novelraw Chapter 801: Master Ye’s Hidden Strength
Chapter 801: Master Ye’s Hidden Strength
"Brother Zeng is right, I’ve heard of those Water Moon Skills too. It’s said to be created by a peerless master of the past millennium, Wuya Zi, and later passed on to Wuxinzi, Wuhuazi, Wuguozi, and other esteemed masters. After several generations of refinement by peerless masters, it’s truly an unparalleled supreme skill rarely seen in the world. If it weren’t for not wanting to snatch what Young Master Mu loves, forget three million, even thirty million, I wouldn’t hesitate," another young person said, shaking their head."So it’s the painstaking work of masters like Wuya Zi and Wuxinzi? As soon as you mentioned it, I remembered. Didn’t it eventually end up in the hands of Wunaizi? Why didn’t you say so earlier? If I’d known it was such an unparalleled supreme skill, forget thirty million, I’d buy it for a hundred million. What a pity, it’s all turned to scraps," another young person followed up with an exaggeratedly shocked expression, pounding their chest in regret.
Hearing the word ’Wunaizi’, laughter erupted all around, even Han Yan couldn’t help but laugh out loud. This guy had quite the sharp tongue, clearly mocking Mo Yanhong for being brainless.
Mo Yanhong felt a surge of old blood rushing up to his throat. The scraps in Han Yan’s hand were obviously pieced together from a pile of fragmented ancient books he found in the family library. And all this talk of Wuya Zi, Wuxinzi, Wuhuazi, Wuguozi, Wunaizi—what a bunch of nonsense. I’ve never heard of such revered masters.
"Han Yan, we are both sons of noble families; you shouldn’t bully others too much." Seeing his young master being humiliated and ridiculed, Tributor Qiu couldn’t hold back any longer and stepped forward to speak. However, he remained very calm; his tone was resentful, yet he didn’t dare to act rashly.
"You say I’m bullying him? Fine, I won’t bully him. He gave me a palm strike, and I’ll return it with one. Let’s pretend none of this ever happened. What do you think?" Han Yan glanced at Tributor Qiu and said coldly.
Just now, this old man and Mo Yanhong had been exchanging glances. Han Yan had long suspected that today’s events were somehow connected to him. Originally planning to deal with him as well, he didn’t expect him to step forward on his own.
Seeing Han Yan’s cold gaze, Mo Yanhong’s face changed. He had witnessed Han Yan’s prowess before, and even though his own strength had improved significantly, he didn’t think he could withstand a palm strike from Han Yan.
"I’ll take the palm strike on behalf of Young Master Mo, how about that?" Tributor Qiu said boldly, without the slightest hint of fear.
"Alright, as long as you can withstand my palm strike, today’s matter can be put to rest. But if you can’t, don’t say I’m bullying anyone." Han Yan said with a cold smile.
"Fine." Tributor Qiu immediately agreed, looking as if he was confident in himself.
Seeing that there was more excitement to watch, the surrounding crowd took a few steps back, clearing a space.
"Alright, you can make your move," Tributor Qiu said to Han Yan after taking a deep breath.
As soon as he finished speaking, Tributor Qiu began to mobilize his cultivation technique and gather his Qi, releasing an aura around him.
Second-level Sword Master, no wonder he is so fearless.
Han Yan had long seen that this old man was unfathomable and guessed he was a master above the level of a Sword Master. Even so, seeing his Second-level Sword Master strength still surprised him somewhat. It’s worthy of being one of the Eight Great Families of the Capital, where even a Second-level Sword Master is willing to be a lackey for someone like Mo Yanhong.
However, although Han Yan’s cultivation was one tier lower than Tributor Qiu’s, there was nothing for him to fear. One attacked only without guarding, and the other defended without attacking. Moreover, Han Yan’s combat power far surpassed that of swordsmen of the same rank, so there was nothing to worry about.
"Let me do it," Ye Lanfeng suddenly said just as Han Yan was about to make his move.
Han Yan turned to look at Ye Lanfeng, who gave him a slight wink. Han Yan couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile. Although Ye Lanfeng appeared to have the strength of a Sword Saint, Han Yan felt that Ye Lanfeng’s abilities were far beyond that. But just how strong he really was, Han Yan had no idea. So, with Ye Lanfeng stepping in, someone was in for trouble.
"Alright." Han Yan agreed without hesitation. There was going to be a good show!
"Han Yan, I advise you to make your move personally, otherwise, if a servant gets injured, don’t blame me for bullying the weak," Tributor Qiu said with disdain, seeing Ye Lanfeng standing behind Han Yan and assuming he was her guard.
Just as Han Yan was about to explain, Ye Lanfeng waved his hand dismissively, winking playfully. He seemed not to mind. Not to mention being a servant, Ye Lanfeng had even posed as Han Yan’s henchman at home. For Han Yan, he was willing to do anything gladly.
"If he gets injured by you, then it’s due to his lack of skill. However, if he injures you, don’t blame me for not keeping my word," Han Yan said lightly, looking at Tributor Qiu with a hint of sympathy in his gaze.
To actually mistake a dignified Sword Saint for a servant, he would deserve to be slapped to death.
"Hahahaha, Han Yan, if you were to personally make the move, this old man might still have some apprehension. But just a mere servant trying to harm me? You’re overestimating him," Tributor Qiu laughed heartily.
"Is that so?" Ye Lanfeng tilted his head, showing a faint smile full of mockery. Zirong Huayue and others rolled their eyes upwards, wondering why there were always people courting death. Thinking back to the unfortunate Mu Chengxuan, who also mistook Master Ye for their young master’s servant, ended up vomiting three liters of blood. And now there was another one with the same misconception about Master Ye as a servant. Can you imagine their fate? This time, it’s likely not just a matter of vomiting three liters of blood; at least six liters, definitely doubled!
Yet, young master Ye and their young master were a perfect match in some ways—equally sinister, equally fond of devious humor, and equally adept at pretending to be weak while being strong... It’s fortunate that these two people are on our side. Otherwise, being enemies with such individuals would be absolutely terrifying. The group couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
"Young man, don’t blame me for not warning you. The technique I’ve cultivated is the Domineering Body Technique; you better hold back, or if you’re shocked to death, don’t blame me for showing no mercy," seeing the scorn in Ye Lanfeng’s eyes, even the usually composed Tributor Qiu was getting a little upset.
He clapped his hands together, and his Qi circulated, revealing a dark golden hue over his body, stable as a mountain, yet sharply formidable—clearly both offensive and defensive.
"So this old guy cultivates the Domineering Body Technique. It’s said to be extremely difficult to cultivate, but once mastered, it makes the entire body as unbreakable as refined iron, capable of standing unscathed even against opponents one or two levels stronger."
"The most terrifying part is that this Domineering Body Technique can counterattack using opponent’s force, with immense power. Ignoring the weak, even those one or two levels stronger could end up mutually injured by its recoil."
The surrounding crowd was shocked, whispering and discussing among themselves, looking at Ye Lanfeng with some sympathy.