At night, a body was carried up to a villa in the suburbs.
Yuuma Yagyu, who never let go of his sword, had put it aside. He looked at the corpse covered with a white sheet in front of him with a sorrowful expression.
He reached out, wanting to lift the white sheet covering the corpse, but hesitated several times and ultimately dared not.
Finally, he made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and reached out to lift the white cloth, revealing a familiar face underneath.
Oda, his junior brother, is now lifeless and has gone to meet the Yamata no Okami.
The moment he saw his junior brother's body, Yagyu Yuuma fell silent. A wave of sorrow washed over him. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.
Having been famous for twenty years, he should have long since seen through life and death, indifferent to joy or sorrow. However, when he saw his junior brother, with whom he had depended for life, die, he was still filled with immense grief.
"Lord Oda fought Ye Xingchen in the deep valley. He used all three swords of the Sorrowful Autumn Sword, but he was no match for his opponent." Sato's voice was heavy: "In the end, he lost his life at the hands of Ye Xingchen, but Lord Oda used the sword sheath itself to die without falling. He is truly a role model for us."
After Sato Matsu finished speaking, he stood up straight and, along with everyone else, bowed deeply to Oda No's corpse.
“Junior brother, you entered the sect three years after me. Master taught us the Sorrowful Autumn Sword.” Yagyu Yuzuru murmured, “In recent years, he has been devoted to the way of the sword. Below me, he is invincible in Japan.”
“When the Three Swords of the Sorrowful Autumn Sword are unleashed, even ghosts and gods would give way, yet my junior brother still died at the hands of Ye Xingchen. What a China, what a Ye Xingchen.” Yagyu Yuma slowly raised his head.
He made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand, and with a whoosh, the Congyun Sword was already in his hand.
"Junior brother, may you have a safe journey."
Suddenly, Yagyu Yuuma pointed forward with his Murakumo sword, his samurai outfit fluttering in the wind, and with a slash in the air with his right hand, he unleashed the Sorrowful Autumn Sword.
A lifetime of resentment, two lifetimes of joy, a sorrowful autumn traveler...
The Sorrowful Autumn Sword has four forms, created by a master from Japan who traveled to China and gained insights from his studies.
Oda Nobunaga's three sword techniques were already virtually invincible in Japan, but when Sato Matsuichi wielded them, their power was even greater.
With a swift slash of his sword, Murakumo, Yagyu Yuuma let out a clear shout, and a beam of sword light shot into the sky, swirling and elusive.
This is the final move of the Sorrowful Autumn Sword, the Seven Calamities Slash.
After the final move, he held the heavens with his sword, but the grief in his heart was hard to suppress. He suddenly roared, and with a swish of his sword, a sword aura shot into the sky.
With a series of sharp cracks, a powerful gust of air swept out, snapping up a row of large trees of similar thickness.
Yagyu Yuuma's expression turned solemn, his face filled with murderous intent. He had comprehended the fifth move of the Sorrowful Autumn Sword, and in that instant, his strength surged.
"Congratulations, Mr. Yagyu, on your further improvement." Sato Matsuichi's expression brightened with joy: "Sir, we have changed our plans."
"We must seize the Jade Slip Heavenly Book, but we cannot wait for anyone else. We must forcefully open the Dragon Vein Blessed Land and forcibly borrow its fortune through human sacrifice."
"Don't worry, Mr. Sato, I will definitely obtain the Jade Slip Heavenly Book, kill Ye Xingchen, and clear all obstacles for our Apocalypse Plan," Yagyu Yuzuru said in a deep voice.
“That’s good. I and Shenwu Youtai from the Jiuju lineage will head to the southwestern Yunnan and Guizhou regions first. Our biggest obstacle is Ye Xingchen.” Sato Matsu nodded: “Sir, please be sure to hold off Ye Xingchen and prevent him from interfering with our grand plan.”
"How many people are needed for a human sacrifice?" Yagyu Yuuma asked.
“The blood of three thousand True Immortals—but China is so vast, who would even know if three thousand were missing?” Sato Matsu’s face twisted in disbelief.
Star Group, President's Office.
Qin Yue handed Ye Xingchen a financial statement: "Financial situation for the last quarter."
"Did you lose money?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"No, because our various new drugs have been launched and the market feedback on their effects is excellent, so orders are already booming."
Qin Yue said, "Various orders have already impacted the market worth tens of billions. President Yun has applied to expand the production base of traditional Chinese medicine, but the amount of funds involved is too large, so I came to consult you about whether to approve it or not."
"Approved." Ye Xingchen replied with only one word.
"Are you sure?" Qin Yue glanced at Ye Xingchen: "President Yun has a firm grip on several key teams in the company, you could say he controls the company's lifeline. Aren't you worried at all?"
"What do I have to worry about? She won't betray me." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, glancing sideways at Qin Yue: "Are you jealous?"
"No," Qin Yue said, somewhat annoyed. "I was just reminding you that the business world is like a battlefield, so be careful."
"You're just jealous." Ye Xingchen grabbed Qin Yue and placed her on his lap.
Then, with a casual gesture, his hand touched the smooth, rounded area—a knee-length skirt, which made it easy for Ye Xingchen to touch it.
"Stop! This is the company. Aren't you afraid of being seen?" Qin Yue was both embarrassed and anxious.
Last time in the office, she was almost bumped into by her subordinate, and she fought back fiercely.
But who is Ye Xingchen? He made his fortune through dual cultivation techniques. With a few flirtations and a breath on her earlobe, Qin Yue was immediately defeated.
She closed her eyes, leaned back, and pressed herself tightly against Ye Xingchen's body.
Ye Xingchen reached into her back and skillfully lifted her chest, instantly freeing her from the restraints.
Just as an inevitable battle was about to break out, the door was suddenly smashed open from the outside.
Qin Yue was so frightened she almost screamed, but luckily she reacted quickly, stood up, stood next to Ye Xingchen, and quietly straightened her skirt, forcing herself to remain calm.
Ye Xingchen was a little annoyed. Who was it that came in without knocking?
But when he saw who it was, his temper vanished instantly. The person who came in was Du Fang. She looked excited and was breathing slightly heavily, completely unaware of Qin Yue's unusual behavior inside the room.
"What's wrong? You haven't left the house for the past few days?" Ye Xingchen asked in surprise. Du Fang's hair was messy and she had dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating that she hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.
“Cancer-reducing pills…” Du Fang stopped abruptly when she realized someone was in the room. She quickly shut up: “I have something to report to you privately.”
"I'm going out first." Qin Yue tossed her hair, quickly walked out, and rushed to the bathroom.
She found herself becoming more and more dependent on Ye Xingchen; with just a casual flick of his wrist, she was like a flood bursting forth.
"Has it been successfully developed?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Yes, it's ready for mass production and will be available on the market soon." Du Fang said excitedly, then hugged Ye Xingchen tightly and kissed him several times.
Ye Xingchen was both amused and exasperated. Was she deliberately taking advantage of her success?
"I've done you such a great service, how are you going to thank me?" Du Fang wrapped her arms around Ye Xingchen's neck, refusing to let go.
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