He was invited by Li Tianqi at great expense to be responsible for Li Yijin's safety. However, cultivators emphasize tranquility and peace of mind, so during his time here, he either secluded himself for cultivation or meditated in the car, and hardly spoke to Li Yijin.
"Miss, I'm only responsible for your safety, not for chatting with you to keep you entertained," Huang Jiucheng said with a slight smile.
He was over fifty years old, and although he had been practicing for more than thirty years and had long passed the age of forty, Li Yijin was clever and witty and very lovable, and he was happy to chat with her a little more.
"Haha, Uncle Huang, you can laugh! That's more like it. Don't just stand there like a block of wood, that's so boring." Li Yijin laughed heartily, and asked curiously, "Are all martial artists like this?"
“No, martial arts practitioners are also human beings, with the same emotions and desires as normal people, only their personalities are different.” Huang Jiucheng shook his head: “But most people who practice in seclusion value tranquility and inaction, which is why I am taciturn.”
"Oh, I see. Uncle Huang, you're amazing, aren't you?" Li Yijin asked again.
"His aptitude was average, and it took him thirty years of cultivation to break through to the Heavenly Realm," Huang Jiucheng said with a smile.
"Then why did Ye Xingchen break through to the Heavenly Realm at such a young age?" Li Yijin asked, puzzled. "And how is martial arts divided?"
“Mr. Ye is naturally different. He is exceptionally talented, and his cultivation method is of the highest quality, so it’s normal for him to progress quickly,” Huang Jiucheng explained. “Moreover, cultivation often depends on comprehension and fate.”
"With abundant blessings and good fortune, even a young person can glimpse the secrets of heaven. If one's talent is average, and both blessings and good fortune are of low quality, one may only be able to grope around outside the threshold of martial arts throughout one's life."
"I understand." Li Yijin nodded slowly.
On a whim, Huang Jiucheng thought Li Yijin must have talent if she practiced martial arts, but before he could speak, he suddenly felt a chill and shouted, "Oh no, stop the car..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a large dump truck came from the opposite direction of the convoy and crashed into it with a loud bang, scattering the convoy to pieces.
The lead cars were knocked over and rolled to one side, their windows shattered. One of the cars was crushed and deformed, and the bodyguard inside was probably dead.
Li Yijin's car was specially made; the huge impact shattered the glass, but it didn't break completely, and the airbags inside had already deployed.
Even though he had the cultivation level of the Heavenly Realm, Huang Jiucheng, who was protecting Li Yijin, had lost an arm.
Then dozens of cars surrounded the vehicle, and several people picked up gasoline cans and poured gasoline around the specially made bulletproof car.
"They're going to burn us alive!" Huang Jiucheng's expression changed drastically. He stretched out his intact hand, gathered his energy, and roared.
Boom... He slammed open the damaged car door with his palm, and with a swift movement, he leaped out like a tiger.
Even though it was only one hand, he was still a master of the Heavenly Realm. With a flick of his arm, a roar like a tiger's howl was uttered, the unique skill of Songyue Sect, the White Tiger Technique.
With a whoosh, the powerful force sent those holding gasoline flying.
At the same time, someone holding a pistol fired several shots at him.
Huang Jiucheng dodged several bullets with a quick movement, and at the same time, he used all his true energy to create dozens of pebbles that floated in mid-air. As he unleashed his true energy, the pebbles retaliated.
A muffled groan was heard, and the gunmen fell to the ground.
"Hurry up." Seeing Li Yijin climb out of the car, Huang Jiucheng stepped forward to protect her.
But just then, a sword aura suddenly came from behind him.
Huang Jiucheng's pupils shrank. This was a master of the Heavenly Realm, and the opponent's strength was definitely no less than his own.
He turned around abruptly, grabbed with his right palm, and used all his inner energy to try and kill his opponent.
However, as soon as he turned around, a flash of sword light appeared, and a sword pierced straight through his chest.
*Thud...* Blood splattered everywhere; Huang Jiucheng's palm strike ultimately failed to land.
The other person was dressed in black and wore a mask, but the sword in his hand was slowly stabbing deeper into his chest.
The icy sword intent instantly filled his entire body, and his eight extraordinary meridians seemed to be frozen at that moment.
"Han Qingjian, are you... from the Xuan Yang Sect?" Huang Jiucheng stared intently at the other party.
“You got it right.” The other person raised an eyebrow and suddenly drew his sword.
"Uncle Huang!" Li Yijin screamed shrilly.
"Miss, hurry up and go..." Huang Jiucheng knelt down with a thud, his eyes drooped, and his life force quickly disappeared.
"Take her away." The attacker glanced coldly at Li Yijin.
Several assassins rushed forward to grab Li Yijin.
Just then, the martial arts expert who had launched the sneak attack suddenly felt a twitch in his eyelids and shouted hoarsely, "Get out of the way!"
As he shouted, he suddenly leaped up and hid behind a rock.
As he dodged, Li Yijin threw out a talisman.
With a hum, a burst of fire condensed, like lava, and then spread out in a fan shape in all directions.
The five or six assassins who were close to Li Yijin were all enveloped in crimson lava.
Without struggle or screams, the six figures froze in place, instantly turning into charred remains.
Li Yijin reached into a brocade pouch and, with trembling hands, took out several talismans.
The attacker, who had narrowly escaped the attack, narrowly narrowed his eyes. He could tell that these talismans were drawn by a master; they contained lightning, fire, and ice blades. Once thrown out, even he would not be able to dodge them.
Being a master, he moved swiftly. Before Li Yijin could throw out the talismans, a pebble flew out rapidly and struck Li Yijin on the back of the head with a loud crack.
Li Yijin's head lolled to the side, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Ye Xingchen, who was having tea with Xia Hanyue at Yuansheng headquarters, suddenly stood up, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Xia Hanyue also stood up.
"Li Yijin is in trouble." Ye Xingchen quickly walked outside, taking out his phone and making a call as he went.
He sensed it just now; Li Yijin used the Five Elements Spiritual Fire Talisman, a talisman he had imbued with a trace of his divine sense. As soon as the other party used it, he could immediately sense it.
"The Chen family has made a move?" Xia Hanyue's expression changed slightly, and she quickly picked up the phone to call for help.
Ye Xingchen arrived at the scene quickly. The elevated road had been closed, and vehicles were being diverted to get on and off.
On a road in the suburbs, a dump truck crashed into several vehicles, leaving them mangled.
Bai Zilin was the first to arrive at the scene, where a large number of police officers had already cordoned off the area.
"Ye Xingchen, you're here?" Bai Zilin was racking her brains trying to figure out how to investigate the clues when Ye Xingchen arrived. She felt relieved, as if she had found a pillar of support.
"How is the situation?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"More than twenty people died, and my cousin is missing." Bai Zilin sighed.
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