shot out. Having seen Bai Touweng’s fate, the old man knew Ye Qiu’s strength and dodged aside, not daring to meet it head-on.

The moment his feet steadied, a shoe sole smashed into his face.

Crack!

He stumbled back a dozen steps, clutching his nose, blood staining his hand.

Ye Qiu’s kick had shattered his nasal bridge.

Looking down, blood dripped onto the floor, and in its reflection, he saw a size-42 footprint on his left cheek.

“Ah—”

The old man roared in rage, fists clenched, yearning to tear Ye Qiu to shreds.

“Bastard, you dare kick my face? I’ll kill you!”

He charged at Ye Qiu, murder in his eyes.

Ye Qiu stood still, calmly waiting.

Three meters out, the old man stopped, hands weaving rapid gestures before him.

Huang Laoxie’s face paled, shouting, “Watch out, he’s cursing you!”

No warning needed—Ye Qiu had seen the old man curse Huang Laoxie earlier from outside, clear as day.

Unperturbed, Ye Qiu stood there, grinning at the old man like he was watching a monkey perform tricks.

Ten seconds later.

“Fall!”

The old man pointed at Ye Qiu, a soft command, a sinister smirk curling his lips.

He expected Ye Qiu to drop in three seconds.

But time ticked by, thirty seconds passed, and Ye Qiu still stood, smiling back.

Something was wrong.

The old man’s fingers crisscrossed again, shifting swiftly, then pointed once more, “Fall!”

Ten seconds later.

Ye Qiu remained upright, unfazed.

“What the hell’s happening?”

Shock and fury churned in the old man. His curses always worked, but they failed on Ye Qiu.

“Keep trying?” Ye Qiu grinned. “Told you, my skills are vast.”

“Your curses might work on others, but they’re useless on me.”

With that, Ye Qiu stepped toward him.

Panic crept into the old man. His ace was the curse, yet it didn’t touch Ye Qiu.

“Hmph, even if I die today, I’ll take you with me,” he snarled, flinging his sleeve at Ye Qiu.

Whoosh!

Hundreds of poison needles burst from his sleeve, blanketing Ye Qiu, hitting him in an instant with a metallic clatter.

A strike!

The old man’s face lit up.

But the next second, terror overtook him.

“How… is this possible?”

The needles struck Ye Qiu and fell to the ground, his body an impenetrable wall.

As the old man reeled, Ye Qiu struck like lightning, a fist slamming into his cervical spine.

“Die!”

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Crack!

The short old man’s cervical spine snapped, his body crumpling to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.

The cervical spine, a critical part of the body, doesn’t cause instant death when shattered.

The old man was in that state now, blood gushing from his mouth, yet still alive.

Ye Qiu said coldly, “I’ve killed plenty from the Wushen Sect.”

“You’re not the first, nor the last, plenty more will join you in hell.”

“Hit the road!”

Boom—

Ye Qiu’s foot crushed the old man’s skull.

Those who touch my family die without mercy!

Beyond being Wushen Sect, this old man had cursed Old Man Qian, so Ye Qiu showed no leniency.

Sweeping a glance over the corpses, Ye Qiu remarked flatly, “Not one worth a fight, boring.”

Huang Laoxie shivered at the words.

Ye Qiu plopped onto the wide desk, then said to Huang Laoxie, “You’re lucky you met me today, or you’d be dead like Sun Wu, courtesy of the Wushen Sect.”

Huang Laoxie bowed deeply, “Thank you for saving us.”

His shift to “您” showed his gratitude and awe.

Ye Qiu added, “I saved you because I think you’re still useful.”

Huang Laoxie caught on, smiling bitterly, “Pity I’m cursed, won’t live a week, can’t serve you.”

“What if I can lift it?” Ye Qiu asked.

Huang Laoxie stared, stunned, then dropped to his knees, “If you can remove my curse, my life’s yours from today.”

“Excellent!”

Ye Qiu pulled out gold needles, swiftly jabbing a few into Huang Laoxie, then asked, “How’s that?”

Huang Laoxie closed his eyes, testing his inner energy, finding it flowing freely, his body back to normal.

That’s it?

Shock hit him, he hadn’t realized Ye Qiu’s combat prowess came with such medical skill.

Truth was, he didn’t know the curse died with its caster.

In his earlier daze, he hadn’t noticed his energy return the moment the old man died.

Ye Qiu’s needling was just for show.

“Thank you,” Huang Laoxie bowed again.

Ye Qiu said, “I’m Ye Qiu, a doctor, also Dragon Gate’s Xuanwu Envoy.”

“They say a nation needs a ruler, a home needs a head, and a gang needs a boss.”

“You’ve been with Sun Wu for years, know the Qinglang Gang inside out, he’s dead, so you’re the boss now.”

“Three days, clean it up—no more protection rackets, usury, or illegal trades.”

“I want the Qinglang Gang fully legit in three days.”

“Then lead your brothers to join Dragon Gate.”

“Can you do it?”

Huang Laoxie vowed, “Rest assured, I’ll make it happen.”

“Good.” Ye Qiu glanced at Xiao Yu, “Your name?”

“Yu Yi!” Xiao Yu replied.

“Yu Yi, help your master with the gang for three days, then head to Jiangzhou, report to Han Long.”

Yu Yi frowned, puzzled, why Jiangzhou? He didn’t know it.

“At your age, matching Tiger List pros, your master taught you well, but he can’t guide you further.”

“Go to Jiangzhou, I’ll teach you a few moves when I’ve got time.”

“In a few years, you’ll surpass him.”

Yu Yi’s eyes lit up.

Ye Qiu’s skills were unreal, his guidance could land him on the Dragon List someday.

“Yes!” Yu Yi agreed eagerly.

“Handle these bodies, find me at the Qian’s if you need me,” Ye Qiu said, leaving the office.

Once he was gone, Yu Yi buzzed, “Master, you heard him, he’ll teach me, I’ll be a top fighter soon!”

Huang Laoxie eyed Yu Yi, sighing inwardly, naive kid.

Yu Yi missed it, but Huang Laoxie saw clear as day.

Sending Yu Yi to Jiangzhou was Ye Qiu’s way of saying, “Your apprentice is with me, serve me well, or you know the consequences.”

But loyalty to Ye Qiu would earn Yu Yi real mentorship.

A mix of favor and threat.

“Since ancient times, emperors atop power wielded both grace and might, didn’t expect this kid to master it so young, terrifying,” Huang Laoxie mused, then told Yu Yi, “He’s our savior, follow him in Jiangzhou, stay loyal, got it?”

“Master, don’t worry, I know what to do.”

…

Out of Sun Wu’s office, Ye Qiu didn’t spot Qian Duoduo in the hall, puzzled.

Wasn’t that guy tailing me earlier?

A call revealed Qian Duoduo had taken Xiao Tao to the hospital for her injuries.

“That simp, forgets his cousin for a girl, hmph,” Ye Qiu snorted, taking the elevator down.

Outside the building, he dialed Cao Yuan to report the Qinglang Gang situation.

The call connected.

Before Ye Qiu could speak, Cao Yuan’s laugh cut in, “Ye Qiu, calling now, got good news, huh? Took down Wushen Sect folks and the Qinglang Gang?”

“How’d you know?” Ye Qiu was floored.

Cao Yuan chuckled, “Heard you went to Suhang, knew you’d snag the gang, you didn’t let me down.”

It clicked for Ye Qiu.

Cao Yuan had eyes on the Qinglang Gang long ago, knew Wushen Sect was in Suhang, and bet Ye Qiu would clash with them, taking the gang in the chaos, which is why no Dragon Gate crew showed up.

Everything danced in Cao Yuan’s palm.

Sly old fox!

Ye Qiu cursed inwardly.

“Once Dragon Gate fully takes Suhang, I’ll reward you, but careful, Ye Qiu, trouble’s coming,” Cao Yuan warned.

“What trouble?”

As Ye Qiu asked, a chill flashed behind him, too late to dodge, a longsword pressed against his neck.

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The sword’s edge was icy.

It grazed his skin.

Ye Qiu’s body stiffened.

Or perhaps, he felt fear.

With his current skills, even a master like Long Qi from the Forbidden City couldn’t catch him off guard and hold a blade to his throat in an instant.

Though he didn’t yet know who this was, Ye Qiu was certain: this was a supreme expert.

“Who are you?”

Ye Qiu took a quiet breath, calming himself, then asked evenly.

No response came from behind.

But Ye Qiu’s sharp senses caught a faint, pleasant whiff of orchid fragrance in the air.

A woman attacked me?

His shock deepened.

Among the women he knew, Da Dong’s goddess Qian Shanxue was the best with a sword, yet this woman’s swordsmanship clearly outclassed her.

Who was she?

Curiosity surged in Ye Qiu’s mind.

“Who are you?” he asked again.

Still no answer.

“Wushen Sect? Or a Dragon List master?”

As he spoke, Ye Qiu subtly twisted his neck, trying to glimpse his assailant.

“Don’t move! One more twitch, and I’ll pierce your throat!”

A crisp, cold voice rang out behind him, melodic like melting snow.

A woman, confirmed!

Ye Qiu ignored her warning, turning fully around.

When he saw her face, his heart jolted, a flash of awe in his eyes.

She was tall, clad in a plain long dress, with delicate brows, phoenix eyes, flawless skin, and a crystalline complexion. Her demeanor was poised and serene, exuding an air of refined nobility.

She looked around thirty, yet her skin rivaled an eighteen-year-old’s in smoothness.

Pity, though…

Her figure was too flat.

So young, yet sporting an “airport.”

Her crystal longsword rested against Ye Qiu’s neck, her face impassive as she said, “You dared turn around—aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”

Ye Qiu smiled, “If you wanted me dead, you could’ve stabbed my throat with that first move, but you didn’t. That means you don’t want to kill me, right, beautiful sister?”

Sister?

Her sword hand trembled slightly at the term.

“Beautiful sister, what’s your name?” Ye Qiu kept up his smile, one he thought charming.

Everyone loves beauty—men don’t dodge a pretty woman’s questions, and women don’t shun a handsome man’s inquiries.

Unbeknownst to him, his grin sparked disgust in her eyes.

“You’re wrong. I came to Suhang for one reason: to kill you.”

Swish!

As she spoke, her wrist flicked, the sword slicing across Ye Qiu’s neck.

Sparks flew.

Huh?

Her willow brows arched, surprised the blade didn’t cut his skin.

“Beautiful sister, we’ve never met—why do you want me dead?”

His smile persisted, though it grew colder.

Her move had ignited his anger.

If he were ordinary, that slash would’ve killed him.

She wasn’t lying—she meant to end him.

Ye Qiu held back, wanting to know why.

“One reason: you deserve to die!”

With that, she struck again, her sword aiming for his brow.

“Hmph, don’t think I’ll go easy because you’re a woman,” Ye Qiu snorted, smashing a fist into the sword tip.

Clang!

Her blade bent under his punch but didn’t break.

Ye Qiu was taken aback.

That fist could snap an iron sword, yet her crystal blade, likely mixed with some extraordinary material, held tough.

What shocked him more: his seventy-percent strike didn’t push her back. She pressed forward, slashing three times—swift and fierce.

Ye Qiu dodged the first two with lightning speed, barely.

The third grazed his scalp, severing a few hairs, cold sweat breaking out.

Her strength was terrifying, on par with Master Changmei.

In speed, she outstripped Changmei by miles.

Who was she?

Could she be *that* woman from the Dragon List?

Ye Qiu recalled the fifth-ranked Dragon List master, a mysterious woman from the Murong family.

“No grudge between us—why kill me?”

He dodged her blade, retreating a few steps to widen the gap, then asked.

“When you’re dead, I’ll tell you why!”

She tapped the ground lightly, soaring toward him, sword thrusting at his throat.

Ye Qiu’s temper flared.

This woman was unreasonable, every move a kill shot—anyone would snap, let alone a martial master like him.

He charged, sidestepping her sword, his fist roaring out.

Using the Nine-Turn Dragon Art, a faint golden glow coated his fist.

She sensed the power, dodging instead of clashing, flipping gracefully midair like a dancer.

Landing at a distance, she stabbed at his fist again.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Three punches met three strikes, sparks flying each time.

“Try this one,” Ye Qiu said, channeling eighty percent of his strength into his right arm, unleashing a ferocious blow.

But then, she sheathed her sword, extending a jade-white hand, meeting his fist with a palm strike.

Boom!

Both crashed from the air.

Ye Qiu stumbled back four or five steps to steady himself, looking up to see her unshaken, her shoulder merely twitching.

What?

Ye Qiu’s eyes widened in disbelief.

That eighty-percent punch could overwhelm Changmei without his Five Thunder Arts, yet this woman took it head-on, unmoved, calm as ever.

Terrifying!

Ye Qiu shed his casual air, staring at her warily, a heavy pressure settling in his chest.

It felt like facing Long Qi in the capital.

He knew he’d met his match!

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Ye Qiu’s mood was heavy.

This mysterious woman’s skills were utterly freakish.

Just then, she coughed twice, a trickle of blood seeping from her lips.

She looked at Ye Qiu and said faintly, “It’s been over twenty years since I last got injured.”

“The last time was against Ye Wushuang.”

“You’re impressive.”

What, she fought my father?

Ye Qiu’s heart jolted.

That meant she was no nobody—definitely a renowned master.

Wait, over twenty years ago…

Even if she was eighteen then, she’d be at least forty-something now.

How did she maintain herself?

She looked like a young girl.

Her skin was even better than a teenager’s.

“Who are you, really?” Ye Qiu pressed. “I’ve never met you, never crossed you. Why do you want me dead? Are you from the Wushen Sect?”

“You don’t need to know that much. Just die quietly.”

As her words fell, her figure flashed like a streak of light, appearing before Ye Qiu.

Before he could track her move, her sword was half an inch from his brow.

So fast!

Ye Qiu flinched.

He’d faced countless masters, but her speed topped them all.

In that split second, he traced a lightning talisman, his body darting away like a bolt.

“Huh?”

A soft gasp escaped her, clearly surprised he’d dodged.

“Think you’re fast? Funny, I’m fast too,” Ye Qiu said, then felt it sounded odd, adding, “Not in bed, I mean.”

“Courting death!”

Thinking he was flirting, her fury flared, a towering battle aura erupting from her.

Her waist-length hair whipped wildly in the surge, lending her an alluring, untamed charm.

“Beautiful sister, it’s late—why fight?”

“How about we hit a tavern, grab a few drinks?”

“If you’re not into booze, we could get a hotel room, have a deep chat.”

Ye Qiu grinned cheekily.

His words were playful, but his body was taut, his own fighting spirit rising against this formidable foe.

Since breaking through to the third turn of the Nine-Turn Dragon Art—marrow-cleansing stage—he’d craved a worthy opponent to test his strength, but none had fit.

Now, here was his chance.

Her aura screamed she was no weaker than Long Qi from the Forbidden City—a true elite.

Plus, she’d clashed with his father over twenty years ago, proving her prowess.

Her rage boiled at his taunts, her battle intent surging.

Perfect—the stronger you are, the less I hold back.

He kept poking, “Looks like a fight’s inevitable. How about a bet?”

“You lose, you’re my woman. I lose, I’m your husband.”

“Deal?”

Her real age might be up there, but Ye Qiu didn’t care.

Her skin was flawless, her poise unmatched—her looks hid her years. Even if they showed, it was no big deal.

Compared to Sun Wukong’s dad, Dong Yong, or Xu Xian, this was nothing.

He had another angle too.

Her skills were terrifying—if she stuck with him, she’d be a personal bodyguard, sparing him constant worry about assassins.

“Talk more, die faster. After I kill you, I’ll cut out your tongue.”

She gathered her strength and vanished in a flash.

Instantly, Ye Qiu sensed mortal danger, retreating without a thought.

Half a step back, a sharp chill hit his spine.

“Crap, she’s behind me!”

Startled, he halted his retreat, lunging forward.

But there she was, waiting, sword aimed at his heart.

If he kept charging, it’d pierce him.

His body was iron-tough, but he wouldn’t risk it—what if her sword could penetrate?

Every top master has a trump card.

Her speed and footwork were uncanny, forcing him to skid to a stop.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In under ten seconds, she unleashed over thirty strikes, each targeting a vital spot.

Ye Qiu dodged each one by a hair.

She controlled the fight’s rhythm, leaving him on the defensive.

He finally grasped “speed conquers all”—her attacks were a relentless storm, suffocating him.

“No, I’ve got to take control, or I’m in deep trouble.”

Muttering, he whispered, “Hide!”

His figure vanished.

Three seconds later, he reappeared ten meters away, a cold smirk on his lips, thinking, *Once I break your rhythm, you’re done.*

But his grin froze.

A faint orchid scent wafted beside him.

She’d been waiting.

Whoosh!

A sword flash struck.

He tilted his head, the blade grazing his nose, then a palm slammed his gut.

Boom!

Ye Qiu flew back twenty meters, crashing hard, spitting blood.

She saw through my invisibility talisman?

Impossible!

Scrambling up, his face turned unprecedentedly grave.

“With parlor tricks like that, you dare mouth off? Who gave you the guts?”

She sneered.

Ye Qiu’s temper snapped.

“Damn it, you old hag, think wounding me makes you hot stuff?”

“I let you land that hit out of mercy.”

“Next, I’ll show you what I’ve got.”

He channeled his inner energy, flickering to her front.

“Good, I’ll send you off,” she said, slashing.

Then she saw him raise his right hand, pinky pointing at her.

What’s he doing?

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes.

Whoosh!

A sword qi burst from his pinky, knocking her blade aside.

Her composure faltered.

In that instant, Ye Qiu darted past, copping a feel.

Damn, so small~