Chapter 87

A startled cry rang out as Zheng Biao landed among his own men. Just as he was about to burst into a furious tirade, one of his servants shouted loudly, "The damned Changkong Sword Sect actually dared to sneak attack our Third Young Master?"

Eh? What’s going on? The Changkong Sword Sect disciples attacked me?

Zheng Biao, puzzled, looked around and saw a snow-white figure standing where he had been, brandishing a long sword at Ma Yunyong.

Seeing his master’s puzzled expression, the sycophant Zheng Ergou hurried over and whispered in Zheng Biao’s ear, "Young Master, that guy who fell into the flour vat just now attacked you from behind. If it weren’t for the big-bearded man, you would have been hit... That Chang Jingfan is no good, deliberately arguing with you to distract you..."

One sentence made Zheng Biao, who was still confused, instantly furious, his eyes turning bloodshot...

It turned out that this Changkong disciple was the one who had been chasing the little fatty Qian Yunzhong. Just as he was about to succeed, he was ambushed by two bags of flour. Not only did the person he was chasing escape, but he himself was left looking like neither man nor ghost...

Having never experienced such a situation, he was enraged. When he turned back, he saw Zheng Biao continuously refusing Chang Jingfan’s orders, which secretly infuriated him. He harbored resentment and decided to sneak attack Zheng Biao. If he could subdue Zheng Biao, he could force the Zheng family’s men to fight the Qingyun Sect disciples.

However, he didn’t expect the meticulous and observant Yunyong to see through his plan and push Zheng Biao into the crowd of the Zheng family’s guards, ensuring his temporary safety.

Looking at Chang Jingfan, who wore a regretful expression due to his junior’s failure.

Damn—

Zheng Biao struggled to stand up but felt a sharp pain in his buttocks. Reaching back, he found his pants torn and his hand covered in blood. The sword had cut another wound on his buttocks.

"Chang, you damn relative, I’m cutting ties with you today... This is your own doing, it has nothing to do with the Zheng family. Take care of yourselves... Brothers, let’s go—"

Nearly a hundred red-robed men roared in response, lifting the injured Zheng Biao and retreating in a chaotic mass.

Although he had been hit by a sword, Zheng Biao felt a slight sense of satisfaction. He had finally outsmarted these Changkong masters. Moreover, because they had attacked him first, causing him some injuries, he had something to report to his father. Although he had inevitably offended the Chang family and the Changkong Sword Sect, even a tiger doesn’t eat its own cubs. If they were trying to kill his son, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing...

The Third Young Master of the Zheng family, while sucking on his sore mouth, began to plan his explanation for when he returned home...

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As the Zheng family’s forces left, the situation on the field immediately reversed.

Chang Jingwang fainted; Chang Jingfan couldn’t move and was kicked down by Qiu Yunzhen; the "flour man" had been at an advantage against the fierce Ma Yunyong but was struck down by Yuncong and then knocked away with a club; the other three Changkong disciples, already struggling against the towering man, were quickly overwhelmed by the Qingyun Sect disciples and beaten to the ground, receiving a barrage of kicks from dozens of stinky feet...

Ye Qingxuan quickly instructed the sect’s disciples to treat the innocent injured, while he rushed to the side of the injured little boy. Seeing the boy’s mother crying uncontrollably and the two teenagers standing beside her with sorrowful faces, he took out a "Herb Pill" from his pocket and hurriedly tried to give it to the boy. However, the mother, in her grief, struck out in a fit of rage.

"No—"

A large iron palm struck from the side, sending a burst of energy that knocked Ye Qingxuan to the ground.

What powerful palm techniques these two have!

Ye Qingxuan thought to himself: These two are mysterious and highly skilled. It’s best not to offend them.

"You—” The woman glared angrily at her husband, who was frantically gesturing, “This little Taoist is trying to save our Zhi'er. How can you be so rude...”

The woman, in a daze, was led to a seat by her children, who tried to calm her down.

The man who had saved her life earlier quickly helped Ye Qingxuan up and said apologetically, "I apologize for the trouble, Little Taoist... My wife is deeply affected and has lost her mind. Please don’t hold it against her..."

Ye Qingxuan, with a look of regret, said, "Brother, you misunderstand. Your wife’s concern for her child is understandable. I wouldn’t blame her... Besides, the injuries to your son are due to the Qingyun Sect. We feel ashamed and hope you will allow me to do my best to help your son..."

The man quickly thanked him and stood aside to let Ye Qingxuan approach.

Ye Qingxuan, though not skilled in healing, quickly examined the boy and realized that several of his internal organs were ruptured, possibly causing internal bleeding. Though anxious, he could only hope that the "Herb Pill" would keep the boy alive.

After a moment’s thought, he said to the family, "My abilities are limited, and I may not be able to treat him. However, my master is a highly skilled physician. If you can come to the temple, I will ask my master to help your son..."

The man and his wife, already at their wits' end, only hoped for a miracle and readily agreed to Ye Qingxuan’s suggestion.

Seeing that they had no objections, Ye Qingxuan immediately called over Qiu Yunzhen and a few other disciples and instructed them, "Carry this child to my master immediately and ask him to treat him..."

The family thanked Ye Qingxuan repeatedly, and he felt deeply ashamed, repeatedly saying it was nothing.

Watching the family enter the temple, Ye Qingxuan felt a bit relieved. With his master’s profound [Kunwu Ningyu Gong], healing the boy’s internal injuries should be no problem. He only hoped the boy wouldn’t suffer any long-term effects.

Turning around, Ye Qingxuan saw Qian Yunzhong, Hu Yunzheng, and the Lu siblings slowly approaching, scolding Qian Yunzhong as they walked.

Upon inquiring, he learned that the four children, after being scared away from the noodle stall, had intended to return to the temple. However, they encountered Changkong Sword Sect disciples and others causing trouble on the mountain. Taking advantage of the chaos, they sneaked back to the noodle stall and stole two bags of flour, planning to teach the others a lesson. Unfortunately, the red-robed men surrounded them, so they couldn’t act. It wasn’t until Ye Qingxuan’s final victory and the ensuing chaos that they rushed into the square. They saw Chang Jingwang kick the little boy and the towering man strike him away. Qian Yunzhong, with his excellent lightness skills and anger, successfully ambushed Chang Jingwang. However, in his excitement, he forgot to run and was caught by the Changkong disciples. In the end, the others used the flour to save the fatty.

At that moment, Qian Yunzhong was being scolded by the others. He was regretful, but the satisfaction of striking Chang Jingwang gave him a sense of relief.

Ye Qingxuan secretly praised Qian Yunzhong. Despite his usual slickness, he had a heart of righteousness and was a promising talent. His attack in a crisis was well-suited to his style, relying on lightness skills to strike and retreat, advancing when successful and retreating when not. However, the [Jinyan Gong] technique was not ideal for this style, as the energy circulation was too slow. He needed a faster lightness skill and a powerful, decisive attack.

After a few simple praises, Qian Yunzhong was overjoyed and began boasting to his fellow disciples about his bravery.

Watching the children chatter and laugh, Ye Qingxuan sighed, feeling deeply guilty. His hesitation in dealing with Chang Jingfan had almost cost Qian Yunzhong his life. He had never felt so regretful and cursed his indecision.

Fortunately, the little boy was not fatally injured, and Qian Yunzhong and the others were fine. The righteous martial artists who had intervened in time were also out of danger. However, Ye Qingxuan still felt deep guilt.

In his regret, he turned his anger towards Chang Jingfan and the others.

Seeing the row of Changkong Sword Sect disciples kneeling before him, Ye Qingxuan was consumed by rage. He couldn’t kill them, but he could humiliate them to vent his anger.

"Yunyong, go, take a few people and tie them to the trees," he said, handing Yunyong a bamboo stick and adding menacingly, "And strip them naked..."

Yunyong, holding the bamboo stick, first looked puzzled, then his eyes lit up as he asked, "Rape their butts?"

Ye Qingxuan smacked him on the head.

"Vulgar!"

Ye Qingxuan’s eyes were filled with malice as he coldly said, "Hit their little d*cks..."

Yunyong, stunned, felt a cool breeze between his legs and instinctively clamped them together.

"Ye Qingxuan, you dare... ah..." Chang Jingfan tried to speak but was kicked by Ye Qingxuan, losing a few teeth and unable to speak through the blood.

"A man can be killed but not humiliated..."

"The Changkong Sword Sect will not let you off..."

The six Changkong Sword Sect disciples, including the unconscious Chang Jingwang, were dragged away.