Chapter 620
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As Shang Muzhong’s words echoed through the air, Qin Wenjun and Chu Yaqin, seated at the viewing platform, exchanged glances.
Qin Wenjun, ever the epitome of refined elegance, offered a gentle smile and replied, “Uncle Shang, it’s not that I’m unwilling, but the truth is, I’m simply no match for Ye Wushuang.”
Chu Yaqin echoed his sentiments, “The Hundred Nations Martial Contest is just around the corner, and I have no desire to cross paths with him.”
Hearing these responses from the two prodigies, Shang Muzhong cursed inwardly. This was indeed a plan orchestrated solely by the Shang clan to eliminate Ye Wushuang. However, if he could involve Qin Wenjun and Chu Yaqin, it would imply that this was a collective decision by the five great clans. But it seemed these two prodigies were not so easily swayed.
Turning his attention to Shang Gufeng, Xiao Ruonan, and Liu Yingyue, Shang Muzhong said directly, “You three, there’s no need to kill Ye Wushuang. Just delay him for a moment.”
“Ruxue and I will take care of that seventh-level old servant. Once he’s gone, Ye Wushuang will be as good as dead.”
Shang Muzhong was internally conflicted. He worried that if Xiao Ruonan, Shang Gufeng, and Liu Yingyue joined forces, they might kill Ye Wushuang, but he also feared that Ye Wushuang might kill them instead. He didn’t want Ye Wushuang to die! There were too many secrets hidden within Ye Wushuang. Capturing him and interrogating him thoroughly could uncover even greater secrets of the Ye clan, secrets that could significantly enhance the power of the Shang clan.
But he also worried… Had Ye Wushuang truly exerted his full strength when he killed Liu Yiyu?
“Uncle Six!” Shang Gufeng interrupted his thoughts. “You focus on dealing with that old man. We’ll handle this one.”
“Be careful,” Shang Muzhong warned.
“Of course,” came the confident response.
At that moment, Shang Muzhong and Shang Ruxue’s gazes locked onto He Bo. He Bo glanced around, his brows furrowing in concern.
“Master…” He Bo began.
“Hmm…” Ye Wushuang smiled. “It seems we’re in a desperate situation.”
He Bo’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly said, “Master, even if I die, you won’t.”
Ye Wushuang looked at He Bo and said gently, “What are you thinking? I won’t let you die, even if you want to.”
“It may seem like a desperate situation, but it’s only what it seems,” Ye Wushuang added.
He Bo was taken aback by these words. Could it be that his master had known all along that today would bring a crisis?
Ye Wushuang scanned the surroundings. The martial contest at Qingyun Academy had drawn a large crowd, with thousands gathered around the arena. Now, most people had retreated to the edges of the Yuanjin Formation, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire. Only those from powerful clans, like Qin Wenjun and Chu Yaqin, who had Heavenly Gang realm guards, remained at the viewing platform.
Ye Wushuang chuckled and said, “These past few months, I’ve been healing Mu Junli for nothing. It’s time to put the people of Qingyun Pavilion to good use!”
“I say, all of you here, didn’t you come to protect me?”
As soon as Ye Wushuang’s words fell, among the many martial artists who had come to watch the contest today, several figures suddenly emerged. These individuals, dressed as merchants, servants, or warriors, gathered around Ye Wushuang.
One of them, shrouded in a dark robe with an eerie and chilling aura, caught Ye Wushuang’s attention. He recognized this person. Back at Qingyun Pavilion, this individual had always been by Qing Mengli’s side, her personal bodyguard.
“Master Ye…” the robed figure began.
Ye Wushuang remembered him well. “You are…”
“I am Qing Xian,” the robed figure replied with a respectful gesture. “By the orders of the Imperial Princess, I have been secretly following Master Ye these past few days.”
Ye Wushuang smiled and said, “Not just these past few days, right? It was only recently. The last time in the capital, when you suddenly disappeared, didn’t it scare Qing Mengli half to death?”
Qing Xian’s expression faltered for a moment. Ye Wushuang was indeed correct. Qingyun Pavilion had always assigned four early-stage Heavenly Gang realm experts to secretly protect Ye Wushuang. Qing Mengli feared more than anything that the five great clans would assassinate him. When Ye Wushuang was last targeted and disappeared into a spirit formation, only to reappear unscathed, Qing Mengli realized that four early-stage Heavenly Gang realm protectors were not enough.
So, she had dispatched twelve more Heavenly Gang realm experts and even sent her own personal servant, Qing Xian, a seventh-level Heavenly Gang realm powerhouse, to ensure Ye Wushuang’s safety.
Qing Xian smiled and said, “I don’t concern myself with these details. My only job is to make sure Master Ye doesn’t get killed.”
Ye Wushuang nodded and said, “Indeed… we do need you to hold on for a while.”
