I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 65 A Dark and Windy Night for Murder

On the Xiang River, the Rain Master, wearing a straw hat, stands with his hands behind his back on a bamboo raft, drifting downstream.

Before long, a figure appeared in mid-air and landed on the bamboo raft, splashing quite a bit of water.

Are you injured?

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

"Why are you back so late?"

"We were ambushed."

"Is this your reason for failing to bring Longyuan back?"

"Yes"

Duan Ming's mission failed, but Yu Shi didn't seem angry. She asked calmly, "Was it Nangong Yi, or Gu Changqing?"

"It's Ye Qingzhou."

"???"

For the first time, Yu Shi's expression, which had been as calm as still water, changed. He then smiled knowingly and said, "So that's how it is. I thought that Bai Yuanhu was deliberately creating a diversion by losing the Divine Sword Jade Book. I didn't expect that they had actually lost it."

Duan Ming coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. After wiping his mouth, he said, "Longyuan's sword soul has not been fully repaired, and Ye Qingzhou seems to have mastered the Heart Sword Secret Technique in the Divine Sword Jade Book, so I deliberately left Longyuan in his hands."

"You did the right thing."

Yu Shi sighed, then remarked with emotion, "No wonder Long Yuan woke up early. I never expected someone could master the Heart Sword in such a short time, saving us a lot of trouble. In this world, only Ye Qingzhou can quickly help Long Yuan's sword soul recover."

"I have already made an appointment to fight him again. At that time, I will personally retrieve the complete Dragon Abyss Sword."

"Let's hope the plan goes smoothly; we don't have much time left."

Yu Shi's gaze was deep and unfathomable: "Oh, right, there's one more thing. This dog, He Zhongyang, can't be kept alive."

Duan Ming nodded: "I understand. Only by killing him can we protect Ye Qingzhou from obtaining the secret of the Heart Sword in the Divine Sword Jade Book."

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"Ye Qingzhou!"

"what?"

Where did you go just now?

Xu Yuebing grabbed Ye Qingzhou's collar aggressively, her eyebrows practically flaming: "It's such a dangerous time, and you're still running around like that!"

Ye Qingzhou blinked: "I didn't run around."

He was clearly following the sword intent fluctuations of the Dragon Abyss Sword, and then deliberately and consciously ran to intercept Ghost Sword Sorrow Duan Ming. How can it be said that he was running around randomly?

"Stop talking nonsense and come back with me!"

"Go back where?"

"Linjiang!"

"But I haven't claimed my championship prize yet..."

"At a time like this! Are you still thinking about that 100,000 yuan bonus?"

"What are you saying? I've got my eye on the trophy, the sword, and the dragon whisker grass too. Surely the Famous Sword Group isn't planning to renege on their promise?"

"!!!"

The next day, Ye Qingzhou, who was staying in the hotel, finally received the championship reward he had been longing for.

The prize money was 100,000 yuan, a gold-plated sword-shaped trophy, and a famous sword made of sharp gold that could cut a hair in two. Most importantly, of course, was a rare and precious ingredient that would be perfect for Zhengzheng's tough character: Dragon Beard Grass.

The Mingjian Group sent someone to deliver the gift in person, apologized to Ye Qingzhou, and gave him two hundred 15-yuan coupons with no minimum spend, which Ye Qingzhou found quite distasteful.

Damn capitalists!

Even while apologizing, they didn't forget to solicit customers!

On the way back, Xu Yuebing noticed that Ye Qingzhou had three swords hanging at his waist and wondered, "Besides Feishuang and Xuanjian, where did this third sword come from?"

"It was a gift from someone."

"Who sent it? A man or a woman?"

Xu Yuebing suddenly became nervous, and only breathed a sigh of relief when Ye Qingzhou answered "male". Then she pretended to be probing and asked, "Ye Qingzhou, I heard a rumor."

"What rumor?"

"Zhu Jinfeng once said that if you want to be her boyfriend, you have to beat her first."

"???"

Ye Qingzhou was speechless: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Don't you have any thoughts on this?"

"I think she's dreaming. I've won over so many people; if I had to date them all, how could I manage?"

Ye Qingzhou rolled her eyes. How can someone who's busy dating all the time possibly focus on martial arts training?

Haha, dating? Even a dog wouldn't do that!

After saying that, he yawned. Yesterday's battle with Ghost Sword Sorrow Duan Ming had exhausted him, and now, taking advantage of the time, he closed his eyes and began to doze off.

Xu Yuebing looked at his chiseled, handsome profile, a slight smile playing on her lips, but then her expression hardened with displeasure. She cursed inwardly, both angry and annoyed, "What a blockhead!"

Back at school, Ye Qingzhou had just entered the classroom when Xiao Yuanyuan smeared his face with colored ribbons.

Other classmates also gathered around to congratulate him on winning the championship. They had watched the entire final of the sword fighting competition, so they naturally witnessed Ye Qingzhou's invincible prowess.

Among the crowd, only Huang Liwen wore a mournful face: "Godfather, I'm so miserable!"

"Brother Wen, you've broken up with your boyfriend again?"

"This time we've lost money."

"?"

Huang Liwen hesitated for a moment, but finally told Ye Qingzhou the truth: "Ahem, I lost a month's worth of food money. Godfather, you have to save me."

"Serves you right, who told you to bet on my opponent to win?"

"Putting aside the facts, aren't you completely without fault? In short, Godfather, you must help me!"

"It's okay. You won't die if you don't eat lunch for a month. You can do it. Have confidence in yourself."

"No, Godfather!"

In the end, Huang Liwen finally received Ye Qingzhou's relief.

The price he paid was that he would have to treat Ye Qingzhou to lunch for two months, with an annual interest rate of 1200%, which made Huang Liwen call Ye the skinflint, saying that even loan sharks don't charge as much as Ye!

After school in the afternoon, Ye Qingzhou stepped into the sword club, where he was greeted by screams and cheers.

Xu Lan, who hadn't seen Ye Qingzhou for many days, greeted him with a smile and personally went to welcome Ye Qingzhou, the great contributor to the sword club: "Everyone wants to throw you a celebration banquet tonight."

Ye Qingzhou shook her head and declined, "Not tonight, I have some personal matters to attend to."

"How about tomorrow night?"

"Can."

Late at night, Ye Qingzhou, carrying Long Yuan on his back, quietly left the Jiangshan Dijin residential area using the skillful technique of Sa Ta.

At this moment, this peerless divine weapon, which everyone coveted, had become obscured by its divine nature. Not only had its form completely changed from a greatsword to a longsword, but it had also become pitch black and inconspicuous.

A dark night, a windy night, a night for murder.

Upon returning from the competition, Ye Qingzhou's first concern was He Zhongyang.

However, when Ye Qingzhou infiltrated the 500-square-meter villa where the He family lived, he found that someone had already gotten there first.

In the courtyard of the villa, seven security guards dressed in black suits lay dead, along with a middle-aged, bald, fat man dressed in luxurious clothes. The strong smell of blood wafted to Ye Qingzhou's nose.

Inside the villa, He Zhongyang's dying roar echoed: "Ghost Sword Sorrow! Are you insane? I'm the captain of the Linjiang Martial Arts Association's enforcement team! Kill me, and you won't get away with it!"

"Laughable. It's just that the bounty has been increased from 1000 million to 2000 million. I've killed captains of the enforcement team before. You might as well just accept your death."

Just as Duan Ming was about to make a move, Ye Qingzhou, dressed in sportswear, brandished his sword and blocked He Zhongyang's path: "His life is mine."

(End of this chapter)