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

Upon hearing the words "Ghost Doctor Sect," Long Xiaotian felt a chill run down his spine, his hair standing on end.

He had roamed Jiangcheng for thirty years, killing people, being stabbed, and fighting desperate criminals, but the mention of the Ghost Doctor's Sect was a fear etched into his bones.

They are not people from the secular world who can contend with them.

They were a group of evil spirits who crawled out of the underworld, using the most insidious methods to torment people. Those who died at their hands were eventually boiled down to their bone fragments to be used as poison bait.

"Quickly, clear the area! Clear the area for me!"

Long Xiaotian's voice cracked like a broken gong, "Whether he's the mayor's son, the richest man's wife, or some official from some government department, throw them all out within a minute!"

The top-notch thugs grabbed their batons and charged into the crowd, beginning a brutal clearing operation.

The wealthy tycoons who were just moments before scrambling to strike up a conversation with the "God of War" were instantly thrown into an uproar.

"Mr. Long! This is General Manager Zhang! I just delivered a Patek Philippe to you last week!"

"Don't push me! My dad's the police chief!"

"My Hermès! My crocodile bag!"

Cries, curses, and the sound of shattering glass mingled together.

The young masters and ladies who had just pointed at Ye Xunhuan's nose and called him a "country bumpkin" were being dragged out like dead dogs by the burly men.

One of the girls in the white dress lost a high heel, her delicate makeup turned into a mess of tears, and she was still screaming, "I'm going to sue you!"

Su Qingyuan was not spared either.

She was about to move closer to Ye Xunhuan when two burly men grabbed her arms from either side.

"Hey hey hey! I'm Su Qingyuan! From the Su family..."

Su Qingyuan struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free. She turned and glared at Ye Xunhuan, who was squatting on the ground petting the cat. "Ye Xunhuan! What are you standing there for? Tell them who I am!"

Ye Xunhuan, who was sucking on a strawberry lollipop and scratching the orange cat's chin, didn't even look up when he heard this, and mumbled:

"It's okay, it's okay. Go out for a walk first, and while you're at it, bring me two grilled sausages. Make sure they're spicy, have extra cumin, and plenty of sauce! If it gets late, I'll just go eat hot pot by myself and won't invite you!"

"you--?!"

Su Qingyuan, her cheeks puffed out in anger, was dragged away by the burly man. Before leaving, she didn't forget to turn back and shout:

"Ye Xunhuan, didn't you say you could dine with the God of War? You bastard, you asked me out and all you do is offer me grilled sausages?"

"Such a strong taste?"

"Not bad, not bad?" Ye Xunhuan finally raised his head, a different scene flashing through his mind.

This girl is becoming more and more to my liking.

In less than two minutes, the entire Royal Archery Club was completely empty.

Bags, cell phones, and high heels were scattered on the ground, creating a mess.

In the vast archery range, only Ye Xunhuan, Ling Jinghong, Long Xiaotian, and four bodyguards who were so frightened that their legs cramped and they could only stand by holding onto the wall.

The air froze instantly, and a chilling wind rushed in through the broken window.

Ling Jinghong strode over to Ye Xunhuan's side, her usually icy face showing a rare hint of urgency as she reached out to grab his arm.

"Stop playing around and come with me!"

"This time, it's the Poison Scorpion Hall Master of the Ghost Doctor Sect, nicknamed 'Living Yama.' His poison skills are incredibly insidious, and he's most adept at using poisoned hidden weapons; anyone who gets a touch of them will die!"

"If I hadn't taken care of you, I might have been able to deal with them..."

The senior sister's face was unusually solemn.

Ye Xunhuan grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Ling Jinghong was caught off guard and bumped into him, her nose almost poking his lollipop.

"Oh, senior sister, there's no need to be in such a rush to throw yourself into my arms, is there?"

Ye Xunhuan chuckled and leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "Did you miss me so much that you flew all night from the border just to throw yourself into my arms?"

Ling Jinghong's face flushed bright red, from her cheeks all the way to her ears, like a ripe cherry.

She was both embarrassed and angry, and reached out to pinch his waist: "Who missed you! I was afraid you'd die here, and my masters would skin me alive!"

"Oops, I let go! So many people are watching!"

"What are you afraid of? Let them watch. They won't dare to tell anyone anyway."

Ye Xunhuan not only didn't let go, but instead took advantage of the situation and rubbed his chin against her forehead, saying, "Besides, you smell so good, even better than Master's osmanthus cake."

"Ye Xunhuan!"

Ling Jinghong was both angry and anxious. She raised her foot to stomp on his foot, but he nimbly dodged it.

She bit her lip, but in the end she didn't break free from his hand. Instead, she quietly moved half a step closer to him.

Long Xiaotian stood to the side, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets, and he almost choked on his breath and fainted.

My goodness!

This is the youngest five-star war god in the Great Xia Kingdom!

Ling Jinghong, who commands 100,000 border cavalry and is so respected that even the commander-in-chief of the military region treats him with utmost courtesy!

She was actually being hugged and rubbed against by a little boy!

She even blushed!

I'm not really angry yet!

Just who exactly is this Mr. Ye?

He must be the Jade Emperor's own son who descended to earth!

Just then, a loud "boom" was heard.

The club's large iron gate was kicked open, flipped in the air, and crashed heavily to the ground, creating a large crater and kicking up clouds of dust.

A strong, pungent smell of blood mixed with a nauseating stench hit them, making their stomachs churn. Two of Long Xiaotian's four bodyguards vomited on the spot.

A dozen or so assassins dressed in black night clothes and with their faces covered by black cloth walked in.

Each of them held a dagger that gleamed with an eerie green light, their eyes were as sinister as those of a venomous snake, and they moved so lightly and silently that they floated in like ghosts.

Leading the way was a man who was extremely thin.

He wore a long robe embroidered with black scorpions, and a bronze mask with blue faces and fangs, revealing only a pair of cloudy, yellowish eyes filled with cruelty and bloodlust.

He is the Poison Scorpion Hall Master of the Ghost Doctor Sect.

The Scorpion Hall Master glanced at the empty hall, then fixed his gaze on Ye Xunhuan, letting out a strange "hehehe" laugh. The sound was like fingernails scraping against rusty iron, sending chills down one's spine.

"Ye Xunhuan, you're smart enough to know to drive away those who aren't involved."

"That's fine, saves me the trouble of doing it one by one and getting my poison-making hands dirty."

He took a step forward, and black foam instantly appeared on the marble floor beneath his feet, making a hissing sound and emitting a foul stench.

A cockroach crawled across his footprint and instantly turned into a puddle of black water.

"I'll give you a chance," the Scorpion Hall Master's voice was full of contempt, "Kneel down, cripple your hands and feet, and leave that woman beside you, and I might leave you a whole corpse."

"Otherwise, I will skin you alive and make your skin into a drum, which will be hung on the gate of the Ghost Doctor Sect; I will pull out your bones one by one and make them into wind chimes, so that you can hear the sound of your own bones ringing day and night."

"As for this woman, I'll strip her naked and tie her to the mountain gate, so that everyone who comes to the Ghost Doctor's Sect seeking treatment can see the consequences of offending me!"

Upon hearing this, Long Xiaotian was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He tried to say something, but found that his throat was blocked and he couldn't utter a single word.

Ling Jinghong's eyes instantly turned cold, and a strong killing intent erupted from his body as he gripped the gun handle.

But before she could even make a move, the smile on Ye Xunhuan's face faded a little.

He slowly released Ling Jinghong's hand, took the lollipop out of his mouth, and casually stuck it on the pillar next to him.

His eyes, which had been so nonchalant and unserious just moments before, now held a hint of iciness, and the temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.

Ling Jinghong's heart skipped a beat.

She knows this junior brother too well.

He was usually unruly, climbing on roofs and stealing fish from the river, robbing his master's wine and snacks, and he dared to make fun of anyone.

But if anyone touches someone he cares about, he will turn into a true demon from hell, ten thousand times more ruthless than the Ghost Doctor Sect.

There was once a short-sighted arms dealer who just whistled at Third Senior Sister, and Ye Xunhuan chased him for half a year, from Southeast Asia to South America. In the end, Ye Xunhuan not only wiped out the arms dealer's entire family, but also blew up his underwater armory, leaving not even a fish behind.

"What did you say?" Ye Xunhuan picked at his ear. "Didn't hear me? Speak louder. Didn't you eat?"

The Poison Scorpion Hall Master was unaware that he had already stepped into the gates of hell.

He licked his lips, his eyes sweeping over Ling Jinghong with even more greed, his tone becoming increasingly lewd.

"Haha, that's interesting. Want to hear more? Then I'll tell you."

"I'm going to keep this woman as my plaything, and when I'm tired of her, I'll give her to my men."

"What? You're not convinced?"

"It's no use being defiant. None of you will leave here alive today!"