Ye Qiu’s gaze fell upon a bronze fragment.
The fragment, shaped somewhat like a tile, was about twenty centimetres long, covered in a thick layer of dust, with faint traces of inscriptions visible.
Ye Qiu picked up the bronze piece and blew gently.
“Whoosh.”
The dust cleared, revealing the inscriptions.
In an instant, a sword technique appeared before Ye Qiu’s eyes.
The third form of the Grass Script Sword Art!
Ye Qiu was thrilled, never expecting the third form of the Grass Script Sword Art to appear before him in such a way.
He memorised the sword manual, then exerted force with his hand.
“Pfft!”
The bronze fragment turned to dust.
Yellow Hair, witnessing this, felt his heart lurch. What kind of person was this guy, so freakishly powerful?
“Are there any more bronze pieces like that?” Ye Qiu asked.
Yellow Hair shook his head, “No more.”
“Good, you’ve helped me greatly,” Ye Qiu said gratefully.
Hearing this, Yellow Hair quickly said, “Since I’ve helped you, can you spare my life?”
Ye Qiu didn’t answer but said, “Help me with one more thing.”
“Name it.”
“End yourself.”
What?
Panic spread across Yellow Hair’s face.
“It seems you’re not willing to help,” Ye Qiu’s voice turned cold.
Yellow Hair, terrified, dropped to his knees before Ye Qiu, pleading, “Please don’t kill me. I have a sixty-year-old mother and a child not yet a year old. Please spare me, I beg you.”
Ye Qiu’s expression remained impassive, “Since you have family, why do you keep doing evil?”
“When you were committing crimes, did you ever think that others have families too?”
“For helping me find the Grass Script Sword Art, I’ll leave you an intact body.”
Ye Qiu pointed a finger at the centre of Yellow Hair’s forehead.
Instantly, inner energy surged into his skull.
Two seconds later.
Yellow Hair’s eyes rolled back, his breath ceased, and his body slumped softly to the ground.
“Do evil, and you pay the price. No one is exempt. I hope in your next life, you’ll be a good person.”
Ye Qiu spoke to Yellow Hair’s corpse, then turned and returned to the second-floor bedroom.
He untied the ropes binding Jin Changxu.
The moment the ropes were undone, Jin Changxu, the famous Korean celebrity, dropped to his knees.
“What are you doing? No need to thank me…”
Before Ye Qiu could finish, Jin Changxu said, “Hero, please take me as your disciple.”
What’s that?
Ye Qiu looked at Jin Changxu as if he were an idiot.
Jin Changxu explained, “I’ve admired Chinese martial arts since I was a kid, especially Bruce Lee and Ip Man. I know about the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon and the Great Shift of the Universe. I’ve always dreamed of becoming a martial arts star.”
“Hero, your skills are incredible. I think you’re even better than Bruce Lee.”
“Please, take me as your disciple, I beg you!”
With that, Jin Changxu bowed deeply to Ye Qiu.
This Korean celebrity had completely turned into a fanboy in Ye Qiu’s presence.
Ye Qiu shook his head, “I won’t take you as a disciple.”
“Why not?” Jin Changxu asked, confused.
Ye Qiu said, “Because you’re a man.”
In truth, this was an excuse.
Jin Changxu was too old, and his foundation was poor. Even if Ye Qiu taught him martial arts, he’d never become a master.
With Ye Qiu’s own formidable skills, taking on a weak disciple would be an embarrassment.
Ye Qiu couldn’t afford that loss of face.
Jin Changxu paused, “Does that mean you only take women as disciples?”
“Yes,” Ye Qiu nodded.
Jin Changxu said, “That’s not a problem.”
Ye Qiu was stunned, “How is that not a problem?”
Jin Changxu replied, “I can go to Southeast Asia and get surgery.”
Good grief, is this guy insane?
Ye Qiu stared at Jin Changxu, wondering if Old Xu’s illegitimate son had a screw loose.
To learn martial arts, he was willing to go from man to woman—what a price to pay!
Jin Changxu repeated, “Hero, please, no matter what, take me as your disciple.”
This guy’s forcing me to be blunt.
Ye Qiu said, “Your foundation is too weak. You’ll never become a martial arts master.”
Jin Changxu: “…”
Ye Qiu continued, “Besides, I was sent by Old Xu to rescue you. If you really want to learn martial arts, the Xu family has plenty of skilled bodyguards. You can train with them. I’m sure if you ask, Old Xu will make it happen.”
Jin Changxu stubbornly said, “I only want to be your disciple. I want nothing to do with the Xu family.”
Ye Qiu understood Jin Changxu’s feelings.
After all, he himself had been called a bastard and had once hated Ye Wushuang.
Ye Qiu sighed, “Jin Changxu, even if you don’t want to acknowledge Old Xu, don’t forget, the Xu family’s blood runs in your veins.”
“And do you really think you made it big in the entertainment industry on your own, without any background?”
“Don’t be naive.”
“You know better than I how deep the Korean entertainment industry runs. Without Old Xu’s help behind the scenes, you wouldn’t have achieved what you have today.”
“Whether you acknowledge Old Xu or not, he’s your father. That’s a fact.”
“To be honest, Old Xu nearly died today.”
Jin Changxu’s expression shifted slightly, “What happened to him?”
“He was ambushed and nearly killed, but don’t worry, I’ve already healed him,” Ye Qiu said.
Jin Changxu let out a quiet breath.
Ye Qiu continued, “Life is short, just a few decades. Let go of grudges with family if you can.”
“Of course, I don’t know much about you and Old Xu, nor do I want to. I’m just advising you as an outsider.”
“Whether you listen is up to you.”
“By the way, your Chinese is pretty good. Who taught you?”
Jin Changxu said, “My mother taught me when she was alive. Her Chinese was excellent.”
That explains it.
“Be more careful in the future. Don’t get kidnapped again. You might not be so lucky next time. Goodbye!”
With that, Ye Qiu turned and left.
Zhang Zihao and his crew were dealt with, Jin Changxu was rescued, and Ye Qiu had no reason to stay.
As he left, he took the two blue-and-white porcelain vases and the five million dollars.
Back at the Xu residence.
Ye Qiu entered and saw his room brightly lit, with the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
“Who’s in the bathroom?”
Curious, Ye Qiu quietly approached, about to open the bathroom door.
But before he could, the door opened from the inside.
The next moment, Xu Changjin stepped out, her brows like ink, her face like peach blossoms, and most importantly…
Completely bare!
