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The woman’s beautiful eyes blazed with fury.

She hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to take advantage of her in such a moment.

What infuriated her most was that Ye Qiu, standing ten meters away, brought his hand to his nose, sniffed it, and grinned cheekily, “So fragrant~”

Her delicate frame trembled at his words.

Since her debut, no one had ever dared to disrespect her like this—it was an utter humiliation.

Pointing her long sword at Ye Qiu, she barked coldly, “You dare insult me? Today, you die.”

“Me?”

Hearing her refer to herself so grandly, Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You really are from the Witch God Cult?”

“With your skills and looks, your status in the cult must be pretty high, right?”

“Tell me, if I carried you off to warm my bed, wouldn’t the Witch God Cult’s disciples lose their minds?”

Swish!

Her response was a frigid sword strike.

In her rage, her combat power surged more than threefold. Her figure darted around Ye Qiu like a phantom, unleashing a barrage of swift, ferocious thrusts.

In the blink of an eye, she’d struck seventy-two times.

Sword shadows engulfed Ye Qiu from all sides.

Her moves were cunning and unpredictable, nearly impossible to counter.

Though Ye Qiu defended cautiously, three strikes still grazed him.

Fortunately, his body was exceptionally tough, and the blade didn’t pierce his flesh.

After her relentless assault, the woman’s speed finally slowed slightly.

“Now!”

A glint flashed in Ye Qiu’s eyes as he unleashed the Five Thunder Curse.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning crashed down from the sky, striking her sword.

Instantly, the webbing between her thumb and forefinger split open, blood gushing out as the sword flew from her grasp.

Seizing the moment, Ye Qiu flicked his fingers, firing three bursts of sword qi.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The woman dodged with agile footwork.

But just then, Ye Qiu charged forward like a gust of wind.

She’d barely evaded the sword qi when she saw Ye Qiu reaching for her collar, aiming to rip her clothes.

Despicable!

A flicker of shame and rage burned in her eyes—she wanted to tear him apart.

Back in her domain, she was worshipped by thousands. No one dared show her the slightest disrespect, not even a hint of impropriety in their gazes.

For years, she’d cultivated her mind and spirit, believing she’d achieved unshakable calm. Yet, facing Ye Qiu, she couldn’t suppress her fury.

Rage!

Boundless rage!

“You’ve successfully enraged me. Now, enjoy my wrath!”

Her face turned icy cold.

Ye Qiu chuckled, “I don’t want your wrath—I want your service. When are you going to pamper me?”

“Fool, angering me will only hasten your death.”

Boom!

She lunged at him.

This time, she abandoned her sword, opting for a direct, brutal clash.

Her speed was so blinding that the air crackled with sonic booms as she advanced.

The scene was downright terrifying.

Ye Qiu could tell she was serious now.

“Perfect. Time to test my strength.”

Whoosh!

He charged forward too.

Like two cannonballs, they collided midair in an earth-shaking impact.

Boom!

The battle erupted.

They traded blows relentlessly, locked in a fierce melee.

In ten seconds, they’d exchanged over a hundred strikes—a speed that could only be described as monstrous.

Ye Qiu was inwardly shocked.

Since mastering the Nine-Turn Dragon Art, his arms wielded immense power, rarely matched by anyone. Yet this woman held her own against him—unbelievable.

Unbeknownst to him, she was equally stunned.

“He’s so young—how is his strength this overwhelming? Without my secret technique, I’d never keep up.”

“I need to end this fast.”

“If this drags on, I’ll run out of stamina.”

With that thought, her attacks grew even swifter.

The fight raged on with ferocious intensity.

Five minutes later—

Bang!

Both recoiled simultaneously.

Ye Qiu dropped to one knee to steady himself, his chest churning with blood and qi, a mouthful of it lodged in his throat.

The woman spat out a large gulp of blood, her face deathly pale.

Both had sustained serious internal injuries.

“Shame I didn’t bring the Emperor Sword. I could’ve used the Grass Sword Technique on her,” Ye Qiu lamented silently.

Just then, he noticed her right hand subtly forming seals.

A thick sense of danger washed over him.

“Not good—she’s got a killer move up her sleeve.”

Ye Qiu didn’t hesitate. He charged forward and shouted, “Freeze!”

Instantly, the woman felt as if invisible chains bound her, locking her body in place.

What kind of trick was this?

She panicked, struggling fiercely.

In just three seconds, she broke free of the eerie restraint.

But it was too late.

For an ordinary person, three seconds might feel long, but for experts, a single second could decide life or death.

A moment before she freed herself, three golden needles pierced her Baihui acupoint atop her head, instantly sealing all her strength.

To be safe, Ye Qiu tapped over a dozen more acupoints on her body.

She couldn’t move an inch.

“Let me go!” she roared in fury.

As if he hadn’t heard, Ye Qiu grabbed her chin and said, “A wise relationship guru once said there’s only one way to handle a woman: discipline. If you don’t keep her in check every three days, she’ll climb the roof and rip off the tiles. Beat her until she submits completely.”

Smack!

He delivered a hard slap just below her waist.

Her eyes blazed with rage. “You bastard—”

Smack!

Another slap landed in the same spot. This time, his hand didn’t pull away—instead, it lingered, slowly caressing.

“Hard to believe a woman your age has skin this good—smooth, radiant, elastic. You’re a real gem.”

Ye Qiu leaned close to her ear, grinning. “How about we find a hotel for some ‘in-depth’ conversation? You into waterbeds or vibrating ones?”

Beep beep beep!

His phone suddenly rang.

Pulling it out, he saw Cao Yuan’s name on the screen and answered.

“What were you doing just now, kid? Why’d the call cut off?” Cao Yuan asked.

“I was handling something,” Ye Qiu replied. “Ninth Eunuch, you need me for something?”

“Be careful lately,” Cao Yuan warned. “I got word that Qianshan Xue’s master, the former head of the Water Moon Sect and one of Great East’s three martial grandmasters, Qiushan Nange, is in Suhang. I reckon she’s coming for you.”

“That woman’s skills are insane. She even fought your father over twenty years ago.”

“If you run into her, watch yourself.”

Ye Qiu’s heart skipped a beat.

No way—could it really be that coincidental?

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Ye Qiu turned to the woman and asked, “Are you Qiushan Nange?”

“Hmph!” She let out a cold snort and turned her face away.

Ye Qiu felt a headache coming on.

He’d initially thought she was a high-ranking member of the Witch God Cult, but after all this, it turned out she was Qianshan Xue’s master.

This was a massive blunder.

If it had just been a fight, that’d be one thing, but the real issue was—he’d teased her.

How was he going to explain this to Qianshan Xue later?

“Hey, Ye Qiu, are you listening?” Cao Yuan’s voice crackled through the phone.

“Ninth Eunuch, I’m here,” Ye Qiu replied.

Cao Yuan warned, “Qiushan Nange’s skills are terrifying. If you run into her, you need to be careful…”

“Ninth Eunuch, I’ve already met her.”

“You have?” Cao Yuan sounded startled. “Did you fight?”

“We fought, but don’t worry—she’s under my control now. I’ve got something to handle, so I’ll hang up.”

“Ye Qiu, one more thing—”

Before Cao Yuan could finish, Ye Qiu ended the call, his eyes fixed on Qiushan Nange as he pondered what to do with her.

Let her go? With her temperament, she’d undoubtedly come after him with everything she had.

Keep her restrained? He couldn’t exactly keep her locked up forever.

Killing her was out of the question.

She was Qianshan Xue’s master. If she died, Qianshan Xue would hate him for life.

What now?

Ye Qiu’s head throbbed.

“What are you staring at? Keep looking, and I’ll gouge your eyes out!” Qiushan Nange snapped, glaring at him.

“Tch, a defeated foe still dares to threaten me? Who gave you the guts?”

Smack!

Ye Qiu slapped her just below the waist.

The moment the slap landed, he regretted it. Wasn’t this just escalating the conflict?

Sure enough.

Qiushan Nange’s face turned livid with rage. “You bastard! I’ll kill you someday!”

“Enough with the big talk. You’ve seen my skills—you can’t kill me.”

“I just don’t get it. Why are you so dead-set on opposing me?”

“I’m your disciple’s man, you know!”

Ye Qiu looked at her, utterly baffled.

Qiushan Nange sneered, “You’ve got the nerve to bring that up?”

“I know Xiao Xue. She’s devoted to the sword—she’d never give herself to any man. If you hadn’t forced her, how could you have gotten her?”

“You ignorant fool, you deserve a thousand deaths!”

“I’ll cut you to pieces!”

Ye Qiu blinked in surprise. “So, you want to kill me because of Qianshan Xue?”

“Exactly,” Qiushan Nange said. “I won’t let anyone bully my disciple.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier? This is all a misunderstanding.”

Ye Qiu explained, “It’s not what you think between me and Qianshan Xue. I didn’t force her. She was poisoned at the time, and to save her, that’s how it happened.”

“You might not believe me, but the truth is, she forced me. She’s just as fierce as you…”

“Shut up!” Qiushan Nange’s face flushed red.

“It’s true, I’m telling the truth,” Ye Qiu said earnestly. “If you don’t believe me, go ask Qianshan Xue. I guarantee she’ll say the same thing.”

Qiushan Nange spat in disgust, “Men like you are the worst—doing it and not owning up.”

“I never said I wouldn’t take responsibility,” Ye Qiu countered. “When the time’s right, I’ll marry Qianshan Xue.”

“You? Marry my disciple?”

Qiushan Nange didn’t spare him any dignity. “Don’t think I don’t know—you’ve got several other women in Hua Country.”

“In your country’s terms, you’re a textbook scumbag!”

Ye Qiu shook his head. “I’m not a scumbag—just a bit too affectionate.”

“What’s the difference?”

“A big one. A scumbag sleeps around and doesn’t care. I sleep around and take responsibility.”

“Hmph, twisting words!” Qiushan Nange barked, “Let me go!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you go. But I know the moment I do, you’ll try to kill me again.”

“Even if you can’t kill me, having you constantly hounding me would be a hassle.”

“I need a foolproof plan.”

Ye Qiu stared at her, his eyes darting around before he grinned mischievously. “Got it.”

With that, he stepped behind Qiushan Nange and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“What are you doing? Get away from me!” she roared.

She was one of the three grandmasters of Great Eastern Martial Arts, once the leader of the Water Moon Sect. In all her life, no man had ever gotten this close to her.

Ye Qiu’s actions drove her mad.

If she weren’t restrained, she’d have stabbed him through without hesitation.

This bastard had gone too far.

“Relax, I won’t do anything to you. I just need some leverage so that after I let you go, you won’t keep coming after me.”

Ye Qiu pulled out his phone, opened the selfie camera, and snapped a few shots of himself with Qiushan Nange.

He even critiqued as he went.

“This one’s no good—you’re not smiling at all. Give me a smile!”

“This one feels a bit distant—not intimate enough. Come closer!”

“Oh, right, I forgot—you can’t move. Guess I’ll do it!”

One arm around her slender waist, Ye Qiu held the phone with the other, pressing his face against hers.

“Bastard, I’ll kill you!”

Qiushan Nange refused to cooperate, shutting her eyes.

Unbeknownst to her, her expression, paired with Ye Qiu’s antics, made her look like she was enjoying it.

Click, click!

Ye Qiu snapped away like a maniac.

Dozens of photos later, he moved his lips closer to her face, still snapping.

To an outsider, they’d look like a couple in the throes of passion.

Qiushan Nange trembled with rage, feeling his hand on her waist slowly sliding downward…

Shameless creep.

I’ll haunt you even as a ghost!

She swore silently to herself.

After a while, Ye Qiu finally put the phone away, satisfied. “You really want to kill me right now, don’t you?”

“I’d advise you to drop that idea—and don’t ever think it again.”

“Otherwise, I’ll send these photos to Qianshan Xue.”

“Think about it. If Qianshan Xue saw us like this, what would she think?”

Qiushan Nange finally grasped his scheme, so furious she couldn’t speak.

Though she and Qianshan Xue shared a deep master-disciple bond, if Qianshan Xue saw these photos, no amount of explanation would clear her name. It’d surely strain their relationship.

Especially since Qianshan Xue was now…

Bang!

Suddenly, a bullet flew from the darkness.

“Watch out!” Ye Qiu swiftly tackled Qiushan Nange to the ground.

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In the moment of danger, Ye Qiu tackled Qiushan Nange to the ground, pinning her beneath him.

“Pfft!”

Another bullet whizzed by.

Ye Qiu quickly rolled with Qiushan Nange across the floor twice.

“Let go of me!”

Qiushan Nange was nearly driven mad with fury.

This bastard had his hands on her chest—and worst of all, he’d even grabbed a handful.

Ye Qiu grinned. “Forgot to mention, I’m a doctor. I specialize in ‘helping the needy.’ Want to give it a try?”

“You bastard—”

Bang!

Another bullet flew in.

This time, Ye Qiu saw clearly—the target was Qiushan Nange.

“You came to kill me, yet someone’s out to kill you. Interesting.”

Instead of dodging, Ye Qiu smashed the bullet with a single punch from his left hand.

Why not his right? Because his right hand was still wrapped around Qiushan Nange.

This jerk was definitely doing it on purpose.

He could’ve shattered the bullet without tackling me—he’s absolutely intentional.

Qiushan Nange gritted her teeth in rage.

Just then, four men emerged from the shadows.

Three were dressed in black night gear, faces masked, with two swords strapped diagonally across their backs.

Ninjas!

The one on the far side cradled a sniper rifle.

Clearly, he was the shooter.

A glint of killing intent flashed in Ye Qiu’s eyes as his gaze settled on the fourth man.

This one was an old man, likely in his sixties, wearing a loose kimono, wooden clogs on his feet, and a samurai sword at his waist.

“Looks like you’re not too popular back home, huh? Otherwise, why would these guys come all the way to Hua Country to kill you?” Ye Qiu said with a laugh.

“Hmph,” Qiushan Nange snorted, her gaze locking onto the old man as she spoke in a low voice, “Wara wara…”

The old man smiled broadly, responding with a string of “wara wara.”

It was the language of Great East—Ye Qiu couldn’t understand a word.

He pulled Qiushan Nange up from the ground, grumbling, “Hey, can you two stop chirping in bird language and say something I can understand?”

“Hahaha…”

The old man let out a long laugh, looking at Ye Qiu with admiration. “Sect Master Qiushan is a goddess in our Great East. Before she retired, her suitors could line up from Tokyo to Mount Fuji. I never imagined you’d win her heart—truly enviable.”

“You wouldn’t get my charm,” Ye Qiu quipped, striking a pose before wrapping an arm around Qiushan Nange’s waist again, as if staking his claim.

“Let go,” she hissed under her breath.

Acting like he hadn’t heard, Ye Qiu asked the old man, “Who are you, and why are you targeting my Nange?”

Your Nange?

Qiushan Nange froze at those words, then flushed with a mix of shame and anger.

This jerk was calling her that in front of others—deliberately taking advantage of her.

“I am Yoshida Chūji, from the Amaterasu Shrine,” the old man said with a smile.

Chūji? Middle-school syndrome?

Ye Qiu gave him a serious once-over. He did look a bit goofy.

“I recall a martial arts grandmaster from your Great East named Yoshida Shūichi, the high priest of Amaterasu Shrine. What’s your relation to him?” Ye Qiu asked.

The old man chuckled. “He’s my older brother.”

Ye Qiu’s heart skipped a beat. This guy had some serious backing.

“Why do they want you dead?” he asked Qiushan Nange.

“Probably under Miyamoto Musashi’s orders,” she replied.

Ye Qiu grew more puzzled.

Miyamoto Musashi, the martial god of Great East—why would he want Qiushan Nange dead?

That made no sense!

Qiushan Nange explained, “Over twenty years ago, Amaterasu Shrine stirred trouble in Hua Country’s East Sea, hijacking fishing boats and killing some fishermen.”

“There was a small island guarded by a dozen Hua Country soldiers—they were wiped out by the shrine too.”

“Hua Country’s leadership was furious and sent Ye Wushuang to the East Sea.”

“That day, the waters of the East Sea ran red with blood.”

“Ye Wushuang, alone with a single sword, took down eight hundred of Amaterasu Shrine’s ninjas.”

“Then he went to Great East, stormed the shrine, killed another four hundred ninjas, and forced the shrine’s previous leader—Miyamoto Musashi’s father—to his death.”

Ye Qiu was taken aback. “Miyamoto Musashi is from Amaterasu Shrine?”

“You didn’t know?” Qiushan Nange looked at him like he was an idiot.

“I’m not from your Great East—how would I?” Ye Qiu retorted.

She continued, “Ye Wushuang forced Amaterasu Shrine to sign a treaty: for fifty years, they couldn’t invade Hua Country.”

“They also had to restrain Great East’s martial grandmasters—no stepping into Hua Country for fifty years, or Ye Wushuang would raze the shrine to the ground.”

“Back then, I wasn’t a grandmaster yet, so I came to Hua Country to challenge Ye Wushuang. I couldn’t even block one of his strikes.”

“Ye Wushuang was too strong—absurdly strong.”

A flicker of fear crossed her eyes as she went on, “For years, Amaterasu Shrine has honored that treaty—no invasions, no grandmasters entering Hua Country.”

Ye Qiu caught on. “So they’re here to drag you back?”

Qiushan Nange shook her head. “They’re here to kill me.”

“Since Ye Wushuang vanished over twenty years ago—dead or alive unknown—Amaterasu Shrine has been quietly building its strength. They haven’t invaded Hua Country, but they’ve been consolidating power domestically.”

“Recently, Abe Aoki came to Hua Country without permission and died. The shrine used that as an excuse to absorb the Abe family’s forces.”

“If they kill me this time, they’ll go after Xiao Xue next to take over the Water Moon Sect.”

“Their goal is to unify Great East’s martial world, then bide their time to invade Hua Country again—to avenge the humiliation of twenty years ago.”

What ruthless ambition!

Ye Qiu now had a rough grasp of Amaterasu Shrine’s power. Setting aside their other fighters, they currently boasted one martial god and one grandmaster. With that strength, dominating Great East’s martial world was only a matter of time.

Once they succeeded, Hua Country would be in trouble.

With Ye Wushuang’s fate still a mystery, who could stand against Miyamoto Musashi?

The Forbidden City surely had the power, but those old fossils wouldn’t lift a finger.

A storm of blood and chaos seemed inevitable.

Ye Qiu leaned close to Qiushan Nange’s ear, whispering, “Let’s make a deal. I’ll take care of these guys, and we call our misunderstanding even. How’s that?”

“Deal,” she agreed instantly.

“You’re so pretty—you wouldn’t trick me, right?”

Her quick agreement made Ye Qiu uneasy.

Qiushan Nange snorted. “Believe it or not, up to you.”

Ye Qiu released the pressure points on her body and withdrew the golden needle.

Then, Qiushan Nange turned to Yoshida Chūji and his group. “You think a few losers like you can kill me? You’re overestimating yourselves.”

“I’m not looking down on you—you couldn’t even handle one move from my man.”

“Don’t believe me? Try him.”

Instantly, the three ninjas beside Yoshida Chūji charged at Ye Qiu.

The moment they clashed, Ye Qiu’s expression shifted.

Damn it, this old hag set me up!

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The moment the three ninjas attacked, Ye Qiu knew he was in trouble.

These guys were freakishly skilled.

Each one could rank in the top ten of the Dragon List.

And their coordination was flawless—whether attacking or defending, they moved with perfect synergy.

Swish!

The three ninjas formed a triangular formation, launching a ferocious assault on Ye Qiu.

As soon as he blocked one attack, the other two would strike from the side or behind, leaving him no room to breathe.

During the clash, Ye Qiu glanced back and saw Qiushan Nange standing off to the side, smirking.

Damn it, this old hag totally set me up.

She must have known these guys were tough nuts to crack.

Ye Qiu let out a long sigh. The ancients were right—beautiful women were like poison, addictive yet deadly. Today, he was experiencing it firsthand.

“Sect Master Qiushan, your man’s got some moves. Shame he won’t last long,” Yoshida Chūji said with a laugh, turning to Qiushan Nange. “I’ve long wanted to test your skills. Care to indulge me?”

Clang!

Yoshida Chūji drew the samurai sword from his waist, his fighting spirit surging.

“I’ve heard your martial talent rivals your brother’s. Let’s see if the rumors hold true,” Qiushan Nange replied, picking up her crystal longsword from the ground and pointing it at him, her own battle intent soaring.

“Sect Master Qiushan, rest assured, I won’t disappoint you.”

Boom!

As Yoshida Chūji’s words fell, he was already in front of Qiushan Nange, raising his samurai sword and swinging it down at her head.

Qiushan Nange swiftly raised her longsword to block.

Clang!

The samurai sword struck the longsword, forcing Qiushan Nange back five steps, a flicker of gravity in her eyes.

She was shocked to realize Yoshida Chūji’s skills were on par with a grandmaster.

“Feeling surprised, Sect Master Qiushan?” Yoshida Chūji grinned. “The world knows my brother as a grandmaster, but they overlook me. Truth is, my strength is only a hair below his.”

“If you hadn’t fought your man earlier and taken some internal damage, you might’ve lasted four or five hundred moves against me. But now? You won’t even block fifty.”

He chuckled darkly. “You’re a renowned martial grandmaster of Great East—killing you does feel like a waste.”

“How about this, Sect Master Qiushan? Marry me.”

Yoshida Chūji continued, “If you marry me and join Amaterasu Shrine, neither Miyamoto Musashi nor my brother will trouble you—or your Water Moon Sect.”

In your dreams!

Qiushan Nange glanced at Ye Qiu, tangled up with the three ninjas, and thought to herself, Marrying Yoshida Chūji? Might as well marry Ye Qiu.

Sure, Ye Qiu was a bit of a jerk, but he was good-looking—his face alone outshone Yoshida Chūji by miles.

And he was so young—his stamina must be impressive.

“Pah, pah, pah! Qiushan Nange, what are you thinking? That kid’s Xiao Xue’s man!” Her face flushed as she quickly shut down her wild thoughts, snapping at Yoshida Chūji, “Less talk, more action!”

“Sigh, I wanted to spare you, but you don’t appreciate my kindness. Don’t blame me for being ruthless, then. Kill!”

Yoshida Chūji charged again.

The battle erupted.

Five minutes flew by.

Ye Qiu was tied up fighting the three ninjas, defending while keeping an eye on Qiushan Nange.

Soon, he noticed bloodstains on both her and Yoshida Chūji.

They were both injured.

Gradually, Qiushan Nange started retreating, her strength visibly waning.

“That dumb woman—if she hadn’t fought me earlier, she wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Gotta admit, she’s lucky she ran into me.”

“Even at her peak, she couldn’t have handled these three ninjas and Yoshida Chūji ganging up on her.”

“Fine, for Qianshan Xue’s sake, I’ll lend her a hand.”

With that thought, Ye Qiu suddenly stopped counterattacking.

Just then, one ninja threw a punch at his head.

Ye Qiu caught the man’s wrist mid-strike. At the same moment, another ninja raised his sniper rifle and fired.

Bang!

The bullet rocketed toward Ye Qiu.

Acting like he didn’t see it, Ye Qiu twisted the captured wrist hard—crack!—snapping the ninja’s bones.

He yanked the ninja into his chest and, with lightning speed, smashed a fist into the man’s throat.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed from the ninja’s mouth as he dropped dead on the spot.

The bullet struck Ye Qiu’s back.

Clang!

It ricocheted off, leaving him unscathed.

Huh?

The sniper-wielding ninja froze for a split second—just long enough for Ye Qiu to appear beside him like a ghost, swinging a fist at his ribs.

Sensing danger, the ninja reacted fast, leaping half a step to the side to dodge.

But as he landed, a seven-inch golden needle stabbed into the back of his neck.

His body stiffened instantly.

Only then did he realize Ye Qiu’s earlier punch to his ribs was a feint, meant to force him to jump aside and expose his neck.

“Despicable…”

He collapsed before finishing the word.

The last ninja leapt into the air, slashing down at Ye Qiu’s head.

Boom!

Ye Qiu smashed the blade apart with a backhanded punch, then launched upward, driving a knee into the ninja’s chest.

Bang!

The man’s organs ruptured.

He plummeted to the ground, eyes rolling back as he died.

“I was just playing with you clowns. Did you really think I was a pushover?”

Ye Qiu spat curses at the three corpses.

On the other side—

After an intense exchange, Qiushan Nange and Yoshida Chūji both staggered back. She looked up just in time to see Ye Qiu dispatch the three ninjas, her heart jolting in shock.

Even at her peak, she couldn’t have taken down three ninjas that fast.

“So when he fought me earlier, he was holding back.”

For some reason, realizing this sparked a strange flicker of delight in Qiushan Nange’s chest.

Then her expression grew complicated.

“A young prodigy like this emerging in Hua Country… I wonder if that’s good or bad for Great East.”

As that thought crossed her mind, Ye Qiu appeared in front of her.

“How’s your injury?” he asked.

“None of your business,” she shot back, glaring at him as if to say, With skills like that, why didn’t you help me sooner?

“If I don’t care, who will?”

Ye Qiu snatched the longsword from her hand and charged at Yoshida Chūji.

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Ye Qiu held the sword in his hand, walking toward Yoshida Chūji while saying:

“I’ve never had any good feelings toward little devils.”

“Today, I’ll start by slaughtering you.”

“Then I’ll head to Amaterasu Shrine and take out your brother and that so-called martial god nonsense.”

Yoshida Chūji’s expression grew heavy.

From the way Ye Qiu dispatched the three ninjas, he could already tell Ye Qiu’s skills were formidable.

Yoshida Chūji was starting to regret it.

If he’d known Ye Qiu was this strong, he wouldn’t have shown himself earlier. He would’ve waited until Ye Qiu and Qiushan Nange parted ways before making a move on her.

That way, Qiushan Nange would’ve been a guaranteed kill.

But now, not only had he lost three subordinates, he’d failed to kill Qiushan Nange and had provoked a powerful Ye Qiu, putting himself in a dangerous spot.

At this point, there was no turning back.

He had no choice but to fight.

Looking at Ye Qiu, a trace of mockery appeared on Yoshida Chūji’s stern face: “I’ll admit, it’s surprising that Hua Country has a young expert like you.”

“But that changes nothing.”

“If I were you, I’d leave this place immediately. Otherwise, both you and Qiushan Nange will die.”

Yoshida Chūji deliberately bluffed, hoping to scare Ye Qiu off.

But he miscalculated.

Though young, Ye Qiu had faced life-and-death crises multiple times, so Yoshida Chūji’s threats meant nothing to him.

“Facing death and still spouting nonsense? You must be tired of living!”

“In that case, I’ll be a good guy and send you on your way!”

With those words, Ye Qiu stomped his right foot hard on the ground, launching himself into the air.

He wielded the sword with his right hand, swinging it fluidly.

In an instant, a terrifying aura erupted from Ye Qiu, as if he himself had become an invincible blade capable of cutting through anything in the world.

“What kind of swordsmanship is this?”

“How is it so terrifying?”

“It feels even more fearsome than Ye Wushuang’s swordsmanship from over twenty years ago.”

Qiushan Nange stood not far away, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

She wasn’t just a martial grandmaster of Great East—she was also a master of the sword. The moment Ye Qiu swung his blade, she could tell his technique was unprecedentedly powerful.

“That little punk’s got some conscience after all. He didn’t use this move on me earlier, or I’d never let it go, hmph~”

Qiushan Nange suddenly recalled Ye Qiu’s earlier disrespectful actions, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

“He actually called me small. Am I really that small?”

She glanced down.

“Seems… not that big.”

…

Yoshida Chūji’s expression grew even graver.

The moment Ye Qiu swung his sword, he sensed a lethal threat. Gripping his samurai sword with both hands, he charged forward.

In a narrow path, the brave prevail.

He wanted to take Ye Qiu down before the sword fully descended.

It was his only shot at escaping this crisis.

But just as he reached Ye Qiu, the sword came down.

“Boom!”

The Grass Sword Technique erupted.

Yoshida Chūji’s samurai sword snapped in half, and he was sent flying over ten meters, spitting blood.

Soon, he struggled back to his feet.

“Huh, not dead?”

Ye Qiu was a bit surprised.

Then he understood.

Though the Grass Sword Technique was powerful, his mastery hadn’t reached its peak. Plus, Yoshida Chūji was a grandmaster-level fighter.

“Shame I’ve only grasped the first form of the Grass Sword Technique. If I could master a few more, killing grandmaster-level fighters would be child’s play.”

Ye Qiu sighed inwardly.

“You’re indeed strong, but if you want to kill me, this isn’t enough,” Yoshida Chūji said, then with a “rip,” tore off his kimono.

“What are you doing?”

Ye Qiu’s eyes widened in alarm.

He’d long heard that some little devils had weird quirks. This bastard was half-dead—why was he stripping?

Was he about to flex his physique?

Ye Qiu glanced over. Yoshida Chūji had a big gut—his figure had zero appeal.

Under Ye Qiu’s puzzled gaze, Yoshida Chūji tore a strip of cloth from his clothes, tied it around his head, clenched his fists, and glared at Ye Qiu.

“I am a warrior of the Great East Empire. I won’t die so easily.”

“You think you can kill me? Pure delusion.”

“Now, witness my true power.”

With that, Yoshida Chūji pulled a red dagger from his loose pants and bit it between his teeth.

This is your so-called power?

Disgusting!

Ye Qiu’s face twisted in revulsion. This old creep had no sense of hygiene.

“Kill!”

Yoshida Chūji roared and charged at Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu raised his longsword and swung.

Boom!

The blade struck Yoshida Chūji square in the forehead.

“I thought you were some big shot. Turns out, you’re nothing—”

Before Ye Qiu could finish, Yoshida Chūji’s figure turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished without a trace.

Ninjutsu?

Ye Qiu jolted, spinning around.

Only then did he see Yoshida Chūji had rushed toward Qiushan Nange.

His real target was her!

Ye Qiu’s anger flared. He flicked a burst of sword qi.

Whoosh!

Yoshida Chūji was ready, sidestepping the sword qi and thrusting his dagger at Qiushan Nange’s heart.

Though a grandmaster, Qiushan Nange had been focused entirely on Ye Qiu, missing Yoshida Chūji’s sneak attack.

Normally, such an ambush wouldn’t succeed against a grandmaster.

But not now.

She was injured, and Yoshida Chūji’s strike was a perfectly timed killing blow.

By the time she reacted, the red dagger was just five centimeters from her heart.

“Ninth-Grade Lotus, Great Sun Tathagata.”

In that critical moment, Qiushan Nange used a secret technique. Her left hand formed a lotus seal, her dazzling movements mesmerizing, and a strange force deflected the dagger.

She quickly retreated.

“Whoosh!”

At almost the same instant, a sword qi from Ye Qiu’s Six Meridians Divine Sword shot toward Yoshida Chūji.

Yoshida Chūji ducked low, using some trick to dart forward like an arrow, reappearing before Qiushan Nange, dagger aimed at her again.

He was dead-set on killing her.

Just then, Ye Qiu arrived, stepping in front of Qiushan Nange.

Pfft!

The dagger plunged into Ye Qiu’s abdomen.

A sharp pain surged through him.

Ye Qiu was utterly shocked.

He hadn’t expected Yoshida Chūji’s dagger to be so sharp it could pierce his skin.

Whoosh!

Ye Qiu raised his hand, sending a sword qi through Yoshida Chūji’s throat.

“Even if I die, I’ll take you down first! Little devils—everyone has the right to kill them!”

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With a “clang,” Yoshida Chūji’s body fell to the ground, dead with his eyes still open.

Ye Qiu turned his head, looked at Akiyama Nanka, and said with a smile, “Can the misunderstanding between us be wiped clean now?”

“Not a chance!”

Akiyama Nanka raised her hand to strike Ye Qiu, but before she could act, there was a thud, Ye Qiu collapsed to the ground.

Akiyama Nanka looked down and saw blood flowing from where a dagger had pierced Ye Qiu’s abdomen.

“I’m already dying, won’t you even clear the air with me now?”

Ye Qiu spoke weakly, “I didn’t know you were Qianshan Xue’s master before, so those things, I didn’t mean them.”

“Hmph, you think I’d believe your nonsense?” Akiyama Nanka said, “There’s only one outcome for humiliating me, death.”

“I’m nearly dead already, this dagger’s coated in deadly poison.” With that, Ye Qiu’s head tilted to the side, his breath gone.

“You, you dare fake your death?”

Akiyama Nanka’s fingers trembled slightly, for some reason, seeing Ye Qiu like this stirred an inexplicable sadness in her heart, “Wake up right now! If you don’t, believe me, I’ll chop you into eighteen pieces…”

No matter how she threatened, Ye Qiu didn’t react, lying motionless on the ground.

The scene grew eerily silent.

Akiyama Nanka’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, she slowly crouched down, because her movements were so deliberate, they carried a strange, graceful beauty.

“Ye, if you’re tricking me, I’ll grind your bones to dust.”

As she spoke, Akiyama Nanka extended a delicate finger to check Ye Qiu’s breath.

No sign of life.

Suddenly, her nose stung with a sharp ache, as if pierced by a thousand arrows, the pain so intense it nearly stopped her breathing.

“How could this happen, how could this happen…”

Thud.

Akiyama Nanka slumped to the ground, her mind blank, murmuring in a daze, “You, how could you just die like that?”

“To be honest, I didn’t come to China to kill you, I just wanted to see what kind of man Xiao Xue liked.”

“But I never expected the people from the Amaterasu Shrine to chase me down.”

“I was actually going to tell you something, Xiao Xue, she’s already, sigh, no point telling you now.”

At this, Akiyama Nanka turned to glance at Ye Qiu, then suddenly laughed, “You little brat, so rude to me, I, I really wish I could’ve killed you myself.”

“In my half a lifetime, I’ve been obsessed with martial arts, detached from everything, no man ever caught my eye, no one ever stirred my heart even slightly, except you…”

“I don’t know why, but the moment I saw you, I got angry, it’s got nothing to do with Xiao Xue, I just got angry.”

“You’re such a fool, why did you take that stab for me when we first met?”

“Did you think that’d make me forgive your rudeness? I won’t.”

“Ye Qiu, I order you, wake up right now, or I’ll never forgive you, ever.”

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

“Ye Qiu, you’re a bastard, a complete bastard!”

Akiyama Nanka laughed and cried, then softly recited from her red lips, “I was born before you; you came when I’m already old, I hate that we weren’t born together, to be with you day after day.”

After reciting the poem, a hint of shyness flashed across her face, looking at Ye Qiu again, her gaze turned resolute.

“Ye Qiu, I won’t let you die in vain, I’ll head back to the East and slaughter every last bastard in the Amaterasu Shrine.”

Akiyama Nanka slowly reached out, brushing toward Ye Qiu’s cheek, a trace of tenderness flickering in her eyes.

But as her hand touched his face, she suddenly felt warmth, and breath coming from his nose.

The next second, Ye Qiu opened his eyes, smiling at her.

“You, you!”

Akiyama Nanka leapt up, hastily wiping her tears, and kicked Ye Qiu hard, “You bastard, faking death in front of me, I’ll kill you.”

“Ow, that hurts!” Ye Qiu yelped, “I wasn’t faking, the pain in my gut just knocked me out, I thought the dagger was poisoned.”

“Hmph, I’m not buying your rubbish.”

Tricked by him, Akiyama Nanka’s fury erased any pity, she landed a few more kicks on him.

“I took a stab for you, and you treat me like this? No conscience at all.”

Ye Qiu scrambled up, yanking the dagger from his abdomen.

Yes, he’d been faking.

Though Yoshida Chūji’s dagger was sharp, it hadn’t done much harm, with his innate qi circulating, the wound healed quickly.

When he pulled the dagger out, the gash closed instantly.

Akiyama Nanka stared at him coldly, suddenly recalling what she’d just said, embarrassed and furious, she snapped, “You didn’t hear what I said earlier, right?”

“I heard everything.”

Ye Qiu’s reply nearly sent Akiyama Nanka into a rage.

You little brat, couldn’t you just say you didn’t hear?

How am I supposed to keep talking to you now?

“‘I hate that we weren’t born together, to be with you day after day,’ tsk tsk, didn’t know I was that charming,” Ye Qiu grinned cheekily.

“Ye Qiu, you wait, I’ll come for you again.”

Akiyama Nanka couldn’t bear to stay any longer and turned to leave.

“Hold on,” Ye Qiu called out.

A flicker of secret delight sparked in Akiyama Nanka’s heart, was he asking her to stay?

“What do you want?” she asked, face stern.

Ye Qiu said, “You mentioned earlier that you came to China to tell me something, what’s happened to Qianshan Xue?”

Hearing that Ye Qiu wasn’t trying to keep her, Akiyama Nanka’s annoyance flared, “Want to know? Go to the East and find her yourself.”

Ye Qiu frowned, exasperated, “You came all the way to China to tell me something, and now you won’t say it?”

“None of your business!”

Akiyama Nanka turned back, glaring at him icily, “Don’t let me see you again, or I’ll tear you to pieces.”

She stormed off.

This place was unbearable, she’d lost all face.

“Wait a sec,” Ye Qiu called again, “Sect Leader Akiyama, I won’t stop you from leaving, but before you go, could you return what you took from me?”

“What thing?” Akiyama Nanka was puzzled, she hadn’t taken anything.

Ye Qiu sighed, “Sect Leader Qianshan, please give me back my heart.”

Shameless!

Akiyama Nanka’s heart raced, she bolted away, vanishing into the darkness.

Watching her flee in a panic, Ye Qiu chuckled, then furrowed his brow.

“This woman, leaving without finishing her sentence.”

“What was the news she meant to tell me?”

“What’s happened to Qianshan Xue?”

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It was already late when Ye Qiu got home, that lickspittle was still at the hospital with the girl, so he went to bed early.

That night, he had a dream.

In the dream, he went to the East and met Akiyama Nanka.

Akiyama Nanka was lying on a bed, her face like a peach blossom, clothes half-open, eyes watery, utterly enchanting.

She looked at Ye Qiu with deep affection and said, “Since parting with you, I’ve missed you terribly, a day apart feels like three autumns.”

Funny, me too, Ye Qiu thought to himself.

Then, Akiyama Nanka beckoned him with a finger, her silky gaze saying, “Come on, let’s have some fun~”

As she spoke, she ran her slender fingers slowly over her smooth, fair legs.

Utterly tempting.

“Sect Leader Akiyama, please don’t do this, I’m not that kind of casual person,” Ye Qiu said, before pouncing straight at her.

Akiyama Nanka wrapped her lotus-root-like arms around Ye Qiu’s neck and asked in a coy, dripping voice, “Didn’t you just say you weren’t a casual person?”

“I’m really not, but right now, I want you to see how fierce I can be when I get casual,” Ye Qiu said with a wicked grin, diving in.

“Ouch—ancestor, go easy…”

A wild romp ensued.

Just as their battle reached its peak, the door suddenly burst open with a “bang.”

Qianshan Xue stormed in, sword in hand.

Seeing the scene before her, Qianshan Xue’s rage surged, she pointed her sword at Ye Qiu, “You lecher, bullying me was bad enough, but now you dare bully my master too? I, I’ll kill you.”

With that, she thrust her sword forward.

Akiyama Nanka immediately shielded Ye Qiu, saying, “Xiao Xue, I did this willingly.”

“What?” Qianshan Xue froze.

Akiyama Nanka explained, “Ever since I met him in China, I finally believe there’s such a thing as true love in this world.”

“Master, but he’s my—”

“Xiao Xue, listen, true love can’t be forced, I’m already Ye Qiu’s.”

Qianshan Xue trembled with anger.

She wanted to stab Akiyama Nanka and demand, “Master, you stole your disciple’s man—have you no shame?”

But reason held her back.

After all, her master had poured her heart into raising her—how could she turn against her over a man?

“Master, we can’t share one man, so either we both give him up, or only one of us gets him.”

“Xiao Xue, Ye-lang is my true love, I can’t give him up.”

“I won’t give him up either.”

Akiyama Nanka said, “How about this, Xiao Xue, let’s leave it to Ye Qiu to decide.”

“Ye Qiu, me or Master, pick one!” Qianshan Xue said, shaking her sword as if warning him, “Your answer better satisfy me, or I’ll kill you with one strike.”

But Ye Qiu acted as if he didn’t see it, saying solemnly, “They say behind every successful man is a group of women quietly supporting him, I think we can all be together!”

Qianshan Xue spat, “I’m the Goddess of the East, Sect Leader of Shuiyue, how could I share with anyone?”

“Nanka’s your master, how’s she ‘anyone’?” Ye Qiu said, “I think you two could shift from master-disciple to sisters, wouldn’t that be better?”

“No way,” Qianshan Xue said, “If you want to be with me, it’s me alone.”

Akiyama Nanka said with a resentful look, “Ye-lang, you said you’d take responsibility for me, I don’t care, I’m sticking with you.”

Qianshan Xue was firm, “Choose me or her?”

Akiyama Nanka snapped back, “Xiao Xue, we’re master and disciple, how can you steal a man from your master? Fine, Ye Qiu, I’ll make it clear—her or me.”

Ye Qiu said, “Why are you two acting like kids? Why must women make things hard for each other?”

“Truth is, I’m genuine with both of you.”

“Losing either of you would leave me heartbroken, worse than death.”

Qianshan Xue, “…”

Akiyama Nanka, “…”

Ye Qiu went on, “You’re both my dearest, we’ve gone beyond friendship.”

“I know you both like me, care for me, want to grow old with me.”

“Honestly, your true feelings move me to tears, but can you promise me one thing—stop forcing me into these tough choices.”

“Can’t you at least consider the three of us together?”

“If you won’t, then I’ll choose neither,” Ye Qiu said, “I’ll go back to China, there are still a few women waiting for me there.”

Akiyama Nanka’s almond eyes widened.

Right, how’d she forget this little brat had other women?

Qianshan Xue was furious.

“Filthy scumbag, die!”

Qianshan Xue drove her sword into Ye Qiu’s throat.

Whoosh!

On the bed, Ye Qiu’s eyes snapped open, he sat up, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

That dream felt too real.

“Damn, Qianshan Xue, you little wench, daring to stab me? Just you wait.”

“When I get to the East someday, I’ll pin you down and give your backside a proper thrashing.”

“And Akiyama Nanka, saying it’s her or nothing—hmpf, I’ll deal with you too, make you both squeal.”

Sleep gone, Ye Qiu sat cross-legged on the bed to practice the Nine Needles Against Heaven.

Unlike basic qi-guided needling, which relied on inner strength, the Nine Needles Against Heaven required true qi as its foundation.

Luckily, Ye Qiu had already cultivated innate true qi.

He took out a golden needle, held it between his fingers, and began circulating his innate true qi.

Soon, under his guidance, the qi surged from his right index finger, wrapping around the needle.

Following the manual’s method, he started training.

Before long, the golden needle spun at his fingertip, faster and faster.

It didn’t stop until dawn approached.

By then, the needle bore two streams of qi—one black, one white—intertwined.

Ye Qiu’s eyes lit up.

“The yin-yang dual qi has appeared, that means the first needle’s almost mastered.”

He kept going.

The yin-yang qi shifted, eventually forming a tiny Taiji symbol on the needle, about thumb-sized.

Though small, it radiated an aura that repelled all evil, as if it could subdue any malevolence in the world.

This was the first of the Nine Needles Against Heaven—Exorcism!

Success.

Ye Qiu glanced out—it was fully light, 8 a.m.

As he prepared to get up, he suddenly heard faint footsteps outside the door…and

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Recognising someone by sound.

Ye Qiu could tell who it was just by the footsteps, a slight smile curved his lips, and he quickly slipped back under the covers.

Creak—

The door was pushed open, and a graceful figure stepped lightly into the room from outside.

Lin Jingzhi!

Lin Jingzhi was wearing a Chinese qipao, adorned with delicate blue floral patterns, exuding a classic yet elegant charm.

She glanced over, seeing Ye Qiu still fast asleep, a coy smile spread across her face.

She approached the bed.

Lin Jingzhi lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped her head underneath.

Soon, Ye Qiu let out a comfortable moan, “Oh~”

Lin Jingzhi redoubled her efforts.

After a while, she climbed fully onto the bed, straddling Ye Qiu, and purred with a smile, “Awake?”

“Big Sis Lin, what brings you here?” Ye Qiu asked, feigning surprise.

Lin Jingzhi replied with a hint of grievance, “You heartless git, coming to Suzhou-Hangzhou and not visiting me, I was just too lonely, so I had to come find you.”

“Really?” Ye Qiu sounded delighted.

Lin Jingzhi nodded, “Really.”

“Then let your husband see just how lonely you’ve been,” Ye Qiu said with a wicked grin, pulling Lin Jingzhi under the covers.

A while later.

Ye Qiu’s exclamation rang out, “The sea!”

“Husband, don’t say it out loud, I’m shy~” Lin Jingzhi said, her face full of bashfulness.

Ye Qiu couldn’t hold back, immediately setting to work filling her emptiness.

An hour later.

The two stopped their revelry.

Only then did Ye Qiu ask, “Big Sis Lin, why’d you suddenly come to Suzhou-Hangzhou?”

“Didn’t I say? I missed you,” Lin Jingzhi replied with a smile, “Don’t you believe me?”

“I do, but not entirely,” Ye Qiu said, “Is something up?”

“Can’t fool you, my husband’s too clever,” Lin Jingzhi planted a kiss on Ye Qiu’s cheek and said, “There’s some company business, I need to head to Dali soon, plus yesterday I got a call from Auntie, she hoped I’d come check on Grandpa, so here I am.”

That explained it.

Ye Qiu’s eyes flickered as he said, “Big Sis Lin, your trip to Dali isn’t urgent, right?”

“Not urgent,” Lin Jingzhi said, “The company’s been expanding fast lately, we’ve moved into hotels, beauty, pharmaceuticals, and now we’ve opened a jewellery firm.”

“There are jade mines in Dali, a lot of domestic jewellers go there to source stones.”

“I’m heading over this time to buy a batch of jade.”

Ye Qiu said, “In that case, I’ll go with you.”

“You’ll come with me?” Lin Jingzhi seemed surprised, “Do you have the time?”

“Even if I don’t, I’ll make time for you!” Ye Qiu said, “Dali’s near the border, it’s a messy place, you’re so beautiful, what if someone covets you? That’d be dangerous.”

Lin Jingzhi laughed, “Don’t worry, my heart’s yours forever.”

“I don’t just want your heart, I want all of you.”

Ye Qiu pinned Lin Jingzhi down again.

Truth be told, aside from worrying about her safety, he had another reason for joining her in Dali—to visit Tianlong Temple, meet the monk Kongjian, and study the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual.

Last time he returned from Beijing, Ye Wudi and the War God had repeatedly urged him to hurry up and boost his cultivation, so he’d have a chance to protect himself when those old freaks from the Forbidden City emerged.

Those old monsters hadn’t come out yet, but the pressure on Ye Qiu was immense.

Plus, if his background got exposed, the Beijing families involved in that turmoil from over twenty years ago would surely come after him too.

He’d be surrounded on all sides, and the only way to change that was to grow stronger.

Ye Qiu firmly believed that with enough power, he could crush any enemy in the world.

Another hour passed.

“Knock knock—”

A knock came from the door.

Qian Duoduo’s voice called from outside, “Cousin, you awake?”

“What for?” Ye Qiu asked, annoyed, still sweaty from the exertion.

“Cousin, get up for breakfast,” Qian Duoduo said.

“Not eating,” Ye Qiu replied, with Lin Jingzhi still coiled around him like a snake, how could he think about breakfast?

“You’d better get up, everyone’s waiting in the hall,” Qian Duoduo said, “Family rule—anyone living here eats breakfast together.”

Bloody hell, what a rubbish rule.

Ye Qiu was miffed.

Lin Jingzhi coaxed, “Come on, let’s get up, don’t keep them waiting too long, besides, it’s my first visit, I don’t want to leave a bad impression.”

Ye Qiu brushed it off, “What’s to fear? We don’t live here.”

Lin Jingzhi, understanding his mood, said gently, “Be good, tonight I’ll take care of you again, I’ve learned some new tricks, they’ll blow your mind.”

That cheered Ye Qiu up a bit.

They washed up, stepped out of the room, and found Qian Duoduo still lingering by the door.

“Why’re you still here?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Waiting for you, Cousin,” Qian Duoduo said, his eyes darting over Lin Jingzhi, asking in awe, “Cousin, where’d you find this lass, how’ve I never seen her?”

Smack!

Ye Qiu slapped Qian Duoduo’s forehead, sternly saying, “Don’t talk rot, this is your sister-in-law.”

Lin Jingzhi smiled and introduced herself, “I’m Lin Jingzhi.”

“Oh, sister-in-law! Sorry, I spoke out of turn, I’ll slap myself,” Qian Duoduo said, smacking his own mouth twice before grinning, “Sister-in-law, I’m—”

“Big Sis Lin, ignore him, he’s just a lickspittle,” Ye Qiu said, pulling Lin Jingzhi away.

Qian Duoduo’s cheeks puffed with anger, he stood there clenching his fists, muttering furiously, “What’s wrong with being a lickspittle? I’m proud, I’m chuffed.”

“Big Sis Lin, have you met Grandpa yet?”

Hearing Ye Qiu, Lin Jingzhi knew he was worried she hadn’t brought a gift and might seem rude on her first visit, she smiled, “Don’t worry, I saw Grandpa this morning when I arrived, gave him a gift.”

“I brought presents for the rest of the family too, handed them to Auntie to pass on.”

Lin Jingzhi chuckled, “I don’t slip up on etiquette.”

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

Big Sis Lin was thoughtful, meticulous with people, she had the air of a harem mistress—just not sure if she could handle that little minx Qianshan Xue in the future.

They reached the doorway, about to enter the hall, when Ye Qiu’s phone suddenly rang.

He pulled it out, saw it was Cao Yuan calling, and said, “Big Sis Lin, you go in, I’ll take this call.”

He was puzzled—why was the Nine Thousand Years calling so early?

Ye Qiu hit answer and asked, “Nine Thousand Years, what’s up?”

Cao Yuan’s voice was grave, “Got some bad news for you, the old freaks from the Forbidden City have come out!”

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Ye Qiu’s heart jolted at Cao Yuan’s words.

The thing he’d feared most had finally happened.

Cao Yuan’s tone shifted, “But you don’t need to worry too much, only one of the old freaks from the Forbidden City has emerged this time—Long Liu.”

Bloody hell, that scared me.

Ye Qiu grumbled, “Nine Thousand Years, can’t you just say it all at once next time? You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“If you were afraid of a scare, you wouldn’t have grown to where you are now,” Cao Yuan chuckled, “I’ve looked into it, Long Liu’s got a hot temper, I’m worried he might come after you.”

“I’m planning to send Qinglong over to protect you.”

“Qinglong’s skills might not match yours, but if you two team up against Long Liu, you might just take him down.”

Cao Yuan was like a chess master, always planning ahead, preparing for danger even in peace.

“Nine Thousand Years, thanks for the thought, I appreciate it,” Ye Qiu said, “If Long Liu comes for me alone, I’ve got a way to deal with him.”

“Better keep Qinglong by your side, you and I are the Witch God Cult’s top targets after all.”

Cao Yuan asked, “You’re really sure you can kill Long Liu?”

“Dead certain,” Ye Qiu replied confidently.

“Alright, just be careful,” Cao Yuan said, “I’ll have Diaochan keep an eye on Long Liu’s movements, the moment he leaves Beijing, I’ll let you know.”

“Cheers, Nine Thousand Years.”

No sooner had Ye Qiu hung up than his phone rang again—it was the War God.

Ye Qiu guessed the War God was likely calling about Long Liu’s emergence too.

Sure enough.

The moment he picked up, the War God said, “Long Liu from the Forbidden City’s out.”

Ye Qiu replied, “I know, Nine Thousand Years just told me.”

The War God said, “One Long Liu’s not a big deal, what worries me is the other old codgers from the Forbidden City might not be far behind.”

“Based on mine and Ye Wudi’s earlier guess, that lot wouldn’t emerge for another three to five years.”

“But now Long Liu’s out early, it means our prediction was off.”

“I reckon the remaining five old relics will all be out within two years.”

“Ye Qiu, you’ve got to hurry and boost your cultivation, we’re running out of time.”

The War God’s voice was heavy.

Clearly, Long Liu’s early appearance had put some pressure on him too.

“I’ll do my best,” Ye Qiu said, then added, “Take care of yourself, don’t stay up too late, get some rest.”

“Good lad,” the War God said, pleased to hear Ye Qiu’s concern, “I’m worried Long Liu might come for you, watch yourself.”

“Don’t worry, if he dares come alone, I’ll make sure he doesn’t leave alive.”

A thought struck Ye Qiu, and he said, “Chief, I’m heading to Dali in a few days, can you leak that info for me?”

The War God, sharp as ever, caught on instantly, “You want to lure Long Liu into attacking you?”

“Exactly.”

Ye Qiu admitted openly, “This could be a chance. If all the Forbidden City old freaks come out together, we’re in deep trouble, but if they emerge one by one like Long Liu, we can pick them off individually.”

“That’s a solid plan, but Long Liu’s been in seclusion for years, his skills must be freakishly strong, facing him alone could be dicey,” the War God said, “How about I call Wudi back?”

“No need to keep troubling Third Uncle, I’ll handle Long Liu myself!” Ye Qiu said, “I also want to use this to see just how big the gap is between me and the Forbidden City’s top dogs.”

“No need to fret, Chief, I’m mainly going to Dali to visit Tianlong Temple and study the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual.”

Tianlong Temple?

The War God chuckled at that, “You sly little devil, so you’re after Monk Kongjian, eh? Trouble is, he’s detached from worldly affairs, might not lend a hand.”

“No worries, I’ve got a plan.”

Ye Qiu was brimming with confidence.

“Fair enough, just take care.”

After hanging up, Ye Qiu stepped into the hall.

When he entered, no one had started eating yet, all seated around the eight-immortals table.

Old Man Qian sat at the head, with Qian Weidong, Guo Yuting, and Qian Duoduo to his left.

To Ye Qiu’s surprise, Qian Bowen’s youngest daughter, Qian Shiyu, and her daughter were there too.

To Old Man Qian’s right were Qian Jinglan and Lin Jingzhi, with an empty spot between them, clearly saved for Ye Qiu.

“Qiu’er, come sit, everyone’s waiting,” Qian Jinglan called, waving him over as he walked in.

“Sorry, got held up by a call, delayed everyone’s breakfast,” Ye Qiu said, taking a seat beside Qian Jinglan.

“Let’s eat.”

Qian Weidong gave the word, and servants promptly brought out breakfast, laying it on the table—over a dozen dishes, porridge and pastries, all finely made Suzhou-Hangzhou specialties.

Qian Weidong served Old Man Qian a bowl of porridge, saying respectfully, “Father, please.”

Old Man Qian held the bowl and said, “A bowl of porridge, a grain of rice, remember how hard it is to come by; a thread, a strand, always think of the toil behind it.”

“Keep that in your hearts.”

“Dig in!”

Only then did everyone start eating.

The Qian family had strict rules—no noise allowed during meals, making the atmosphere a bit stifling.

Ye Qiu noticed even Qian Duoduo, the lickspittle, was unusually quiet.

Doot doot doot—

Suddenly, a phone rang.

Heads turned toward Qian Shiyu.

“Sorry,” Qian Shiyu apologised, quickly hanging up.

Everyone resumed eating.

A moment later, Qian Shiyu’s phone rang again, the sound jarring against the silent table.

Smack!

Old Man Qian set his chopsticks down, his face showing displeasure.

Qian Shiyu hurriedly rejected the call.

“Grandpa, don’t get upset, maybe Sis Shiyu’s got something urgent,” Ye Qiu chimed in to smooth things over.

Since Qian Bowen’s death, and with Cao Yumei and Qian Rong kicked out, Qian Shiyu’s position in the family had grown awkward.

Doot doot doot—

Her phone rang again.

“Shiyu, if it’s something pressing, go handle it outside,” Old Man Qian said, his face stern.

“Yes.”

Qian Shiyu left the table, stepping quickly outside.

Ye Qiu ate a bit more, then put down his chopsticks, “Grandpa, I’m done, take your time.”

“Hm,” Old Man Qian gave a faint grunt.

Ye Qiu got up and left the hall.

This no-talking-while-eating rule was pure torture for him.

“I’m done too.”

The moment Ye Qiu left, Qian Duoduo bolted after him.

As they stepped out of the hall, they saw Qian Shiyu crouched by the wall, sobbing uncontrollably.

What’s going on?

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

Miracle Doctor Chapter 670

Ye Qiu and Qian Duoduo hurried over to Qian Shiyu’s side.

“Cousin, what’s wrong?” Ye Qiu asked.

Startled by his voice, Qian Shiyu jumped, quickly wiped her tears, and turned around, saying, “It’s nothing.”

“Sis Shiyu, has someone been bullying you? Tell me, I’ll sort them out,” Qian Duoduo said loudly.

“I’m fine.”

Qian Shiyu didn’t want to talk, and Ye Qiu could see that. He comforted her, “Cousin, if you’re in trouble, you’ve got to tell us, we’re family.”

Her eyes reddened with emotion at his words.

“Really, it’s nothing, thanks, you two.”

With that, Qian Shiyu hurried back into the hall.

Once she was gone, Qian Duoduo said, “Sis Shiyu’s definitely got something going on, and it’s big.”

“How do you know?” Ye Qiu asked.

Qian Duoduo replied, “Don’t let her gentle look fool you, she’s tough inside.”

“Growing up, I’ve hardly ever seen her cry.”

“Since she got married, this is the first time I’ve seen her in tears, something’s definitely up.”

Ye Qiu asked, “Speaking of which, what’s her husband up to? Grandpa’s seriously ill, and he’s nowhere to be seen?”

He’d been meaning to ask this for a while.

A couple of days ago, when Old Man Qian was hit with that curse and hanging by a thread, all the close relatives came back—except Qian Shiyu, who arrived last, and only with her daughter, no husband in sight.

Qian Duoduo said, “Her husband’s called Gao Fei, used to work at a state-run research unit, made it to section chief by his thirties, proper bright future ahead.”

“But then, out of nowhere, two years ago, Gao Fei quit, said he wanted to start his own business.”

“That caused a right row—Uncle gave him a proper dressing-down, and Grandpa was fuming, even told Gao Fei never to set foot in the Qian house again.”

“Grandpa had high hopes for him, figured after some time at the unit, he’d pull strings to get Gao Fei a local government post.”

“If it’d gone Grandpa’s way, Gao Fei could’ve been a big-shot regional governor by fifty.”

“But then this curveball hit.”

“Gao Fei acted like he was under a spell, dead set on starting a business, and that’s why things got so tense with Grandpa and Uncle.”

“Since then, Gao Fei hasn’t stepped through the Qian family door.”

“Last year, on the second day of the Lunar New Year, Shiyu brought Gao Fei and the kid to pay respects, but Grandpa wouldn’t let him in—Gao Fei stood outside for over an hour.”

What a stubborn old git! Ye Qiu thought, inwardly griping about Old Man Qian.

But he could see where it came from.

The Qian family was a centuries-old scholarly clan, and in Old Man Qian’s mind, he still clung to the Confucian hierarchy of scholar, farmer, artisan, merchant—traders were bottom rung.

That said, even without Old Man Qian’s stance, anyone would’ve been miffed.

Think about it—Gao Fei, young and already a section chief with a golden future, chucking it all to start a business? That’s like a donkey kicked his head.

Ye Qiu said, “Duoduo, that reminds me, your dad’s in business too—how’d Grandpa agree to that?”

“Ugh, don’t blame Dad, it’s just his rotten luck,” Qian Duoduo said, “He’s not as learned as Uncle, but he still graduated from a proper top uni.”

“After graduating, he stayed on as a lecturer, but that year, a student in his class jumped off a building, and the school suspended him over it.”

“He took a break, then went to teach at another uni, but a couple in his class killed themselves over a breakup.”

“He got suspended again.”

“Later, Grandpa got him a job at Suzhou-Hangzhou University, stuck him in logistics, thinking surely nothing could go wrong there.”

“But then, during a sports festival, a student died moving stuff from logistics—tripped, cracked his head open, and that was it.”

“Dad was there, saw it happen, said the kid just fell and was gone.”

“After that, Dad quit for good and went into business.”

“Grandpa reckoned he was cursed when it came to teaching, so he stopped bothering.”

Qian Duoduo sighed, “If Dad had stayed in academia, he might be a principal by now, and I’d be a principal’s son.”

Ye Qiu thought to himself, Second Uncle’s lucky he left—his fate’s a jinx to students, who knows how many more would’ve died if he’d stayed?

“By the way, Cousin, you took out a bunch of folks at the Green Wolf Gang last night—will that cause trouble?” Qian Duoduo asked quietly.

It’d been gnawing at him.

Last night, stuck at the scene with all those corpses and blood, he’d chickened out and bolted with the girl.

Ye Qiu grinned, “Relax, I only killed those who deserved it, no worries.”

“Good,” Qian Duoduo breathed easier, then asked, “Cousin, now that Sister-in-law’s here, you planning to show her around Suzhou-Hangzhou for a few days?”

“What, got any good ideas?” Ye Qiu asked.

“I grew up here, know it like the back of my hand—how about I take you and Sister-in-law sightseeing later?”

“Alright.”

After breakfast.

Qian Duoduo drove Ye Qiu and Lin Jingzhi around.

They hit a few spots during the day, and after dinner, Qian Duoduo asked, “Cousin, fancy me showing you Suzhou-Hangzhou’s nightlife?”

“Not interested,” Ye Qiu shot down flat.

Qian Duoduo figured it was because Lin Jingzhi was there and chuckled, “Sister-in-law, ever since you showed up, Cousin won’t go out with me.”

“So it’s my fault, is it?” Lin Jingzhi said gently to Ye Qiu, “Go have some fun.”

“Don’t want to—”

“You’ve been swamped with work these past few months, plus all that other stuff, your nerves are wound too tight, you need to unwind,” Lin Jingzhi said, “A bit of relaxation can ease the stress, go on!”

“I really don’t want to,” Ye Qiu insisted.

“How about I come with you?” Lin Jingzhi winked.

That got Ye Qiu asking Qian Duoduo, “Where you taking me?”

“A place to drink,” Qian Duoduo said.

“Let’s go then.”

Seeing Ye Qiu agree, Qian Duoduo started the car, and half an hour later, they pulled up to a bar called “Charm Dance.”

The bar was in a buzzing area, its entrance lined with luxury cars—proper upscale.

“We’re a bit late, parking’s a nightmare,” Qian Duoduo grumbled, circling for ten minutes before spotting a space. Just as he moved to park, a red Ferrari zoomed in, pulling a flashy drift to nab the spot.

“Bloody hell, stealing my parking space? You’re done for,” Qian Duoduo fumed, about to jump out, when the Ferrari’s door opened and a young bloke stepped out.

Instantly, Qian Duoduo froze, fear creeping onto his face.

The guy had red-dyed hair, an earring, and trendy gear. He got out, flipped Qian Duoduo the bird with a cocky grin, then swaggered into the bar.

“Pretty full of himself, who’s this kid?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Ma Dong, son of Suzhou-Hangzhou’s richest man!”