“Got it.”
Ye Qiu was about to hang up when Diao Chan’s voice came again, “Wait—”
“Anything else?” Ye Qiu asked.
Diao Chan paused for two seconds before saying, “Ye Qiu, be careful. You have to come back alive.”
“Don’t worry, I’m blessed with great luck. I won’t die,” Ye Qiu said, then put away the phone.
The secret chamber was quiet. Akiyama Nange, having overheard Ye Qiu and Diao Chan’s conversation, asked, “What’s this God-Slaying Plan you were talking about?”
Ye Qiu smiled slightly, “You’ll find out soon. Nange, let’s head out.”
With that, Ye Qiu took Akiyama Nange’s hand, and they quickly left the secret chamber, moving through the tunnel to Yoshida Morikazu’s room.
Akiyama Nange found a kimono in the room, wrapped it around herself, and took a samurai sword from a rack. She said to Ye Qiu, “Let’s fight our way out.”
Ye Qiu replied, “Hold off for now. Yoshida Morikazu will definitely bring people to attack soon. When they come, stall them for a bit. I need to step away for a while.”
“Where are you going?” Akiyama Nange asked.
Ye Qiu said, “I’m going to save Yuki.”
Akiyama Nange hurriedly said, “There are so many people outside. If you go out, you’ll be ambushed…”
“Are you worried about me?” Ye Qiu asked.
Akiyama Nange’s face flushed, and she denied, “I’m not worried about you.”
Ye Qiu didn’t call her out, saying, “Remember, don’t leave this room.”
“When they attack, hold them off and buy as much time as you can until I return.”
“And most importantly, protect yourself. Don’t get hurt.”
With that, Ye Qiu swiftly drew a tracking talisman, silently recited an incantation, and then dove into the ground, vanishing without a trace.
“This is… Qimen Dunjia?”
Akiyama Nange’s face was full of shock.
…
Yoshida Family.
In a room in the back courtyard.
Chiyama Yuki was tied to a chair, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, dressed in white. Her stunningly beautiful face showed no expression, exuding an icy elegance.
She sat motionless, like a still pond, eerily calm.
This was her second day captured by the Yoshida family.
“Creak!”
The door suddenly opened.
A short, fat man in a kimono, with a small braid on his head, crept in.
He was young, likely in his early twenties.
“Goddess Chiyama, I’ve come to see you,” the short, fat man said, smiling as he approached.
Chiyama Yuki remained expressionless, as if unaware of his presence.
“Goddess Chiyama, why are you ignoring me? Are you feeling unwell?”
The short, fat man reached out to touch Chiyama Yuki’s face.
Perhaps because he was thrilled at the chance to get close to the goddess, his hand trembled slightly.
His hand was just centimetres from Chiyama Yuki’s cheek.
“Get lost!”
Chiyama Yuki suddenly shouted.
The short, fat man stumbled back two steps, asking again, “Goddess Chiyama, are you alright?”
Chiyama Yuki’s voice was ice-cold, “I told you to get lost. Didn’t you hear?”
The short, fat man stood his ground, saying, “Goddess Chiyama, I have news for you. Your master, Sect Leader Akiyama, was captured by my father today.”
What?
Chiyama Yuki’s expressionless, beautiful face shifted slightly, and she asked, “Where’s my master?”
The short, fat man grinned, “Your master is locked in a secret chamber by my father. But don’t worry, Goddess Chiyama, my father has admired Sect Leader Akiyama for a long time, so he won’t kill her easily.”
“Goddess Chiyama, I came here to offer you a chance to live.”
“If you agree to be my wife, I can beg my father to spare you.”
This short, fat man was Yoshida Morikazu’s only son, Yoshida Taka, a notorious playboy in Great East.
“Be your wife?” Chiyama Yuki glanced at Yoshida Taka, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust, “You think you’re worthy?”
Yoshida Taka wasn’t angered, chuckling, “Goddess Chiyama, I suggest you think carefully.”
“Your life and your master’s are now in my father’s hands. With one word from him, you’ll both be headless.”
“Goddess Chiyama, even if you don’t care about yourself, don’t you care about your master?”
“And besides, only by marrying me does the child in your womb have a chance to live.”
Chiyama Yuki looked down at her abdomen, a pang of sadness in her heart.
Ye Qiu probably doesn’t even know I’m carrying his child, does he?
Yoshida Taka continued, “Goddess Chiyama, you must have heard the commotion outside, right?”
“Do you know what they’re doing?”
“Let me tell you, my father is gathering people to kill someone.”
Kill someone?
Chiyama Yuki snapped, “Yoshida Morikazu is going to kill my master?”
“No, no,” Yoshida Taka shook his head, “The person my father wants to kill isn’t your master.”
“My father is so fond of your master, he wouldn’t kill her before getting what he wants.”
Yoshida Taka glanced at Chiyama Yuki’s belly, continuing, “The person my father wants to kill is the father of the child in your womb.”
Chiyama Yuki was shocked, “Ye Qiu is here?”
At this, the pleasant expression on Yoshida Taka’s face vanished, replaced by fury.
“Damn it, it really is him.”
“Chiyama Yuki, you’re the national goddess of Great East, yet you got pregnant with a Hua Country man’s child? Have you no shame?”
“Let me be clear, I’m here to kill you. My father said neither you nor your master can be left alive.”
“But before I kill you, I’m going to have you first.”
“If a Hua Country man can sleep with you, why can’t I?”
With that, Yoshida Taka moved to tear Chiyama Yuki’s clothes.
When Chiyama Yuki was captured, she too had been forced to take Yoshida Morikazu’s pill, rendering her unable to use her inner strength. Otherwise, Yoshida Taka wouldn’t dare act so boldly.
“Yoshida Taka, you and your father will die horribly,” Chiyama Yuki said, her calm tone laced with overwhelming murderous intent.
“Chiyama Yuki, you should know every man in Great East wants to sleep with you. If I can have you, I’d gladly lose ten years of my life.”
“Yoshida Taka, if you touch me, you’ll die without a grave.”
“Enough, Chiyama Yuki, stop pretending. If a Hua Country man can have you, why can’t I? Today, whether you agree or not, I’m taking you.”
Yoshida Taka’s right hand swiftly reached for Chiyama Yuki’s shoulder. Suddenly, a hand appeared from the side, grabbing his wrist.
Crack!
Yoshida Taka’s wrist was crushed on the spot.
Before he could scream, a sword qi pierced his throat, and his body collapsed with a thud.
