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Du Qiansui clutched his chest and struggled to his feet. The silver needles in his right hand were still inserted into the acupuncture points, and his entire right arm hung limply at his side, no longer usable.

Du Qiansui's gaze toward Ye Chen was filled with resentment and unwillingness. He had spent fifteen years mastering the Blood Fiend Palm, thinking that this evil skill would be enough to dominate the world. However, he never expected that he would be completely suppressed in front of a young man in his early twenties before he could even fully reveal his trump cards.

"Kid, you've got guts today." Du Qiansui gritted his teeth, blood still seeping from the corner of his mouth, each drop of blood making a slight corrosive sound as it fell to the floor.

"I haven't even dealt with you yet, and you think this is over? No way."

Ye Chen's face revealed a fierce expression, ready to deliver another fatal blow to Du Qiansui at any moment.

"Kid, don't be too happy yet. If that person can invite me, he can invite others. The next person who comes won't be as easy to talk to as I am. And don't expect Ghost Servant to protect Jiang Ruoxi forever. He has old injuries. If he really encounters a master of my level, he won't last long."

"Next time? Next time you come, just let me know in advance, and I'll treat you to spicy chicken. This dish was really good today, much better than your character."

Ye Chen put away the silver needles, patted the dust off his clothes, and spoke in a very relaxed tone, not at all like someone who had just gone through a life-or-death battle.

Du Qiansui snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Wait, did I say you could leave? Who sent you?" Ye Chen's voice suddenly turned cold, devoid of any of his usual playful warmth.

Du Qiansui stopped in his tracks and stood still after hearing Ye Chen's question.

"That person is someone you can't afford to offend. You've probably heard of the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce, right? You don't have the strength to fight against him, so you should give up now."

"Go back and tell your master that this is the last time, but if you, Lord Du, dare to touch a single hair on Jiang Ruoxi's head, or if any Tom, Dick, or Harry dare to covet that jade pendant..."

Ye Chen's gaze was like a knife, piercing straight to Du Qiansui's back. He slowly walked to Du Qiansui's side and gently patted his shoulder.

"If there's a next time, or if I see you harboring ill intentions towards the Jiang Group again, I won't hesitate to personally send you on your way. And that damn Qingyun Society, the same goes for them—if one comes, I'll kill it; if two come, I'll kill them both. Understand?"

Du Qiansui didn't turn around. After a moment of silence, he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Ye Chen, you will regret this. Medicine King Valley can't protect you forever, and you can't protect Jiang Ruoxi forever either."

"Coincidentally, I don't need anyone to protect me. I just want to protect my family because I'm capable of doing it myself." Ye Chen put the lollipop back into his mouth and said indistinctly.

Du Qiansui's figure disappeared into the shadows at the end of the corridor, and the chilling aura dissipated as well. The temperature in the corridor slowly rose, as if a venomous snake that had been coiled for a long time had finally slithered away.

Ye Chen stood there, and only after he had walked far away did he let out a long breath. He leaned against the wall, cold sweat streaming down his face.

The tough words he just spoke were all forced and were meant for Du Qiansui. Although he had temporarily suppressed the poison of the Blood Fiend Palm with the Meridian Interception Acupuncture and medicinal powder, the poison stayed in his body for longer than expected. At this moment, his right arm was numb and painful, and he felt a clear stagnation when circulating his internal energy, as if something was sticking to his meridians and wouldn't leave.

Ye Chen took out the small porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured some medicine powder into his palm, and carefully applied it to the red mark on his palm.

The powder produced a cool sensation upon contact with the skin, and the dark red palm print faded further, but it did not completely disappear.

"That damn snake, its palm strike is really powerful, its strength is no exaggeration." He muttered to himself, took out his phone from another pocket, and dialed Ghost Servant's number.

"Uncle Gui, has Ruoxi arrived home yet?"

"We've arrived. I'll be guarding the entrance. Did you just fight with Du Qiansui?" The ghost servant's voice was as hoarse and calm as ever, as he asked weakly.

"How did you know?" Ye Chen was taken aback.

"When I left, I smelled the blood in the corridor. The poison of the Blood Fiend Palm has a special smell that can't be dispelled even after twenty years. When Du Qiansui was expelled from his sect fifteen years ago, his master's blood was splattered all over the ground. I still can't forget that smell."

Ye Chen gave a wry smile: "Uncle Gui, your nose is even more sensitive than the hunting dogs my sect keeps. I chased Du Qiansui away, but his Blood Fiend Palm is indeed evil. He said the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce still exists, and if they can hire him, they can hire others. Is that true or not?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Ghost Servant's voice became even lower: "What Du Qiansui said may be true or false. I don't know how many trump cards the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce has, but hiring a heretical master like Du Qiansui comes at a huge cost, and it's not just a matter of money. Blood Fiend Palm is a forbidden technique, despised by the righteous path of the martial world. Using Du Qiansui is tantamount to raising a flag of heresy for ourselves in the martial world, but the problem is..."

"What is it?"

The ghost servant lowered his voice even further, his tone becoming serious: "You'd better send someone to find out the origin of Jiang Ruoxi's jade pendant. Du Qiansui wouldn't be eyeing a jade pendant for no reason. He said that the value of that jade pendant is greater than ten Jiang Groups, and that's definitely not unfounded. I vaguely heard people mention that incident from twenty years ago at the Qiao family, but the old master never went into details and always kept quiet whenever it came up. If this matter involves your uncle's death and Jiang Ruoxi's father, then there's probably an even bigger secret behind it."

Ye Chen leaned against the wall, looking up at the chandelier on the ceiling that was still swaying slightly, his gaze gradually becoming deep: "Uncle Gui, I'll go see Mr. Wu Qingyuan tomorrow. He's been in the ancient martial arts world in the provincial capital his whole life, he must know something about what happened twenty years ago. Also, please help me add a few more sentries around the Jiang family villa. Du Qiansui didn't get any advantage this time, so it's hard to guarantee he won't set his sights on Ruoxi."

"It's all arranged. I've had the veterans from Iron Shield Logistics take turns on duty. They're all retired special forces soldiers, clean records, and reliable in their skills."

"Thanks, Uncle Gui."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Chen returned to the door of the private room, pushed it open, and took a look inside.

The security guards in the room were still fast asleep, sprawled out in all directions. He Jianping had rolled off the sofa and onto the floor at some point, hugging an empty wine bottle as a pillow, muttering to himself, "Minister Ye... again... I can still drink..."

The table was littered with cups and plates. Someone had taken the replica Green Dragon Crescent Blade and posed it against the wall, the blade reflecting the dim light.

Ye Chen stood at the door, looking at his brothers sleeping so soundly, and smiled silently.

They had no idea about the life-or-death struggle that just happened, which is good.

Some things are safer if fewer people know them.

Ye Chen gently closed the door and turned to walk towards the restaurant entrance.

Ye Chen walked on the empty sidewalk, the dark red palm print on his right hand faintly visible under the streetlights.

It will take three more days to completely remove the poison from the Blood Fiend Palm. Whether Du Qiansui will make a comeback is unknown. What kind of expert the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce will invite next is also unknown. And the secret hidden behind that Peace Jade Pendant is even more unknown.

The lights were still on in the house; someone was waiting for him.