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 Miracle Doctor Chapter 501

“Ye Wudi, what grand authority you have. Do you really think yourself invincible under the heavens?”

A voice suddenly rang out.

It rumbled like muffled thunder.

The sound shook the crowd, nearly bursting their eardrums.

The next second, a figure appeared in front of Bai Yujing.

This man stood seven feet tall, past seventy years old, clad in a grey robe, his hair bound with a jade crown, a jade pendant hanging at his waist.

His attire was identical to Long Jiu’s, as if he too had stepped out of ancient times.

The crowd immediately realised this man was from the Forbidden City.

Sure enough.

Upon seeing him, Bai Yujing bowed deeply and said respectfully, “Yujing pays respects to Eighth Uncle-Master.”

Eighth Uncle-Master?

The Eighth Lord of the Forbidden City?

The crowd shuddered.

Another master from the Forbidden City had arrived. Would Ye Wudi remain as domineering as before?

“I was wondering who it was. So it’s the Eighth Lord,” Ye Wudi said without a trace of fear. “What, you want to meddle in this too?”

“You attacked my brother. Shouldn’t you give me an explanation?” Long Ba replied.

Ye Wudi sneered disdainfully, “I, Ye Wudi, act as I please. Why should I explain myself to you?”

Hmph!

Long Ba let out a cold snort, releasing a tremendous aura.

In an instant, the guests felt the air itself solidify, their breathing growing laboured.

“No wonder you don’t take our Forbidden City seriously. As expected of Ye Wushuang’s brother, just as arrogant as he was. Let’s see if you’ve got the skill to back it up.”

With those words, Long Ba launched himself forward like a fired cannonball, appearing before Ye Wudi in a flash.

He threw a punch, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

The momentum was earth-shaking.

Ye Wudi met Long Ba’s fist with his own, striking later but landing first.

“Boom!”

A loud explosion rang out.

Both men retreated six steps.

Ye Wudi’s expression remained unchanged, but Long Ba’s gaze darkened slightly.

“No wonder you look down on the Forbidden City. You’ve got some ability. With your strength, if you joined the Dragon List, you could vie for the top spot.”

Long Ba’s words sent shockwaves through the crowd.

“What? Ye Wudi’s skill isn’t weaker than the Champion Marquis?”

“From the Eighth Lord’s tone, Ye Wudi might even surpass the Champion Marquis.”

“Good heavens, how does the Ye family keep producing such freaks?”

Ye Wudi said calmly, “The Dragon List is nothing. My goal is to be first on the God List.”

Hiss,

The crowd gasped in unison. No one had expected Ye Wudi’s ambitions to be so vast.

Even Ye Qiu’s heart pounded wildly.

He’d heard from Zhao Yun before that the God List was just a legend, but now it seemed it might actually exist.

“First on the God List is my eldest brother. Even if you trained for another century, you’d never match him,” Long Ba said.

The moment those words left his mouth, the crowd gasped again.

“Unbelievable! The top of the God List is the First Lord of the Forbidden City!”

“No wonder the Forbidden City ignores the law and acts so brazenly. Their strength is terrifying!”

“From now on, if I see anyone from the Forbidden City, I’ll steer clear. Don’t provoke them, or you won’t even know how you died!”

Ye Wudi sneered coldly, “If my brother Ye Wushuang were still alive, forget first on the God List—your Forbidden City would’ve been reduced to ashes long ago.”

Long Ba replied, “Ye Wushuang was indeed a once-in-a-century martial genius, dazzling and unparalleled. Sadly, the heavens grew jealous and took him early.”

Ye Wudi’s gaze turned icy, “Whether it was the heavens’ jealousy or someone’s deliberate scheme, you know the truth.”

At those words, the crowd’s eyes lingered briefly on Long Ba.

Could Ye Wushuang’s death be tied to the Forbidden City?

Ye Qiu’s eyes locked onto Long Ba, eager to hear what he’d say next.

Long Ba’s gaze chilled as he said, “Ye Wudi, words are useless. Since you’re here today, don’t plan on leaving.”

“Ye Wushuang’s been dead for years. He must be lonely down there.”

“As his brother, why not join him?”

“I think sending you down to keep my brother company sounds better.” Ye Wudi waved his hand grandly, “Sword!”

Ye Qiu immediately handed the Emperor’s Sword, Chixiao, to Ye Wudi.

The moment Ye Wudi gripped the sword, his aura shifted, as if he’d become an indestructible blade, its edge fully revealed.

Then, Ye Wudi pointed the Emperor’s Sword at Long Ba and roared, “Come face your death!”

With a flick of his long sleeve, Long Ba summoned a cleaver from the ground, which shot into the air and landed in his hand.

“Kill!” Long Ba bellowed, charging at Ye Wudi with the cleaver raised.

Almost simultaneously, Ye Wudi moved, slashing out with his sword.

“Clang!”

The Emperor’s Sword clashed with the cleaver.

Crack!

The cleaver snapped instantly, but the sword’s momentum didn’t stop, slashing fiercely toward Long Ba’s face.

Long Ba twisted his body aside, the blade grazing past his nose.

“Boom!”

Long Ba threw a punch at Ye Wudi’s abdomen.

Ye Wudi’s other hand swiftly clenched into a fist and struck out, meeting Long Ba’s punch head-on.

Bang!

A deafening crash.

Both were forced back by the power in each other’s fists.

As Ye Wudi retreated, he suddenly spun, circling behind Long Ba, and thrust his sword at Long Ba’s back.

Long Ba reacted swiftly, leaping oddly to the side, dodging the Emperor’s Sword. He grabbed another cleaver from the ground and swung it backward.

This time, though, the cleaver didn’t meet the sword—it struck only air.

Long Ba’s expression shifted slightly. He turned quickly, only to see Ye Wudi now standing beside Long Jiu.

The Emperor’s Sword was raised high.

Long Ba instantly understood Ye Wudi’s intent. The earlier strike was a feint—his real target was Long Jiu.

Long Jiu had been watching the fight, never expecting Ye Wudi to suddenly appear beside him.

Having already battled Ye Qiu, Master Longmei, and Master Du’e, he was gravely wounded and at his weakest. Against a peak-form Ye Wudi, he had no strength to resist.

And Ye Wudi was too fast—Long Jiu couldn’t even dodge in time.

In a panic, Long Jiu cried out, “Eighth Brother, save me!”

“Ye Wudi, stop—” Long Ba barely got the words out before the Emperor’s Sword fell, blood spraying everywhere.

“Ah…”

Long Jiu collapsed, screaming. His right arm had been severed by Ye Wudi’s strike.

The guests’ scalps tingled with fear.

Ye Wudi’s actions were insane. This wasn’t just a challenge to the Forbidden City—it was declaring war.

“Ye Wudi, you dare touch Old Nine? I’ll kill you!”

Long Ba’s aura flared with rage as he charged at Ye Wudi, but he stopped mid-stride.

He saw the Emperor’s Sword in Ye Wudi’s hand now pressed against Long Jiu’s throat.

“Eighth Lord, do you think I won’t slaughter the Ninth Lord?”

Ye Wudi grinned, revealing a row of neat, white teeth, sending chills down spines.

Long Ba roared, “Ye Wudi, I’m warning you. If you harm another hair on Old Nine’s head, I’ll not only kill you—I’ll raze your Ye family to the ground…”

Pfft!

Before Long Ba could finish, Ye Wudi’s Emperor’s Sword pierced Long Jiu’s throat.

Then came the voice:

“I, Ye Wudi, fear no threats!”

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Everyone stared at Ye Wudi, their throats so dry it felt like smoke might rise. They hadn’t expected this outcome.

“He’s mad, Ye Wudi’s gone mad.”

“He actually killed the Ninth Lord. This has pierced the heavens.”

“We’re done for. Once the Forbidden City rages, we’ll all suffer too.”

“If I’d known it’d turn out like this, I wouldn’t have come to the Bai family today. This isn’t a wedding—it’s a funeral.”

The guests were gripped by fear and unease, terrified of being implicated.

Ye Qiu’s thoughts, however, ran counter to theirs. Ye Wudi’s dominance set his blood ablaze.

“A true strongman should be like this.”

At the same time, Ye Qiu once again deeply realised the vast gap between himself and a supreme master.

“I must train hard and strive to one day be like Ye Wudi, fearless against any threat.”

Ye Qiu silently vowed in his heart.

As for Bai Yujing, his entire body felt ice-cold. He stared blankly at Long Jiu’s corpse, and after a long while, he let out a cry:

“Master!”

Bai Yujing rushed over, kneeling before Long Jiu, sobbing bitterly.

Long Ba stood rooted to the spot, his body trembling. He couldn’t believe his brother had died just like that.

And killed right in front of him.

After a brief wave of grief came a towering fury.

“Ye Wudi, you’ve got some guts, daring to kill my brother. None of you will leave here alive today.”

Long Ba charged at Ye Wudi like a maddened lion.

This time, he wielded no weapon, but his aura was noticeably stronger.

Yet, as Long Ba closed in, he was forced back by the Emperor’s Sword.

Though powerful, he didn’t dare test the sword’s edge.

“Forget it, I won’t bully you.”

Ye Wudi flicked his hand, and the Emperor’s Sword Chixiao traced an arc through the air, landing in front of Ye Qiu.

What was he up to?

Ye Qiu was just puzzling over it when Ye Wudi said, “It’s been a while since I’ve met a worthy opponent. Let’s have some fun.”

Then, Ye Wudi placed one hand behind his back and clenched the other into a fist.

Long Ba gnashed his teeth in rage.

Bully me?

You think you’re worthy!

Long Ba laughed in fury, “Ye Wudi, with a sword in hand, you might’ve lasted a bit longer. But you threw it away? You’re seeking your own death.”

The guests also thought Ye Wudi was being reckless.

After all, Long Ba wasn’t just any expert—he was a top-tier master from the Forbidden City.

But Ye Wudi declared boldly, “I can kill Long Jiu, and I can kill you. In my eyes, you’re no different from Long Jiu—just trash.”

“Courting death!”

Long Ba charged at Ye Wudi in anger, and at the same time, Ye Wudi moved, rushing toward his prey like a fierce tiger.

The battle began.

“Boom!”

Long Ba clenched a fist and swung at Ye Wudi’s head with the force of a thunderbolt.

Ye Wudi didn’t retreat but advanced, throwing a direct punch.

Bang!

Their fists collided with a loud blast, sending both staggering back.

Each retreated ten steps, then charged again like lightning, fists flying once more.

Bang!

Their fists clashed again.

Ye Wudi executed a backflip, retreating three metres, while Long Ba stumbled back over a dozen steps before steadying himself.

After two punches, Long Ba had a rough gauge of Ye Wudi’s strength and said, “Ye Wudi, if this is all you’ve got, you can go die.”

Ye Wudi’s face remained expressionless as he rushed forward, aiming a fist at Long Ba’s face.

For experts like them, flashy moves were unnecessary. A simple, direct punch carried more killing power.

Long Ba raised his hand and countered with a fist.

Boom!

Their fists met again.

This time, neither backed off. A surge of energy erupted from their fists, intertwining tightly.

“They’re competing with inner strength.”

Ye Qiu saw it at a glance.

Long Ba grinned sinisterly at Ye Wudi, “Did you think those few punches were my full strength?”

“I forgot to tell you, I’ve only used eight-tenths of my power.”

“You killed my brother. How could I let you live? Die!”

Boom!

A massive force suddenly burst from Long Ba’s fist, crushing toward Ye Wudi.

His face bore a smug smile, as if he could already see Ye Wudi being blasted away, gravely injured and powerless to fight back.

Yet, a cold smirk suddenly appeared on Ye Wudi’s lips.

Long Ba’s heart jolted.

I’ve unleashed my full strength—how can he still smile?

Does he have a trump card?

In Long Ba’s moment of shock, an even greater force surged from Ye Wudi’s fist, crashing over like a raging storm, ferocious beyond measure.

Clang!

Long Ba’s body flew backward, smashing heavily into the ground with a dull thud.

He quickly stood, his back stinging with fiery pain.

To Long Ba, such pain was nothing. With his strength, even being hacked by a blade or stabbed by a sword wouldn’t matter much unless it hit a vital spot.

But moments ago, Ye Wudi’s inner strength had surged through his arm, coursing along his meridians and striking his organs.

Long Ba had sustained severe internal injuries.

Now, a mouthful of blood clogged his throat. If he spoke, it would spew out.

And once it did, he’d collapse from exhaustion.

The consequence of that would be losing any chance to kill Ye Wudi and avenge Long Jiu—worse, Ye Wudi could easily finish him off.

No matter what, Long Ba couldn’t let the blood escape.

At that moment, Ye Wudi’s voice rang out.

“Long Ba, did you think you were clever, hiding your strength to take me down?”

“Should I call you stupid or just dim? How could such petty tricks fool my eyes?”

“To be honest, when I clashed fists with you earlier, I only used half my strength.”

“In my eyes, you’re the same as Long Jiu—pure trash.”

Trash?

Fire blazed in Long Ba’s eyes. In all his years, this was the first time someone had called him trash.

The guests were stunned too.

“Ye Wudi’s publicly humiliating the Eighth Lord. He’s set on a fight to the death!”

“The Eighth Lord will surely stop at nothing to kill Ye Wudi now!”

“A life-and-death battle is about to erupt!”

But to everyone’s shock, Long Ba stood there, face full of rage but silent, not charging at Ye Wudi for a fatal showdown.

What was going on?

Why was the Eighth Lord just standing there?

Even if he didn’t fight, he should at least骂 back!

Anyone else called trash would be furious, enraged. Yet the Eighth Lord didn’t say a word.

Where was the dignity of a Forbidden City master?

The guests found it unbelievable.

Just then, they saw Ye Wudi’s figure leap into the air, his fist smashing down toward Long Ba’s head.

If this punch landed, Long Ba would be dead for sure.

Already nursing internal injuries, Long Ba didn’t dare meet it head-on and hastily retreated. Unbeknownst to him, Ye Wudi spun midair at an impossible angle, kicking Long Ba square in the back.

Boom!

Long Ba flew sideways.

Ye Wudi followed like a shadow, and as Long Ba hit the ground, he stomped Long Ba’s face into a flowerpot.

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Ye Wudi’s actions matched his name perfectly, displaying an invincible stance in full glory.

Long Ba’s face was stomped into the flowerpot by Ye Wudi’s foot, deforming it on the spot.

“Ah…”

Long Ba let out a earth-shattering roar.

As he opened his mouth, blood sprayed wildly from his throat. Even so, he struggled frantically.

It was too humiliating!

He was a master from the Forbidden City, always the one bullying others. Yet today, Ye Wudi had publicly stomped on his face. For Long Ba, this was the most humiliating moment of his life.

“Ah…”

Another roar erupted from Long Ba’s mouth. He pressed his hands against the ground, knees straining, slowly arching his back. His face gradually lifted five centimetres from the flowerpot.

“Thud!”

Ye Wudi suddenly pressed down harder with his foot, and in an instant, Long Ba’s face was smashed back into the flowerpot.

At the same time, another gush of blood spurted from Long Ba’s mouth.

So stifling!

Long Ba’s eyes turned bloodshot. He grabbed Ye Wudi’s calf with both hands and yanked hard.

He hoped to dislodge Ye Wudi’s foot this way, but to his surprise, Ye Wudi’s right leg was like it had taken root—unmoving.

“I said you’re trash, and you wouldn’t admit it. What about now?”

Ye Wudi said calmly, “Eighth Lord, tell me, do I dare kill you?”

At those words, Long Ba, who had been struggling, suddenly fell still. His mind involuntarily recalled the scene of Long Jiu’s death, and terror flashed in his eyes.

“Ye Wudi, are you truly set on endless enmity with our Forbidden City?” Long Ba gritted his teeth. “Even if I die, I still have seven brothers. They won’t let you go.”

“Long Ba, it seems you still haven’t grasped one thing. It’s not about you not letting me go—from the start, I never planned to let any of you off,” Ye Wudi said. “I remember what happened over twenty years ago vividly.”

Long Ba’s realisation hit him. “You’re out to avenge Ye Wushuang?”

“Or did you think I had nothing better to do than provoke you?” Ye Wudi replied.

“Ye Wudi, Ye Wushuang’s death has nothing to do with our Forbidden City. If you want revenge, you should look elsewhere.”

“What, you don’t dare admit what you’ve done?”

“If you claim it was us, then show your proof!”

“No proof needed. As long as I believe it was you, that’s enough.”

Instantly, a chill ran through Long Ba’s body.

He understood now—nothing he said mattered. Ye Wudi was dead set on killing him.

With that realisation, Long Ba gave up struggling.

“Ye Wudi, if you want to kill me, just do it. Once my seven brothers finish their seclusion, it’ll be your end.”

“Then your Ye family will fall with you.”

“Anyone who kills someone from our Forbidden City will meet a bad end.”

Long Ba shouted loudly.

The guests held their breath, certain that Ye Wudi would slaughter Long Ba next.

But against all expectations, the ever-dominant Ye Wudi didn’t kill Long Ba outright. Instead, he lifted his right foot high and slammed it down.

Thud!

The sole of his shoe struck Long Ba’s face.

Once, twice, three times…

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Ye Wudi stomped over a dozen times until Long Ba’s entire face was a mangled mess.

Long Ba roared with bloodshot eyes, “Ye Wudi, a warrior can be killed but not humiliated. If you’ve got the guts, just kill me.”

“I’m not done stomping yet.” Ye Wudi kept going.

Long Ba screamed hoarsely, “Ahhh… Ye Wudi, I won’t let you off even as a ghost… You’ll die horribly… Ye Wudi, stop humiliating me…”

Ye Wudi laughed, “Want to die? Beg me!”

Long Ba, stripped of his earlier arrogance, pleaded like a dog, “I beg you, kill me…”

“Fine.”

Ye Wudi agreed readily.

“Old Nine, your brother’s coming to join you.” Long Ba closed his eyes in resignation.

Ye Wudi channelled his inner strength into his foot, ready to crush Long Ba’s head, when he suddenly sensed something off. He whipped his head around to see a dark figure hurtling toward him like a thunderbolt.

Ye Wudi swiftly kicked out.

Bang!

Ye Wudi was sent flying.

Only then did the crowd see an old man standing beside Long Ba.

The old man had a ruddy complexion and a slightly plump build. His white hair was tied up with a jade crown, and he wore a black robe with a jade pendant at his waist.

Without a doubt, this old man was also from the Forbidden City.

He glanced down at Long Ba, his face stern as he berated, “Old Eight, you’ve utterly disgraced our Forbidden City.”

Long Ba trembled, quickly opening his eyes and staring at the old man in disbelief. “Seventh Brother, weren’t you in seclusion? Why are you here?”

“If I hadn’t come, you’d be dead by now,” Long Qi said. “Where’s Old Nine?”

Long Ba avoided Long Qi’s gaze, stammering, “Old Nine, he, he…”

“Seventh Uncle-Master, my master was killed by Ye Wudi. You must avenge him!” Bai Yujing shouted.

Long Qi turned his head, spotting Long Jiu’s corpse. Instantly, a massive wave of killing intent surged from him.

“Bang!”

Long Qi kicked Long Ba, roaring, “You couldn’t even protect Old Nine, you useless fool.”

Then his gaze settled on Ye Wudi, lingering for three seconds.

Whoosh!

Long Qi’s figure vanished abruptly, without any sign of movement—just gone from where he stood.

Ye Wudi tensed instantly, spinning around and kicking out.

Sure enough, Long Qi appeared behind him, and Ye Wudi’s foot collided squarely with Long Qi’s palm.

Ye Wudi’s brows twitched. It felt like his kick had landed on a sponge—soft and yielding.

What was this?

Before he could process it, Long Qi’s attacks came like a tempest, relentless and unstoppable.

Ye Wudi, as ever, stood his ground, meeting Long Qi head-on without retreating an inch.

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged over a dozen moves, their pace quickening.

Crack!

Two minutes later.

A sharp sound rang out, and Ye Wudi’s body was blasted back.

Screech—

His leather shoes scraped against the floor for a long stretch, retreating over ten metres before he stopped.

The crowd then noticed blood trickling from Ye Wudi’s mouth, his face grave.

Ye Wudi was injured?

Everyone was stunned. They hadn’t expected Long Qi to be so formidable.

Long Qi stood still, hands clasped behind his back, his cold eyes fixed on Ye Wudi as he spoke icily:

“You killed Old Nine—crime one.”

“You injured Old Eight—crime two.”

“You disregarded the Forbidden City’s authority—crime three.”

“For these three crimes combined, death without pardon!”

Long Qi was like a judge, directly pronouncing Ye Wudi’s death sentence.

Ye Wudi remained fearless. “Less talk. If you want to kill me, come at me.”

Long Qi clenched his fists, about to strike, when a faint voice cut through:

“Your Forbidden City has such grand authority. Even daring to kill the Supreme Leader’s personal bodyguard—are you trying to challenge the Supreme Leader himself?”

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The War God had arrived.

As always, the War God was dressed in his signature style: a military overcoat, seated in a wheelchair, with a blanket draped over his knees.

His aide pushed him slowly through the door.

“Your Forbidden City has such grand authority. Even daring to kill the Supreme Leader’s personal bodyguard—are you trying to challenge the Supreme Leader himself?”

The War God’s voice was soft, but with his opening words, he pinned a massive accusation on the Forbidden City.

Long Qi unclenched his fists, his cold gaze settling on the War God. “Your Hades Hall wants to meddle in this too?”

The War God said calmly, “This farce needs to end.”

Farce?

End?

Long Qi instantly grasped the War God’s intent and snorted coldly, “Easy for you to say. My Ninth Brother was killed, and you think it ends just because you say so? Are you bullying us because the Forbidden City has fewer people?”

“Then what do you want?” the War God asked.

“I want them dead.” Long Qi pointed at Ye Wudi, Ye Qiu, Master Longmei, and Master Du’e, then continued:

“My Ninth Brother can’t have died for nothing.”

“Once Ye Wudi and these troublemakers are dead, then this matter can end.”

The War God replied, “I came here to stop you from killing.”

“You, a cripple, think you can stop me? Who do you think you are?” Long Qi sneered. “Even if you called every member of Hades Hall here, you couldn’t stop me from killing today.”

The War God’s expression remained calm as he said, “You can’t kill any of these people.”

“Longmei is the head of Dragon Tiger Mountain, equal to the head of Wudang Mountain as leaders of the Taoist world. He’s highly respected and has made countless contributions to the nation over the years—a national hero. You can’t kill someone like him.”

“Master Du’e is the abbot of Dali’s Tianlong Temple. If you touch him, beware—Monk Kongjian won’t let it slide.”

Monk Kongjian.

At that name, a flicker of gravity appeared in Long Qi’s eyes.

He’d once heard from his eldest brother, Long Yi, that Monk Kongjian was a rare enlightened monk of this era, over a hundred years old, with cultivation that had reached the pinnacle. Were it not for his devotion to Buddhism, the top five of the God List would surely include Monk Kongjian.

Though Buddhism often preached that vengeance begets vengeance, if Long Qi killed Master Du’e, Monk Kongjian would not stand idly by.

After all, Master Du’e was his only disciple.

“Buddhists typically avoid worldly conflicts and pose little threat to our Forbidden City. Sparing him isn’t out of the question. As for Longmei…”

Long Qi glanced at Master Longmei.

Master Longmei lay unconscious on the ground, his face ashen, blood trickling ceaselessly from his mouth.

Long Qi could tell at a glance that Master Longmei didn’t have long to live.

“Fine, I won’t kill Du’e or Longmei, but he must die.” Long Qi pointed at Ye Wudi.

Long Ba followed, pointing at Ye Qiu. “This kid must die too. Everything today was caused by him. He has to pay the price.”

The War God said sternly, “Ye Qiu is a warrior of my Hades Hall, with the rank of colonel. He’s risked his life countless times and made immense contributions to the nation—a first-class meritorious hero.”

What?

The guests were utterly shocked.

“Ye Qiu looks barely twenty-something, and he’s already a colonel? Is this real?”

“The War God wouldn’t lie to us. It must be true.”

“Terrifying. At this rate, Ye Qiu could become a general before he’s thirty.”

“Didn’t you hear the War God? Ye Qiu’s a first-class hero. In peacetime, earning that honour is incredibly hard. He must have truly risked his life for the country.”

“…”

Bai Yujing felt his mind buzzing, unable to believe it.

“When did Ye Qiu get promoted to colonel? How did I not hear a whisper of this?”

“And a first-class hero—what’s that about?”

“He’s so young and already a colonel. Is the War God grooming him to be his successor?”

Bai Yujing’s face twisted into a grimace as he glared at the War God, his eyes blazing with killing intent.

“Old fool, which warrior in Hades Hall hasn’t made immense contributions to the nation?”

“Which mission isn’t a walk on a knife’s edge?”

“Why does Ye Qiu get all the honours alone?”

“I’ve made contributions to the country too. Why does Ye Qiu rise faster than me? Why?”

“With such blatant favouritism, aren’t you afraid of sparking outrage?”

Bai Yujing was practically exploding with rage.

At that moment, Long Qi spoke up.

“So what if he’s contributed to the nation? A first-class hero? No one can stop me from killing who I want.”

It was clear Long Qi was dead set on killing Ye Qiu.

“There’s another identity of Ye Qiu you might not know,” the War God said. “He’s the Supreme Leader’s grandson-in-law. Do you still want to kill him?”

Hm?

Long Qi’s brow arched, his face showing doubt.

The guests were puzzled too.

“Elder Tang’s granddaughter is married?”

“I haven’t heard anything about that!”

“We’d know if something this big happened. It seems the War God’s starting to lie to protect Ye Qiu.”

Ye Qiu stared at the War God in disbelief, thinking, This old guy’s spouting nonsense. Since when do I have a fiancée?

Bai Yujing shouted sharply, “War God, what kind of joke is this? When did Elder Tang’s granddaughter get married?”

The War God replied, “Elder Tang’s granddaughter isn’t married yet, but Elder Tang has told me Ye Qiu is her fiancé. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Elder Tang yourself.”

Bai Yujing’s face turned ashen instantly. A figure like Elder Tang wasn’t someone he could just question.

Not even General Bai would dare casually pry into Elder Tang’s affairs.

Did he think those in power were mere decorations?

In the past, Elder Tang would’ve been akin to an emperor. Meddling in an imperial family’s private matters was a death wish.

“He’s just a fiancé, not yet married, so he doesn’t count as Elder Tang’s grandson-in-law,” Long Qi said. “Today’s chaos was all stirred up by this kid. He’s clearly no saint. Killing him might even earn Elder Tang’s gratitude.”

“If Elder Tang’s displeased, I can promise to personally find him a satisfactory grandson-in-law until he’s happy.”

Long Qi shifted his tone. “Ye Wudi must die today too.”

“He’s disregarded the Forbidden City’s dignity and killed my Ninth Brother—utterly outrageous. If I don’t kill him, how can my Ninth Brother’s spirit rest in peace?”

“If I don’t kill him, where does the Forbidden City’s honour stand?”

“If I don’t kill him, how can I quench the hatred in my heart?”

The War God said gravely, “So, there’s no room for negotiation?”

“What’s there to negotiate? Ye Wudi and that kid must die today!” Long Qi’s stance was unyielding.

The War God wanted to protect them; Long Qi wanted them dead. Neither would budge.

Suddenly, the atmosphere grew tense.

After a thirty-second standoff.

A colossal aura erupted from the War God, like a tiger awakening from slumber, exuding a majestic ferocity as he declared:

“Since that’s the case, let’s be blunt. I’ll lay it out here.”

“Today, whether it’s Ye Qiu, Ye Wudi, or anyone else, you won’t kill a single one.”

“If you dare touch them, I’ll wipe out your Forbidden City.”

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“Wipe out our Forbidden City?”

Upon hearing this, Long Qi froze for a moment before bursting into laughter, as if he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.

A moment later, his laughter abruptly stopped.

“Such bold words! I’ve lived this long, and this is the first time I’ve heard something so arrogant.”

“War God, it’s not that I look down on you. Even if you weren’t a cripple, you couldn’t destroy our Forbidden City.”

“If the Forbidden City could be so easily eradicated, how could it have stood for over a century?”

“War God, for you to say something so naive, I think you’ve truly gone senile.”

The guests also found the War God’s statement outrageously bold.

“The Forbidden City is so powerful that even past leaders couldn’t do anything about them. How could the War God possibly wipe them out?”

“Though the War God is a towering pillar in the military, at the end of the day, he’s just an ordinary man.”

“Exactly. The War God’s words are a bit too wild. Even past leaders didn’t dare offend the Forbidden City to death.”

“Don’t forget, aside from the Seventh and Eighth Lords, there are still six super experts from the Forbidden City who haven’t shown up.”

“Even if the War God called out every member of Hades Hall, he wouldn’t be a match for the Seventh Lord.”

Old Master Pei cast a deep glance at the War God.

He knew the War God well. The War God never fought unprepared battles. If he dared say such a thing, he must have something up his sleeve.

Sure enough.

The War God chuckled and said, “Long Qi, you seem to have forgotten my身份.”

“Aren’t you just the commander of Hades Hall?” Long Qi scoffed. “In the eyes of ordinary people, you’re some lofty military bigshot, but to me, you’re nothing more than a commoner.”

“To be blunt, I could crush you easier than squashing an ant.”

“Believe it or not, if I killed you right here, even the Supreme Leader, Elder Tang, couldn’t touch me.”

The War God showed no trace of fear on his face and smiled, “True, I’m a cripple. Killing me would be a piece of cake for you.”

“But as you said, I’m the commander of Hades Hall.”

“As a commander coming here to stop you from killing, how could I not have made some arrangements?”

Long Qi’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

The War God declared loudly, “Before I came, I ordered nuclear missiles to be aimed at the Forbidden City. If you dare kill a single person, the Forbidden City will be razed to the ground in an instant.”

Long Qi’s heart jolted. He hadn’t expected the War God to be so ruthless, though he didn’t let it show on his face.

“War God, my brothers are all super experts. Your people might not even get the chance to launch those missiles before they’re dead.”

“Besides, the capital is the Emperor’s domain, and the Forbidden City sits right at its heart. If you launch nuclear missiles at it, you’ll inevitably harm the surrounding civilians and ancient relics. Can you bear that consequence?”

“Aren’t you afraid of becoming a sinner?”

Long Qi barked sharply.

The War God smiled faintly and said in a clear voice, “No matter how skilled you are, you’re still flesh and blood. I don’t believe you can withstand a nuclear strike.”

“Besides, I have no children, no family, nothing to tie me down. What’s it to me if I become a sinner?”

“For years, your Forbidden City has been arrogant, domineering, and lawless. If I can wipe you out single-handedly, it’d be a service to the people.”

“Long Qi, if you insist on killing, then let’s all go down together.”

A ruthless glint appeared on the War God’s face as he continued, “Not only have I ordered missiles aimed at the Forbidden City, but this place is also locked on by nukes. If you don’t believe me, look up.”

Long Qi snapped his head upward.

The guests all turned their eyes to the sky.

Soon, a deafening roar echoed through the air, and a fleet of military jets appeared in their line of sight.

One, two, three, four…

Sixteen jets in total.

The aircraft streaked across the sky, their presence majestic.

Flying at a deliberately slow speed and low altitude, it was clear that each jet carried warheads.

Long Qi’s face changed completely.

The guests erupted into panic, some of the more timid ones already sobbing quietly.

If Long Qi insisted on killing Ye Qiu and Ye Wudi, everyone present would die.

They’d come to attend a wedding, only to find their lives now hanging by a thread.

Even Old Master Pei, who’d been calmly observing, couldn’t stay composed any longer. He spoke up, “War God, isn’t this going too far? You may be the supreme commander of Hades Hall, but deploying nuclear missiles without authorisation—isn’t that misuse of public power?”

The War God chuckled, “How do you know it’s misuse of public power?”

Old Master Pei’s heart skipped a beat.

If it wasn’t misuse, didn’t that mean this was Elder Tang’s order?

Old Master Pei shut his mouth immediately.

The War God addressed the guests, “This situation wasn’t my intention. If you don’t want to die, convince Long Qi to stand down.”

“If he insists on going through with it and won’t relent, don’t blame me—blame Long Qi.”

“That’s all I have to say.”

At once, the guests began pleading:

“Seventh Lord, we don’t want to die! Please show mercy!”

“A fight to the death benefits no one, Seventh Lord. Take a step back!”

“Seventh Lord, our lives are in your hands now. Please stop!”

Long Qi’s expression remained cold.

Truth be told, he didn’t care about these guests’ lives. What he cared about was the Forbidden City.

His brothers were all in seclusion. If nuclear missiles struck, it would be a catastrophic disaster for the Forbidden City.

What should he do?

Long Qi wavered.

Long Ba whispered beside him, “Seventh Brother, that bastard War God is clearly set on opposing us to the end. If we insist on killing Ye Qiu and Ye Wudi, he’ll go all out against us.”

“The War God has no family, nothing to lose. Push him too far, and he’s capable of anything.”

“How about we let them off for today?”

“We only need a year—less than that, even—and our brothers will emerge from seclusion. Then we can settle the score with them, including that bastard War God.”

“By then, Big Brother’s cultivation will have taken a critical step forward, and no one will stand in our way.”

“If Elder Tang dares interfere, we’ll take him down too.”

“And if we go for mutual destruction now, these guests will die. Their families will pin this blood debt on us, and the Forbidden City will be reviled by all. It’s not worth it.”

Long Qi said, “I know all this, but if we don’t kill them today, we’ll have to wait until Big Brother comes out of seclusion to deal with them. That’s six months at least, a year at most. Thinking of them living that long makes me sick.”

“Seventh Brother, a small sacrifice now prevents a greater ruin later.”

Long Qi seemed to consider something, then bellowed, “War God, take them and get out!”

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Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Since Long Qi had said those words, it meant that today’s farce was finally over.

However, the War God didn’t leave.

“Bai Yujing, since you’re a disciple of the Forbidden City, you no longer need to return to the Underworld Palace.”

“War God, what do you mean?”

“You’re expelled!”

Bai Yujing’s face instantly filled with resentment and unwillingness. “War God, I’ve made plenty of contributions to the Underworld Palace. Expelling me like this—isn’t that too heartless?”

“Heartless? Think what you want. I call the shots in the Underworld Palace.”

Bai Yujing’s expression twisted into something ferocious as he spat venomously, “War God, one day, you’ll regret this decision.”

“Let’s go.” The War God couldn’t be bothered to spare Bai Yujing another glance.

Bai Yujing clenched his fists tightly, his eyes brimming with malice, before quietly giving the butler a signal.

The butler understood, pulled out his phone, and sent a message.

Tang Fei and Long Ye quickly supported the unconscious Elder Longmei and headed outside.

Ye Wudi also helped Master Du’e to his feet.

Bai Bing hurried forward to assist Ye Qiu.

At that moment, Ye Qiu was extremely weak. After using the Grass Sword Technique twice in a row, his strength had been completely drained. He could barely stand, let alone walk.

“Are you okay?” Bai Bing’s beautiful eyes were filled with concern.

“I’m fine. I’ll recover after some rest.” Ye Qiu smiled and said, “Sister Bing, let’s go.”

“Mm.” Bai Bing nodded, supporting Ye Qiu as they resolutely stepped out of the Bai family’s gate without so much as a backward glance.

This home was no longer worth her attachment.

As Ye Qiu left the Bai residence and was about to get into the car, he suddenly heard someone call his name.

“Ye Qiu!”

Turning his head, he was stunned. The one calling him was none other than his ex-girlfriend, Zhang Lili.

It had been a while since they last met. Zhang Lili had not only lost weight but also had dark circles under her eyes, looking utterly haggard.

Wearing a long-sleeved dress, Zhang Lili stood a short distance away, timidly gazing at Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu initially had no intention of acknowledging her, but seeing her worn-out appearance softened his heart. He asked, “Why are you here?”

“I was passing by,” Zhang Lili said. Seeing Ye Qiu speak to her, her expression brightened. She quickly stepped forward and said, “After leaving Jiangzhou, I came to the capital and started working at a real estate company. I thought I saw you just now, so I called out—and it really is you.”

“Vice Dean Bai, hello.”

Zhang Lili greeted Bai Bing, then asked Ye Qiu, “When did you arrive in the capital?”

“Yesterday,” Ye Qiu replied. “Do you have something else to say? If not…”

“I do.” Seeing Ye Qiu about to leave, Zhang Lili hurriedly stopped him. “Ye Qiu, do you have time? I’d like to treat you to coffee. There’s something I want to say to you.”

“Just say it here,” Bai Bing said coldly.

Zhang Lili glanced at Bai Bing, then took a step back and bowed deeply to Ye Qiu.

“I’m sorry, Ye Qiu. It was all my fault before. I hurt you.”

“Ever since I came to the capital, I’ve been reflecting. I wanted to find a chance to apologize to you in person.”

“It was all my fault back then. I couldn’t tell right from wrong, I was vain, I didn’t cherish you, and I lost you. It was me…”

As Zhang Lili spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. She paused, then said, “Ye Qiu, I’m leaving the capital.”

“Where to?” Ye Qiu asked.

“I’m going abroad. I’ve already bought the ticket—my flight’s the day after tomorrow.”

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but feel a pang of melancholy.

He knew Zhang Lili’s situation. If she went abroad, alone and without support, life would surely be tough for her.

“Being able to see you before I leave and apologize to you in person—it’s really great.”

Zhang Lili forced a smile onto her face and said, “Ye Qiu, before I go, I have a request. Will you grant it?”

Ye Qiu looked at her with curiosity.

“Can I hug you?” Zhang Lili asked, then watched him anxiously.

Ye Qiu was about to refuse when Zhang Lili stepped forward and embraced him.

The next second, “Bang! Bang! Bang!”—three consecutive gunshots rang out.

Tang Fei and Ye Wudi, who had already gotten into the car, leapt out the moment they heard the shots.

Ye Wudi kicked Zhang Lili away with one swift motion.

“Are you alright?” Ye Wudi asked, glancing at Ye Qiu. He saw that Ye Qiu had been shot in the abdomen, blood seeping from the wound.

“I’m fine,” Ye Qiu said, his face pale. The intense pain left his forehead covered in cold sweat.

At that moment, Zhang Lili aimed her gun at Bai Bing.

“You wretch, die with him!”

Just as Zhang Lili was about to pull the trigger, Tang Fei snatched the gun from her hand and pressed it against her forehead.

Coming to her senses, Bai Bing furiously shouted, “Zhang Lili, how could you do this to Ye Qiu? Back in Jiangzhou, if he hadn’t spared you, you’d be dead already. Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?”

“Hmph, it would’ve been better if he’d killed me back then. Then I wouldn’t have come to the capital.”

“Do you know what I’ve been doing here? I’ve been working at a club, entertaining clients.”

“Those men beat me, humiliated me, tortured me—and it’s all because of Ye Qiu.”

“And Ye Qiu? He’s just a bastard, yet he lives well, eats well, and is respected and feared wherever he goes. Why should he?”

Zhang Lili looked at Ye Qiu and laughed, “You never dreamed you’d die by my hand one day, did you?”

“This is retribution, hahaha…”

Laughing hysterically, Zhang Lili continued, “From the day I left Jiangzhou, I swore that one day, I’d kill you.”

“And today, I did it.”

“Heaven really has eyes, hahaha…”

Ye Qiu pressed a hand to his abdomen, staring coldly at Zhang Lili. “Sister Lin once told me, ‘If you don’t pull the weed out by the roots, it’ll grow back in the spring.’ I regret not listening to her, not being ruthless enough. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have lived to see this day.”

Clang!

Ye Qiu drew the Emperor Sword, intending to kill Zhang Lili. But he had no strength left. Having been shot three times, he nearly collapsed the moment he unsheathed the blade. Thankfully, Bai Bing and Ye Wudi caught him.

“Ye Qiu, let me handle this!” Tang Fei said. Turning to Zhang Lili, he declared, “Ye Qiu is a member of the Underworld Palace, a warrior of the nation, a first-class hero. You dared to shoot him—an unforgivable crime. By military law, it’s a death sentence.”

Bang!

As soon as Tang Fei finished speaking, he pulled the trigger.

Zhang Lili was shot in the head and collapsed into a pool of blood.

Even in death, her face bore a satisfied smile, as if she was delighted to have killed Ye Qiu.

“Get Ye Qiu into the car—” Before Tang Fei could finish, Ye Qiu groaned in pain and fell unconscious.

“Quick, to the hospital!”

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Bai Family.

The butler hurried in from outside, his face beaming with joy as he said to Bai Yujing, “It worked.”

Bai Yujing’s eyes lit up. “Is Ye Qiu dead?”

“It’s not clear yet. He was hit by three bullets, and Tang Fei took him to the hospital. But from the looks of it, that kid probably won’t make it.”

“Excellent.” A sinister smile of triumph crept across Bai Yujing’s gloomy face.

That’s right—Zhang Lili was his doing.

The moment he learned that Bai Bing liked Ye Qiu, he investigated Ye Qiu’s background and, naturally, came across Zhang Lili.

Coincidentally, Zhang Lili had just arrived in the capital at that time, looking for work.

Bai Yujing pulled some strings to ensure Zhang Lili faced rejection after rejection in her job search. After repeated setbacks, she went to a bar to drown her sorrows.

There, she met Bai Yujing.

Bai Yujing was handsome and generous, immediately catching the eye of the vain Zhang Lili.

She tried every trick to strike up a conversation with him, and to her delight, Bai Yujing seemed to take a liking to her.

That same night, Zhang Lili left with him.

She thought that by latching onto Bai Yujing, she’d get her big break. Little did she know, he didn’t take her home or to a hotel that night—he brought her to a club and forced her to entertain clients.

That’s when the nightmare began.

The clients beat her, insulted her, burned her with cigarette butts, and tormented her.

And from time to time, she’d overhear snippets about Ye Qiu from these clients—how he’d defeated the Korean medical delegation, how he’d become wealthy, how well he was doing…

The examples were endless.

Thinking of her own suffering and Ye Qiu’s glamorous life fueled Zhang Lili’s hatred toward him.

She blamed him for everything. If he hadn’t driven her out of Jiangzhou, she wouldn’t have ended up like this. She wanted revenge—she wanted to kill Ye Qiu.

Finally, one day, an old man rescued her from the club.

That old man was none other than the Bai family’s butler.

Zhang Lili was overwhelmed with gratitude for the butler’s “rescue,” unaware that it was all orchestrated by Bai Yujing to use her as a pawn to deliver an unexpected, fatal blow to Ye Qiu.

That morning, the butler met with Zhang Lili, revealed Ye Qiu’s whereabouts, and left her a gun.

Otherwise, how could a nobody like Zhang Lili show up outside the heavily guarded Bai family villa?

“What about that woman?” Bai Yujing asked.

“She’s dead. Tang Fei executed her on the spot.”

Bai Yujing had clearly anticipated this outcome. “Dead is dead. She was a foolish woman anyway—no value left.”

“Young Master, what should we do with her body?” the butler asked.

“Do I need to teach you how to handle this?” Bai Yujing shot the butler an irritated glance.

The butler immediately understood and nodded. “I get it.”

Just then, the guests began bidding their farewells.

Soon, the Bai household was left with only Bai Yujing, Long Qi, Long Ba, the body of Long Jiu on the ground, and the bodyguards Ye Qiu had crippled.

“Butler, clean this place up.”

After giving the butler his orders, Bai Yujing personally picked up Long Jiu’s body and carried it into the hall.

He gently placed Long Jiu’s body in the center of the room, knelt down, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

“Master, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault that you ended up like this. Rest assured, I will avenge you.”

Bai Yujing clenched his fists tightly, overwhelmed by grief and rage.

Long Qi and Long Ba stood solemnly, their gazes fixed on the shocking sword wound on Long Jiu’s throat, their faces radiating murderous intent.

“Old Jiu, rest in peace. Today’s grudge is irreconcilable—we won’t let it end like this.”

“Once Big Brother comes out of seclusion, I’ll personally slaughter Ye Wudi to honor your spirit.”

“And the Ye family—I won’t let them off either.”

Long Ba said in a low voice.

The Ye family!

Hearing those words, Long Qi asked, “Why did Ye Wudi kill Old Jiu?”

Long Ba replied, “On the surface, it looks like Ye Wudi was standing up for that kid, but that’s not the real reason. He was avenging Ye Wushuang.”

Ye Wushuang!

A cold glint flashed in Long Qi’s eyes as he asked, “Has Ye Wudi found evidence?”

“Not yet,” Long Ba said. “He only suspects that we were behind what happened to Ye Wushuang back then.”

“But he’s convinced it was us.”

“Brother Qi, I think this is a bad sign. Why don’t we find a chance to kill Ye Wudi?”

Long Qi glared at him. “Idiot! If I hadn’t come out of seclusion in time today, Ye Wudi would’ve killed you. And you still want to go after him? Are you looking to die?”

“Besides, the Ye family has Shadow—a figure whose skills are unfathomable. Even I’m not confident I could take him on.”

“And now everyone knows Ye Wudi has a grudge with our Forbidden City. If he dies, everyone will know it was us.”

“Ye Wudi is Old Tang’s personal bodyguard. Killing him is tantamount to challenging Old Tang.”

“While I’m not afraid of Old Tang, Big Brother and the others haven’t come out of seclusion yet. Provoking Old Tang now wouldn’t be wise.”

Long Ba frowned, puzzled. “Brother Qi, if you understood all this earlier, why were you so insistent on killing Ye Wudi before?”

“That was to protect the Forbidden City’s reputation!” Long Qi snapped. “In front of everyone, Ye Wudi killed Old Jiu—that was a direct challenge to us. If I didn’t kill him, where would our honor be?”

“If that bastard War God hadn’t shown up, I’d have slaughtered Ye Wudi myself, even if it meant offending Old Tang.”

Long Qi spat bitterly.

After a pause, he continued, “They’re just grasshoppers after the autumn—let them live a little longer. We’ll deal with them once Big Brother comes out of seclusion.”

“Got it.”

Long Ba nodded, though inwardly he swore, *Ye Wudi, you bastard, humiliating me in public—you just wait. I won’t let you off.*

Then, Long Qi’s gaze fell on Bai Yujing. “You’ve been expelled from the Underworld Palace by the War God. What are your plans now?”

Bai Yujing replied, “I have no other plans. I just want to avenge my master.”

A hint of approval flickered in Long Qi’s eyes. “You still know to avenge your master—it seems Old Jiu didn’t misjudge you.”

“But you don’t know martial arts. Seeking revenge will only put you in danger.”

“Old Jiu was one of us from the Forbidden City, so we’ll handle his revenge. You don’t need to get involved. Focus on your own future instead!”

Future?

Bai Yujing gave a bitter laugh.

*Do I even have a future?*

He had planned to spend a few years in the Underworld Palace, climbing the ranks, building his power base, and eventually taking control of it to seize greater ambitions.

But he never imagined the War God would be so decisive, expelling him outright.

This didn’t just cost him a job—it completely derailed his plans.

“Find something respectable to do and work hard at it,” Long Qi said before turning to Long Ba. “Take Old Jiu. We’re heading back.”

“Alright.”

Long Ba picked up Long Jiu’s body, and together with Long Qi, they left the Bai residence.

Once outside, Long Ba couldn’t help but ask, “Brother Qi, Bai Yujing is Old Jiu’s disciple. Are we really going to leave him be?”

“He doesn’t know martial arts, so bringing him back to the Forbidden City would be pointless. But since he’s Old Jiu’s disciple, you should look out for him in the future. Don’t let anyone bully him.”

“Understood.”

Long Qi suddenly stopped in his tracks and asked, “Old Ba, haven’t you noticed? Ye Qiu resembles someone.”

“Who?”

“Ye Wushuang!”

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When Ye Qiu opened his eyes, the room was very dark.

He caught a faint fragrance, like milk, and instantly recognized it as Bai Bing’s scent.

Turning his head, he saw Bai Bing lying by the bedside, asleep, her cheek resting on his hand.

Ye Qiu gently moved, trying to pull his hand free, but accidentally woke her.

“Ye Qiu, you’re awake?”

Bai Bing’s face lit up with joy when she saw him regain consciousness.

“Mm,” Ye Qiu hummed in response, asking, “Where am I?”

“The ward of 301 Hospital,” Bai Bing said with a smile. “How do you feel?”

“Much better.”

Ye Qiu was a little surprised.

301 Hospital was a military facility that only admitted patients of general rank or higher. He hadn’t expected to be admitted here.

Bai Bing seemed to read his thoughts and explained, “The War God made arrangements with the hospital.”

So it was the War God’s doing—no wonder.

Bai Bing added, “I never thought Zhang Lili could be so ruthless as to shoot you. Fortunately, none of those three bullets hit vital spots, or you’d have been in real danger.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got luck on my side. I won’t die that easily,” Ye Qiu said with a smile.

He knew Zhang Lili’s attack succeeded not just because he’d let his guard down—someone had deliberately set it up.

How else could an ordinary person like Zhang Lili appear outside the heavily guarded Bai family residence?

Forget a top-tier villa district like the Bai family’s—even in a regular gated community, random outsiders couldn’t just waltz in.

Not to mention, the area around the Bai residence housed other important figures, making security even tighter.

On top of that, Zhang Lili’s timing was impeccable.

After Ye Qiu used the Grass Sword Technique twice, his strength was completely drained, leaving him so weak he could barely stand. That’s how she managed to get the drop on him.

Normally, if he activated the Nine Transformations Dragon Technique, his body would become as tough as iron, impervious to bullets.

But Zhang Lili not only showed up outside the Bai residence at the perfect moment—she also fired at the exact right time. What did that mean?

It meant someone had meticulously planned it all.

And who was that person?

The answer was obvious—Bai Yujing!

Still, this incident taught Ye Qiu a valuable lesson: in the future, he needed to be ruthless with his enemies and show no mercy.

“Sister Bing, I’m sorry for making you worry,” Ye Qiu said apologetically.

“As long as you’re okay, that’s what matters… Oh, right, the War God instructed me to call him as soon as you woke up.”

Bai Bing pulled out her phone to make the call, but just then, the ward door opened.

Ye Wudi pushed the War God in from outside.

The War God frowned slightly and said, “Why’s it so dark in here?”

“I didn’t want to disturb Ye Qiu’s rest, so I drew the curtains,” Bai Bing explained, quickly standing up to pull back the thick drapes and open the window.

Sunlight poured in, and fresh air rushed through the room.

Ye Qiu immediately felt refreshed.

“You’re awake? How do you feel?” the War God asked with a cheerful smile.

“Much better,” Ye Qiu replied, attempting to sit up. But Ye Wudi barked at him.

“You’re injured—rest properly. Why are you trying to show off?”

Ye Qiu glanced at Ye Wudi. Though the man wore a stern expression, his eyes were filled with concern.

Ye Qiu lay back down.

“Sister Bing, how long was I out?” Ye Qiu asked.

Before Bai Bing could answer, the War God chuckled, “You were unconscious for two days and two nights. Little Bai was worried sick about you—she even personally performed the surgery to remove the bullets.”

“Compared to what Ye Qiu’s done, what I did was nothing,” Bai Bing said modestly. “Ye Qiu, keep the commander company. I’ll go to the cafeteria to get you some porridge.”

“Mm,” Ye Qiu nodded.

As soon as Bai Bing left, Ye Wudi grumbled, “I told you not to mess around with women. This time you nearly lost your life. Learned your lesson yet?”

“Are you worried about me?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Hmph.” Ye Wudi let out a cold snort and turned his head away.

The War God’s smile faded as he said, “Ye Qiu, you did well this time.”

“Of course. I was just following your orders,” Ye Qiu replied with a grin.

That night, the War God and Ye Qiu had a half-hour private discussion in a room, all centered on one thing: confirming whether Bai Yujing was connected to the Forbidden City.

The Forbidden City was a unique entity, and the War God wouldn’t tolerate anyone linked to it remaining in the Underworld Palace.

In truth, the War God had long suspected Bai Yujing’s ties to the Forbidden City but lacked evidence. So when he learned Ye Qiu was heading to the Bai family to “steal the bride,” he decided to turn the situation to his advantage.

Ye Qiu didn’t disappoint, ultimately forcing Long Jiu out into the open.

“War God, was he part of your plan too?” Ye Qiu asked, pointing at Ye Wudi.

“Yes,” the War God nodded slightly.

“So killing Long Jiu was something you’d planned all along?”

“No, Wudi’s appearance had one purpose: to save you.”

“Then why did he kill Long Jiu?” Ye Qiu asked, puzzled.

Ye Wudi answered, “I’ve long had enough of those Forbidden City bastards. Since I ran into one, I figured I’d just kill him.”

Alright, you’re badass.

“Though Wudi killing Long Jiu wasn’t part of my plan, it unexpectedly forced Long Ba and Long Qi out too,” the War God said. “The nine old fogeys of the Forbidden City have been in seclusion for decades. I thought only Long Jiu had emerged, but it turns out Long Ba and Long Qi did too.”

Ye Qiu said gratefully, “Good thing you showed up in time and set up the nuke, or I’d be a goner.”

The War God smiled faintly. “I forgot to tell you—I didn’t actually deploy a nuke.”

Huh?

Ye Qiu’s face froze in shock.

The War God explained, “A nuclear bomb is a national asset, only used when the country’s security faces a severe threat.”

“Besides, nukes are classified. Before deployment, there’d need to be a meeting and a final order from Old Tang himself. I don’t have the authority to launch one.”

Ye Qiu asked, “So when you were at the Bai residence, you were bluffing?”

“Exactly.”

“What about the sixteen fighter jets? I clearly saw warheads mounted on them.”

The War God replied, “The jets were real, but those warheads? Models.”

“Models?” Ye Qiu blinked, then said seriously, “War God, that’s not a funny joke.”

“I’m not joking. They were models,” the War God said. “They’re made to look identical to real warheads. We’ve got hundreds of them at the Underworld Palace base. Plus, at that altitude, who could tell if they were real or fake? It was enough to fool them.”

Ye Qiu was a bit annoyed. “There were plenty of big shots among the guests. Weren’t you worried they wouldn’t buy it?”

The War God said, “If it were just me, they might not have. But Wudi was there too.”

“Wudi is Old Tang’s personal bodyguard. When he killed Long Jiu, the guests would naturally assume he was acting on Old Tang’s orders.”

“So when I mentioned the nuke, they didn’t doubt it for a second—they’d think it was Old Tang’s will too.”

Ye Qiu asked, “Weren’t you worried Long Qi would go all out and fight to the death?”

“Of course I was, but I bet he wouldn’t,” the War God said with a smile. “Long Qi knows he can’t take us down alone. He’ll wait for his brothers to come out of seclusion before settling the score.”

Damn, this old fox had everyone figured out—even the enemy’s mindset.

What a sly bastard!

Ye Qiu cursed inwardly before saying, “War God, I’ve always been curious—what exactly is the Forbidden City?”

“Aren’t they just some faction?”

“Why don’t they take you or Old Tang seriously?”

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When Ye Qiu asked about the Forbidden City, the War God let out a long sigh.

“The Forbidden City is a unique entity. Their development to this point has historical reasons, as well as other factors. In short, it’s hard to explain in just a few words.”

“They may be just a faction, but they’re undoubtedly the most powerful one.”

“The Forbidden City acts arrogantly and doesn’t regard secular authority because they have the strength to back it up… Forget it, I won’t say more, lest it troubles you unnecessarily.”

The War God continued, “Aside from Long Qi and Long Ba, the others in the Forbidden City are in seclusion. It could be three to five years, or as little as one or two, but those old bastards will eventually emerge.”

“Once they do, they’ll surely seek revenge for Long Jiu’s death.”

“So, Ye Qiu, you need to do everything you can to improve your strength as quickly as possible. Aim to at least have the ability to protect yourself when those old fogeys from the Forbidden City come out.”

Ye Qiu, unfamiliar with the Forbidden City’s power, asked, “What counts as being able to protect myself?”

“At the very least, you’d need to fight me to a draw,” Ye Wudi said.

Ye Qiu’s face immediately crumpled into a bitter expression.

Ye Wudi had trained for decades to reach his current level. To match him in just three to five years—wasn’t that a pipe dream?

“War God, do you know what I want to do right now?”

“What?”

Ye Qiu said, “I just want to lie flat.”

“You punk!” Ye Wudi roared, scolding him. “Young people today must never utter the words ‘lie flat.’ You should have an upward spirit, a willingness to take responsibility.”

“Do you even know what responsibility means?”

“When danger looms, some brave fire and flood; when the nation is in peril, some serve with utmost loyalty; when entrusted with a heavy burden, some exhaust themselves for the cause; when injustice is seen, some let out a righteous shout.”

“Even if you’re just an ordinary person, you can’t just drift along, face life passively, or settle for mediocrity. You’re a man—men should hold up the sky with their own hands.”

“Not to mention, you’re no ordinary person. You still have…”

Ye Wudi stopped mid-sentence.

“Have what?” Ye Qiu looked at Ye Wudi with a playful smile.

“You—you still have a heart full of passion. As a warrior of the Underworld Palace, you should take on responsibility, strive to become an elite of the nation, a pillar of the state!”

Tch!

Ye Qiu smirked.

He knew Ye Wudi had meant to say, *You still have the blood of the Ye family flowing in you*, but at the critical moment, he held back.

“Ye Qiu, I know this puts a lot of pressure on you, but you still need to face it head-on and work hard to improve your strength. Every bit of power you gain increases your chances of survival.”

“When those old guys from the Forbidden City emerge, it’ll be a fight to the death.”

“Whether you live or die then will depend on fate.”

The War God’s aged face was etched with worry. Clearly, the Forbidden City weighed heavily on him too.

Ye Qiu wanted to ask more, but seeing the War God’s reluctance to elaborate on the Forbidden City, he decided not to bother.

“Ye Qiu, your injuries haven’t fully healed yet. Rest well. Wudi and I are heading back.”

The War God gave Ye Wudi a look.

Ye Wudi understood, pushing the War God toward the door. Just as he opened it, Ye Qiu’s voice rang out behind him.

“Third Uncle, thank you!”

Ye Wudi froze, his body stiffening.

The words “Third Uncle” pierced his heart like a needle.

In an instant, tears welled up in Ye Wudi’s eyes.

“Wudi, stay and talk with Ye Qiu. I’ll wait outside,” the War God said before wheeling himself out of the room.

Ye Wudi’s straight back slumped slightly. He wiped the tears from his eyes, then turned around with a stern face to look at Ye Qiu. “You know your origins?”

“Of course.”

Ye Wudi asked, “Who told you? The War God?”

“Not the War God. My mother.”

A trace of warmth flickered in Ye Wudi’s eyes as he sat by the bed. “How’s your mother, Jinglan, doing?”

“Mom’s doing well. Third Uncle, when did you find out about my identity?” Ye Qiu asked curiously.

“I only found out a couple of days ago,” Ye Wudi said. “The old man told me you were in trouble, so he ordered me to rush back.”

Old Man Ye?

Ye Qiu’s gaze turned cold. “The old man knew I was in Jiangzhou this whole time?”

“Yes,” Ye Wudi nodded slightly.

“Third Uncle, there’s something that’s been bothering me for a long time. When my father was surrounded and attacked back then, why didn’t the old man save him? Why didn’t any of you step in to help?”

This question had been festering in Ye Qiu’s heart for years.

“It’s not that the old man didn’t want to save your father. In fact, he and all of us were ready to stand by him and fight those people to the death. But your father stopped him and forbade us from intervening.”

“Your father said the Ye family’s current glory wasn’t easy to achieve—it was the old man’s decades of hard work. He didn’t want the family to be destroyed because of him.”

“Plus, he was worried about you and your mother’s safety.”

“He said he could die, but you two couldn’t. The last thing he asked the old man was to take care of you and your mother, to keep you safe for life.”

“After that incident, your father and you both disappeared. I’ve been secretly searching for you all these years, but I never found a single clue.”

“It was only a couple of days ago that the old man told me he’d sent people to secretly escort you when you left the capital.”

“He’s kept tabs on every detail of your life in Jiangzhou over the years.”

“He’s always cared deeply about you and your mother.”

Ye Qiu’s expression remained icy. “If he cared so much, why didn’t he help us when we were struggling back then?”

“The old man once arranged for Shadow to deliver a bank card to your mother with enough money to last a lifetime, but she refused it.”

Ye Wudi continued, “The old man’s kept your situation under wraps. If you hadn’t run into trouble this time, he wouldn’t have told me who you are.”

“He wanted you to live as an ordinary person, to have a peaceful life free of these conflicts. But things didn’t go as he hoped.”

“When he heard you were injured, he was very worried, but he couldn’t come to the hospital to see you.”

“Every move the old man makes is watched closely. If he visited, those with ulterior motives would surely guess your identity.”

“But I’m different. To outsiders, I’m first Old Tang’s bodyguard, and only then the third son of the Ye family.”

Ye Wudi added, “Back then, your father killed too many people—people from the major families in the capital. Some of them are still alive, and even if the ones he killed are gone, their families remain. If they found out you’re his blood, they wouldn’t show you any mercy.”

Hmph, they wouldn’t show me mercy? Have they ever asked if I’d spare them?

Ye Qiu snorted coldly and asked, “Third Uncle, why did they kill my father back then? Was it because I’m some ‘calamity star’?”

Ye Wudi cursed, “What bullshit calamity star? That’s just an excuse.”

“They killed your father because of a treasure map.”

“That treasure map was what brought disaster down on him!”

Miracle Doctor Chapter 510

Treasure map!

Hearing those words, Ye Qiu’s heart jolted. He immediately thought of the treasure map the ghost servant had given him.

At this very moment, he still carried half of that map, which he’d obtained from the tomb of an unnamed master in the northwest.

Ye Qiu asked, “Third Uncle, what exactly does that treasure map lead to? Why did it bring such disaster upon my father?”

Ye Wudi shook his head. “I don’t know. All I heard from your father was that the map concerns a world-shaking secret.”

A world-shaking secret?

Ye Qiu was even more stunned. From the moment the ghost servant handed him the incomplete map, he’d sensed its extraordinary nature. But he never imagined it was the very thing that led to Ye Wushuang being surrounded and killed.

“The one who first called you a ‘calamity star’ was the capital’s divine fortune-teller, Zhuge Qing, known for his ironclad predictions.”

“But Zhuge Qing, at the end of the day, is just a fortune-teller. No matter how famous he is, he wouldn’t have the guts to challenge your father on his own.”

“So, there must have been someone behind Zhuge Qing.”

“I suspect the one pulling his strings came from the Forbidden City. The old man and I have been investigating in secret for years, but we’ve never found solid evidence.”

Ye Wudi continued, “None of that matters now. What’s important is that you can’t reveal your identity until you have the strength to protect yourself.”

“Right now, only the old man, me, and Shadow know who you are. You must keep yourself safe.”

“As for that kid Bai Yujing, leave him alone for now. Don’t provoke Long Qi into acting again. He’s already been expelled from the Underworld Palace by the War God—he can’t stir up much trouble.”

Ye Wudi’s eyes filled with sorrow as he added, “All these years, there’s been no word from your father. We don’t even know if he’s alive or dead. Sigh…”

Seeing Ye Wudi’s grief, Ye Qiu quickly changed the subject. “Third Uncle, my mom told me you were jealous of my father? And Second Uncle didn’t like him either?”

“Of course I was jealous. You have no idea how incredible your father was. He was like a star in the sky, outshining everyone. If he were still alive, when you saw him again, you’d understand his brilliance.”

Ye Wudi’s eyes shone with deep admiration as he spoke.

“Especially that night when it all happened—your father, with one sword and clad in white, was unstoppable, like a god of war. He struck fear into his enemies’ hearts.”

“It’s a lifelong regret that I couldn’t fight alongside him.”

“Second Brother used to be a spoiled playboy, planning to coast through life. After your father’s incident, he turned over a new leaf and started a business.”

“Through years of effort, Second Brother amassed immense wealth and has long held the title of Huaguo’s richest man.”

“With the old man’s political influence, Second Brother’s wealth, and my martial prowess, that’s how the Ye family has managed to stand firm. Otherwise, those people and families your father killed back then would’ve come after us long ago.”

“Ye Qiu, I know you want to avenge your father. We do too. But this isn’t something to rush. The old man’s been planning for over twenty years—he doesn’t mind waiting a few more.”

“What you need to do now is build your strength.”

“Understand this: in the face of overwhelming power, all schemes and tricks become meaningless, and even the strongest foes crumble.”

Ye Wudi looked deeply at Ye Qiu and said, “Compared to your peers, you’re already exceptional.”

“Whether your father’s alive or not, I believe he’d be proud of you.”

“Ye Qiu, I have high hopes for you!”

“Thank you, Third Uncle,” Ye Qiu said gratefully.

Ye Wudi smiled. “I’ve given my phone number to Bai Bing. If you need me in the future, just call me directly. I’ve got some things to handle, so I’ll head out now.”

“Mm,” Ye Qiu nodded.

As Ye Wudi reached the door, he suddenly turned back and said, “Since ancient times, beauties have been a source of trouble. Stop flirting around—too many women bring headaches.”

“A hero’s spirit can be buried in tender affection. Don’t let women sap your fighting will.”

“Keep that in mind.”

“Got it,” Ye Qiu replied casually.

Though Ye Wudi always wore a stern face, once he started talking, he could ramble on.

“Good that you know,” Ye Wudi said, one foot already out the door. Then he turned back again. “Think about what the War God mentioned.”

“What thing?” Ye Qiu asked, confused.

“Becoming Old Tang’s grandson-in-law,” Ye Wudi said. “I’ve met Old Tang’s granddaughter—she’s beautiful and talented. You two would be a great match.”

Ye Qiu glared at Ye Wudi.

How could you even say that?

Didn’t you just tell me to avoid women? And now you’re setting me up with someone?

“The old man’s keen on making this match happen too. Give it some thought!” With that, Ye Wudi left.

Not long after, Bai Bing returned.

She carried a takeout box with plain porridge and smiled at Ye Qiu. “Your wounds haven’t healed yet, so you can only have liquids for now. Let me help you up to eat some porridge.”

Ye Qiu laughed, “No need to help—I can get up myself…”

“You’re not moving!” Bai Bing sternly interrupted. “What if your wounds tear open? I’ll help you.”

Like a gentle wife, Bai Bing carefully propped Ye Qiu up, placing two pillows behind his back before sitting by the bed to patiently feed him the porridge.

As Ye Qiu ate, his eyes stayed fixed on Bai Bing.

Feeling shy, Bai Bing asked, “Why are you staring at me?”

“You’re beautiful,” Ye Qiu said earnestly.

Bai Bing’s cheeks flushed, and she playfully scolded, “Smooth talker, full of sweet words.”

“I’m not just sweet-talking. I mean it from the heart,” Ye Qiu said softly. “Sister Bing, I missed you.”

Hearing those words, Bai Bing’s hand trembled, spilling porridge onto Ye Qiu’s clothes.

“I’ll wipe it off,” she said quickly, setting the bowl aside and grabbing a tissue to clean him up.

Ye Qiu caught her hand, his voice tender with concern. “Sister Bing, you’ve gotten thinner.”

“Have I?” Bai Bing smiled. “Don’t you men prefer thinner women?”

Ye Qiu shook his head. “I liked you the way you were… Sister Bing, are you still a 36D?”

Bai Bing’s face turned bright red. She shot him a look. “You’re shameless.”

By then, Ye Qiu had already reached out, aiming for a certain spot on her body.

Bai Bing swatted his hand away. “No fooling around—your injuries haven’t healed yet. Oh, right, Ye Qiu—did the War God and the others tell you about Elder Longmei?”

“That old geezer? Is he okay?” Ye Qiu asked.

Bai Bing’s expression grew heavy. She said in a low voice, “Elder Longmei’s condition is bad. I’m afraid he doesn’t have much time left.”