My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

Hahaha!

Someone burst out laughing first, and then the entire bedroom erupted in laughter.

Su Qingyuan covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling as she tried to suppress her laughter, her face turning red.

Ye Xunhuan laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight: "Oh my, Young Master Zhao, what unclean thing did you eat? Why do you sound like a tractor?"

"Ye Xunhuan! I'm not done with you yet!"

Zhao Zhenyu was both ashamed and angry, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

He clutched his backside and rushed out of the bedroom in a disheveled state.

"Hey, don't go!" Ye Xunhuan shouted from behind, "I have a remedy for farting, ten yuan a sheet, no cheating!"

Ye Xunhuan was met with the sound of farting growing ever more distant, and Zhao Zhenyu's furious curses.

The laughter from the bedroom grew louder.

Grandpa Su couldn't help but laugh, pointing at Ye Xunhuan: "You, you, are just like your third master, always playing tricks on people."

Ye Xunhuan shrugged, looking innocent: "I'm just helping him catch his breath, otherwise it wouldn't be good if he suffocated."

Outside the Su family mansion, Zhao Zhenyu, clutching his still-farting rear end, got into the car.

He was trembling with rage, slammed his fist on the steering wheel, and roared, "Ye Xunhuan! I'm going to kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

He took out his phone, dialed a number, and after the call connected, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Tiger, send me the best fighter to Jiangcheng..."

"Money doesn't matter!"

"I'll make him wish he were dead!"

Not long after Zhao Zhenyu hung up the phone, Tiger from the provincial capital arrived in a flurry with his men.

Following behind Tiger was a middle-aged man dressed in a training uniform with bulging temples, none other than Iron Hand, the owner of the Black Wind Martial Arts School in the provincial capital.

As soon as he entered the room, he grabbed at the air, and the purple clay cup on the coffee table floated steadily into his hand.

After taking a sip of tea, I gently pushed the purple clay cup back onto the coffee table.

"Don't worry, Tiger. Not to mention this little Jiangcheng, even in the entire Jiangnan Province, there are very few people who can withstand three of my moves."

Zhao Zhenyu's eyes lit up like light bulbs as he pointed at Ye Xunhuan, who was watching videos of beautiful women in the living room, and said through gritted teeth:

"Master! This is the kid! Break one of his legs and you'll get a million!"

Iron Hand glanced at Ye Xunhuan sideways, his face full of disdain.

In his eyes, this skinny mountain boy in a tattered T-shirt wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes.

He flexed his fist, which was as big as a clay pot, and the knuckles cracked. With each step he took, a spider web-like crack appeared in the ground.

"Kid, you've messed with the young master of the Zhao family, you're dead!"

"Why don't you kneel down and kowtow, so that you can have a whole corpse?"

"You're the one kneeling and kowtowing, aren't you?" Ye Xunhuan shrugged, hands in his pockets, watching Tie Shou like someone watching a monkey show.

Iron Hand laughed in fury, his fist whistling as it hurtled straight at Ye Xunhuan's temple.

If that punch landed properly, his head would be smashed into a pulp.

Su Qingyuan screamed in fright and covered her eyes tightly.

The Su family's collateral relatives fled in terror, fearing they would be splattered with blood.

At this moment, Ye Xunhuan finally raised his eyes.

He didn't even flinch before slapping her across the face.

"Snapped!"

A sharp crack made everyone's ears ring.

The iron hand, which had been so menacing just moments before, flew sideways seven or eight meters away like a tattered sack hit by a truck, crashing through the French windows with a loud bang and landing on the marble floor of the yard.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, lay motionless, and fainted.

The whole world fell silent.

Tiger's twenty-odd henchmen dropped their steel pipes and machetes on the ground with a clatter.

They were so frightened that their legs cramped and they could barely stand.

Zhao Zhenyu's smug expression instantly froze, his eyes widened like copper bells, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist.

The top martial arts expert in the provincial capital, whom he hired for two million, couldn't even withstand a single move before being slapped away.

This must be a dream!

Ye Xunhuan spat out the lollipop stick from his mouth, picked at his ear, and looked disgusted.

"Is this all the skill you have that you dare to work as a thug? You're really wasting my time looking at the beauties in black stockings."

He glanced at Tiger, who was trembling with fear, and said casually, "Take your men and this piece of trash and get out."

"If you dare to cause trouble at the Su family again, I'll twist your head off and use it as a football next time."

Tiger Lord didn't dare to say another word. He scrambled away, ordering his men to carry Iron Hand, and fled in a panic, not even daring to look back.

Only the Su family and the pale-faced Zhao Zhenyu remained in the living room.

Su Zhenhai and his relatives, who had just been cursing Ye Xunhuan, were now too afraid to even breathe, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Ye Xunhuan.

This isn't some wild boy from the mountains; he's clearly a ruthless killer!

Zhao Zhenyu was trembling like a leaf; he knew that fighting head-on today would mean certain death.

But he couldn't swallow this insult!

Su Qingyuan is his!

The Su family's assets are also his!

That mud-legged bastard from the mountains must die!

Just then, his phone started vibrating wildly.

It was my bodyguard calling.

"Young Master Zhao! Fantastic news! War God Ling Jinghong has arrived in Jiangcheng!"

"They're at the Royal Archery Club right now! The whole of Jiangcheng is in an uproar! Long Xiaotian, Lord Long himself, is with them! Every wealthy family is scrambling to get in for a glimpse!"

Zhao Zhenyu's eyes suddenly lit up in a frightening way!

Ling Jinghong!

The youngest war god of the Great Xia Dynasty!

At the age of twenty-five, he was promoted to general based on his outstanding military achievements and commanded 100,000 border troops!

Let alone Jiangcheng, even the entire Jiangnan Province would have to kneel before her!

And then there's Lord Long! Long Xiaotian, the underground emperor of Jiangcheng! He's ruled the world for thirty years, and his father, Zhao Tianxiong, didn't dare utter a single word in front of him!

If we can take this opportunity to get close to Long Xiaotian and get Long Xiaotian to say a few good words for us in front of the God of War, we can crush not just one Ye Xunhuan, but even ten or a hundred of them!

Moreover, Su Qingyuan's greatest idol is Ling Jinghong!

If he could just get her to see the God of War from afar, she would definitely dump this poor, wild boy and follow him wholeheartedly!

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhenyu forced himself to remain calm, straightened his collar, and forced what he thought was a handsome smile at Su Qingyuan:

"Qingyuan, I have good news for you. War God Ling Jinghong is at the Royal Archery Club today, and Lord Long is personally accompanying him."

"I'm sworn brothers with Master Long's godson. I can take you up close to see the God of War, and we might even exchange a few words."

These words immediately caused an uproar among the wealthy young men and women who had come with him.

"Holy crap! Really? The God of War Ling actually came to Jiangcheng!"

"Young Master Zhao is amazing! He even has connections with Boss Long!"

"I'm a die-hard fan of War God Ling! Young Master Zhao, please include me! I'm begging you!"

Su Qingyuan's eyes lit up, and an excited expression appeared on her face.

Ling Jinghong had always been her idol, and she dreamed of meeting this legendary female warrior in person.

Seeing Su Qingyuan's reaction, Zhao Zhenyu felt even more smug.

He glanced at Ye Xunhuan provocatively and said sarcastically, "However, the Royal Archery Club has been booked out by Master Long today. Without an invitation personally sent by Master Long, even the mayor wouldn't be able to get in."

"Some poor kids from the mountains probably haven't even seen what a front door looks like, have they?"

Su Qingyuan's smile faded slightly.

However, she still looked at Ye Xunhuan and said a little shyly, "Xunhuan, why don't you go back to the hotel first? I'll go take a look and be right back."

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow.

He thought to himself:

Senior Sister?

Ling Jinghong?

Why did she come to Jiangcheng?

It must be those old fogies who were afraid I'd run away, so they sent her to keep an eye on me.

He didn't want to go at first, but seeing Su Qingyuan's expectant yet hesitant expression, he found it quite amusing to tease Zhao Zhenyu, that fool.

He shrugged and said casually, "It's okay, I'll go with you to take a look."

"Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well see if this so-called God of War you mentioned is as good at fighting as my senior sister."

Zhao Zhenyu scoffed, "Ha, you're going with her? You won't even get through the gate! Don't get mistaken for a beggar and beaten up by the security guards!"

Ye Xunhuan was too lazy to waste words with him and simply grabbed Su Qingyuan's hand and walked out.

"Let's go, no time to waste with idiots."

Zhao Zhenyu was so angry that his face turned green, and he followed after him through gritted teeth.

He sneered inwardly, "Wait till we get to the club, I'll show you how to embarrass yourself in public!"

I want Su Qingyuan to see clearly that you are a worthless piece of trash who can't even be brought to the table!

Half an hour later, the group arrived at the Royal Archery Club.

As expected, the area was heavily guarded, with limited-edition luxury cars parked at the entrance; Rolls-Royces and Bentleys could only be parked in the corners.

The security personnel were all top-notch henchmen under Long Xiaotian, with batons at their waists and eyes as sharp as eagles; not even a fly could get in.

Zhao Zhenyu smugly pulled out his black gold card and waved it in front of the security guard: "Open the door. I am Zhao Tianxiong's son, Zhao Zhenyu. I have an appointment with Master Long's godson."

"By the way?" Zhao Zhenyu turned around and pointed at Ye Xunhuan, "We don't know this mud-covered guy behind me. Don't let him fool us."

After saying that, Zhao Zhenyu looked at Ye Xunhuan smugly, "Do you know what a difference in status is?"

He was now waiting to see Ye Xunhuan make a fool of himself!

The security guard said expressionlessly, "I'm sorry, sir, the club has been booked out by Mr. Long today. No one is allowed to enter without an invitation personally signed by Mr. Long."

Zhao Zhenyu's face froze instantly: "What? An invitation? How come I didn't know about it? My godfather didn't tell me!"

"Then we don't know," the security guard said coldly. "Without an invitation, please leave immediately and don't block the way."

The surrounding scions of wealthy families all looked over, pointing and whispering about Zhao Zhenyu with mocking expressions.

Zhao Zhenyu's face turned a deep purplish-red. He quickly took out his phone and called his so-called "sworn brother," but no one answered after making more than a dozen calls.

Finally, after much difficulty, I got through. The other party only said, "Are you crazy? What day is it that you dare to cause trouble? Master Long said that anyone who dares to cause trouble will have their legs broken!" and then hung up.

Zhao Zhenyu was completely dumbfounded. He stood there, so embarrassed that he could dig his toes out of his skin.

Just then, Ye Xunhuan casually pulled a black token from his pocket and waved it in front of the security guard.

Zhao Zhenyu was taken aback at first, then burst into a mocking laugh.

"Haha! That's hilarious!"

"Ye Xunhuan, are you here to put on a monkey show?"

He pointed at the black token in Ye Xunhuan's hand, laughing so hard he slapped his thigh. "This piece of junk? Did you pick it up in some remote mountain ditch? Or did you buy a fake for five yuan at a street stall?"

He suddenly turned to look at Su Qingyuan, his face full of heartache.

"Qingyuan, look at this! Look at the people you're with! Who are they?!"

"I, the eldest son of the prestigious Zhao family, can't even get into this place with my connections. How could a country bumpkin in a tattered T-shirt and a broken sign he picked up possibly get in? It's hilarious."

"I don't want him to get mistaken for a thief by security guards, dragged out, and have his leg broken, making us lose face!"

He spat as he pointed at Ye Xunhuan's nose and yelled, "If you can get in with this lousy sign today, I, Zhao Zhenyu, will kowtow to you right now and call you 'Dad'!"

"Pfft!" A surge of hidden force pierced his heart, and in an instant, Zhao Zhenyu felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his bones, causing an unbearable itch!

"Ouch, it itches! It's so itchy..."

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to kneel down, kowtow, and call him "Dad."

At this thought, he seemed possessed, and with a thud, he knelt before Ye Xunhuan, crying out, "Dad...!!"

"Oh ho, Young Master Zhao, what's your name? Speak louder, didn't I hear you? Say it again, please?"

Ye Xunhuan turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Zhao Zhenyu with a nonchalant, monkey-watching attitude.