Ye Guichen rolled his eyes at Feng Wuji upon hearing his words, "Feng Wuji, I find that besides being like a leech, you have quite the gossiping potential."
Feng Wuji shamelessly grinned without a hint of embarrassment, "Benefactor, no, Master. In Yanjing, I’m known as the gossip prince, after all. A bit of curiosity is natural, right? Hehe, come on, tell me?"
Ye Guichen sat down on the sofa, "Oh, I don’t mind telling you if you want to listen, but there’s less than seventy hours left before your match with Su Jiu’er. It should be quite entertaining to see you beaten to a pulp with no dignity left as a man, don’t you think?"
"Master..." Feng Wuji’s smile turned into a look of disgust as though he had swallowed a fly at the mention of the match three days later. His desire for gossip vanished, and his face grew long, "Master, you gotta be kidding me. In three days, you want me to take down that girl Su Jiu’er? Impossible! Are you setting me up to lose on purpose?"
"Who said I was setting you up?" Ye Guichen replied impatiently, "If you listen to me, I guarantee you’ll defeat Su Jiu’er in three days."
"Master, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but this isn’t something that can be done with just a few words." Feng Wuji wasn’t the least bit excited, knowing full well that defeating Su Jiu’er was entirely impossible—unless the sun rose from the west, or unless the Grandmaster of the Heavenly God Temple intervened.
No, even if the Grandmaster himself intervened, it still wouldn’t be possible.
This is utterly nonsensical.
Ye Guichen didn’t bother to explain. He pulled out the canvas bag he had brought with him from the hills from under the bed.
Planning to reside here temporarily, Ye Guichen naturally brought his precious belongings.
After rummaging through for a while, Ye Guichen pulled out an item.
It was a red bottle, sealed with wax, looking no different from ordinary medicine bottles.
"Master, what’s this?" Feng Wuji hurriedly moved closer, ingratiatingly asking.
Although he didn’t know Ye Guichen’s true status as the Grandmaster, he knew he was a Divine Doctor.
After all, a few needles had cured his impotence. Who knew if he might have created some miraculous medicine to clear his meridians as well?
"This is the key to your victory." Ye Guichen shook the bottle in his hand, about to explain its use, but suddenly his ears twitched, his expression turned slightly grim, and he made a silent gesture towards Feng Wuji.
Feng Wuji was stunned, not understanding. He was about to ask a question when he noticed that the previously closed window was now open.
A gust of wind later, and a person appeared in the room.
The person was burly but had a covered face, concealing his appearance.
"Who are you?" Feng Wuji was startled.
The person appeared silently. Could he be here to assassinate him?
Feng Wuji brought numerous skilled guards from Yanjing to Yun City but felt there would be no danger, so he had them stay at the hotel.
If someone were here to kill him, he feared he wouldn’t survive even a minute.
"Who are you?" The intruder clearly didn’t expect another person in Ye Guichen’s room, his face darkened. After a brief pause, he said, "Hmph, it doesn’t matter who you are. Today I’m here to kill. Whether you or that kid Ye, both must die!"
Without further ado, he lifted his hand and lunged towards Feng Wuji.
Feng Wuji’s face turned pale with terror, "Master, run!"
Although Feng Wuji himself was not strong, he had seen many experts and was frequently surrounded by them.
As soon as the intruder moved, Feng Wuji realized he was up against a top-notch fighter.
Without time to think, Feng Wuji threw himself at the intruder, yelling, "Master, this guy’s tough, I’ll hold him off, you escape!"
Knowing he couldn’t win but still charging forward.
Ye Guichen was touched upon hearing this.
Though Feng Wuji was slick and shameless like a leech, his loyalty was sincere.
In a flash, the masked man had grabbed Feng Wuji’s chest.
With a gruesome sound, the intruder tore through Feng Wuji’s clothes at the chest, seemingly aiming to rip out his heart.
Feng Wuji was terrified beyond measure.
The fear of impending death washed over him.
In that instant, Feng Wuji grasped the masked man, ready to die together.
The masked man, not expecting Feng Wuji’s fearlessness, showed a trace of malice in his eyes, increasing the force in his hand, "Black Tiger Heart Grapple, die!"
His hand changed form, five fingers like iron claws aimed at Feng Wuji’s heart.
Everything happened in mere seconds.
Feng Wuji presumed he was doomed, closing his eyes.
At that desperate moment, Ye Guichen’s voice rang, "Courting death!"
All Feng Wuji heard was a dull thud.
Then a crashing sound.
Surprised, Feng Wuji opened his eyes to see the masked man had slammed against the wall, his arm severed.
More terrifyingly, the severed part looked like it was cut by a sharp blade, blood gushing out.
The next second, Ye Guichen, like a phantom, appeared before the masked man.
"You..." The intruder was horrified, waving his hand to release a white smoke towards Ye Guichen’s eyes.
Ye Guichen snorted coldly, his hand darting like an eagle’s claw, tearing the mask off the man’s face and scratching three long blood marks across it.
The intruder, realizing he was outmatched, didn’t bother with the pain, swiftly used his remaining arm to block and used the smoke to escape.
Ye Guichen didn’t pursue, instead dispersing the white smoke with the black mask, his brows furrowing.
Despite the smoke and the man’s arm, Ye Guichen glimpsed the man’s face.
The one who came to kill him was Zhou Huairen’s adopted son Zhou Haijun.
He must be trying to silence me, afraid of what I might discover.
Ye Guichen chuckled softly.
Originally, he didn’t want to get involved with the Zhou family, but now he was deeply entangled.
Judging by Zhou Haijun’s skills, Ye Guichen could tell he had reached the level of a second-rate martial artist.
And that Black Tiger Heart Grapple reminded Ye Guichen of someone.
"Ahh, Master, I’m dying, I’m gonna die!" In the midst of Ye Guichen’s thoughts, Feng Wuji’s pained screams echoed.
Ye Guichen turned to see Feng Wuji clutching his arm, pale and twitching on the ground.