An Mingyu's voice abruptly stopped as he was uttering his enemy's name. He screamed in agony, and his lower abdomen began to tremble violently.
His stomach was covered in bulging patches of skin that rolled rapidly.
He suddenly rolled off the bed, his body stiffening, his limbs twitching uncontrollably, just like a zombified zombie.
"Mingyu... Mingyu!" An Zhiguo shouted, but was stopped by the bodyguard. He yelled, "Save my son! Save my son!"
Suddenly, An Mingyu seemed to be nailed to the spot, completely motionless. Then he opened his mouth wide, and a large number of Gu worms poured out of his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, his swollen belly burst open, and countless worms surged out in all directions like a tidal wave.
With a flash, an old man with white hair and beard, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, stepped in. He gave a clear shout, and his right hand instantly changed several hand seals, pointing towards the ground in the distance.
With a whoosh, a ring of fire formed, enveloping the Gu worms. The ring of fire suddenly contracted, accompanied by a piercing sizzling sound and the smell of burning. The Gu worms were burned to ashes.
Yi Anchen, a master of metaphysics, is known as the "National Preceptor".
He stood still in the arena, his expression changing slightly: "Xuanwu Sect, Hundred-Turn Gu."
"Master Yi, please save my son!" An Zhiguo cried out as if he had seen a savior.
However, An Mingyu's abdomen was now forcibly stretched open, and his body lay stiffly on the ground. His eyes were wide open like copper bells, and they were already cold to the touch.
"Master An, I'm late. Your son... has already passed away." Yi Anchen sighed softly, "Please accept my condolences."
“Mingyu…” An Zhiguo cried out in despair, then knelt down on the ground with a thud, holding his son’s body and weeping uncontrollably.
“Patriarch An, judging from their methods, it seems to be the method of the Xuanwu Sect in the deep mountains of Yunnan and Guizhou in the southwest. Have you offended the Xuanwu Sect?” Yi Anchen asked with a serious expression.
“I don’t know anything about the Xuanwu Cult. All I know is that they killed my son,” An Zhiguo roared. “No matter who they are, I will make them pay for my son’s life.”
Yi Anchen sighed softly, wanting to say something, but held back. An Zhiguo was currently grieving the loss of his son, so there was nothing he could say.
An Mingyu's body was covered with a white sheet and carried out. Only then did An Zhiguo grit his teeth and ask, "Master Yi, what exactly is the Xuanwu Sect?"
“A very mysterious sect that worships the Witch God and raises Gu poisons. They are very difficult to deal with.” Yi Anchen shook his head: “Patriarch An, I suggest you consider this carefully.”
“My son is dead. No matter who the other party is, I will make them pay the price. Master Yi… I beg you to help me with this matter.” An Zhiguo’s eyes were red.
"Alright, the old master of the An family did me a favor when he was alive, so I won't sit idly by in this matter."
Yi Anchen nodded. He didn't want to get involved in the conflict, but he owed the An family ancestors a favor, which he couldn't leave unpaid.
In a secluded villa, Sato Matsuichi looked serious.
Several Japanese samurai carried Ida's body out and placed it on the ground.
“Mr. Sato, Ida committed seppuku. His opponent was a master who used his powerful internal energy to break Ida’s sword and then humiliated him.”
A subordinate said with a serious expression, "Iida committed suicide in anger. He did not disgrace our great nation."
"Send him back to his hometown and give him a proper burial." Sato bowed deeply to Ida's body.
When he looked up, his face was filled with murderous intent: "It seems we all underestimated the strength of our opponent."
"We must conquer the Star Group. Whether it's the Soul-Locking Pill or the Wound Medicine, they are our hope for rise."
“But Ye Xingchen has many supporters, and his strength is unfathomable,” a warrior said through gritted teeth. “We need help.”
"Go and request headquarters to send Yagyu Yuuma, the number one swordsman in Japan, to China," Sato said coldly. "We must eliminate Ye Xingchen."
"Furthermore, the Nine Chrysanthemums lineage should prepare to seize the Jade Slip Heavenly Book and use the blood of the Guardian to sacrifice to the Heavenly Book. Whether our great nation can rise with the help of the Chinese destiny depends on this do-or-die battle."
"Hello." Several warriors bowed deeply with solemn expressions.
Looking at the battle report delivered to him by Xingchen Group, Ye Xingchen was quite satisfied.
"The mission was completed, but when I activated the Gu array on the hospital rooftop, I sensed a powerful psychic force."
Su Jin said, "The other party must be a master of the Xuanmen sect. He broke my Gu formation with his mental power."
“The Director of the Heavenly Secrets Bureau, Yi Anchen,” Ye Xingchen said calmly. “He has a good relationship with the An family.”
"Do you need me to get rid of him?" Su Jin asked casually, as if life and death were nothing more than commonplace matters to her.
"That won't be necessary. After all, he's the number one metaphysical expert in Tianji. It would be troublesome if he really died." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "Whether his relationship with the An family is good or not, it's just a matter of favors between people."
“If it really involves a conflict of interest, I don’t think he would protect the An family to the death.”
"Alright, if you need to kill someone, come to me." Su Jin produced a Gu gu in her hand and said leisurely, playing with it.
"Alright, young lady, where does such a murderous intent come from?" Ye Xingchen was somewhat speechless.
Although Su Jin is not a ruthless female demon, she has been taught by several masters of poison from the Xuanwu Sect since childhood, and her temperament is much stronger than that of her peers.
“Never be soft-hearted towards the enemy; this is what my masters taught me,” Su Jin said solemnly.
Ye Xingchen smiled wryly, truly unsure whether keeping her by his side was the right or wrong decision.
"Boss, that Japanese guy is here again." Just then, Zhou Dazhu walked in.
“Sato Matsuichi? I’ll go meet him.” Ye Xingchen raised an eyebrow slightly and stood up.
In the reception room, Sato Matsuichi sat there calmly and steadily.
Seeing Ye Xingchen enter, he smiled slightly: "Mr. Ye, we meet again."
"I don't really want to see you," Ye Xingchen said indifferently. "Just say what's on your mind, I don't have much time."
“I’d like to talk to you alone,” Sato Matsuichi said with a smile.
"You can go out now," Ye Xingchen waved his hand.
"Yes, boss." Zhou Dazhu glanced at Sato Matsuichi, then turned and walked out.
He wasn't worried about this guy using underhanded tactics; he knew Ye Xingchen's strength.
"Speak, what do you want to talk about?" Ye Xingchen asked.
“Mr. Ye is a rare talent,” Sato said slowly. “I would love to do things with someone like Mr. Ye.”
"I would like to invite Mr. Ye to visit our Japan and experience our local customs and culture. If possible, I would like to invite Mr. Ye to join our Nico."
"Are you trying to recruit me?" Ye Xingchen asked in surprise. "You must be mistaken. I'm not one of your Japanese."
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