C13 It's so Expensive to Charge It

Ye Feilong executed the Ye family's three martial arts techniques with such fluidity that they seemed to merge into a single, seamless skill. Without a moment's delay, he shattered Li Qianfan's defenses and landed a heavy elbow on Li Qianfan's forehead.

Li Qianfan was sent flying backward, his eyes wide with astonishment.

His companions, as well as the onlookers, were equally stunned. No one had anticipated that Li Qianfan would be the one to falter first in their confrontation.

"The Young Master is invincible!"

Now it was Lau Jiuyue's turn to exclaim in jubilation.

"How can this be? Damn it!"

Li Qianfan struggled to accept that he had been repelled twice by someone he considered a broken man, his face twisting into a grotesque snarl. With his left hand, he clutched the sword sheath and with his right, he reached for the hilt, intent on drawing his blade.

Whoosh!

A swift sound sliced through the air.

Ye Feilong was suddenly before Li Qianfan.

"Clang!"

A sword was drawn, its blade gleaming coldly.

But it was not Li Qianfan who had unsheathed the weapon; it was Ye Feilong. With deft footwork, he had closed in on Li Qianfan with lightning speed, preemptively drawing the sword and effectively disarming him.

"You..."

Li Qianfan gasped in shock, stumbling backward.

The sword glinted sharply, and then it was through Li Qianfan's chest, the bright red of his blood quickly spreading across his garment.

It had happened too quickly.

Both Li Qianfan's followers and the bystanders were slow to comprehend the turn of events.

What had just occurred?

Li Qianfan, ranked just below Ye Feilong among the top ten prodigies, had not only been bested by an elbow strike but had also had his sword effortlessly taken and used to pierce his body by a man whose dantian was supposedly ruined.

"You... How is this possible!"

Li Qianfan was in utter disbelief.

It made no sense. Even if Ye Feilong's dantian had been intact, he shouldn't have been so overwhelmingly powerful, much less with a destroyed dantian.

Could it be that my older brother was mistaken?

No, that's not possible. When Ye Feilong made his move, there truly were no signs of Genuine Qi fluctuation.

That makes it all the more incredible and hard to believe.

Was he really bested so easily by someone whose dantian was destroyed?

"Impossible, impossible..."

Lee Qianfan shook his head in disbelief.

Ye Feilong remained silent, his lips curling into a cold sneer, looking as though he was about to draw his sword.

"Don't, please don't draw it... I mean, Young Master Ye, Young Master Long, Patriarch Ye, let's talk this through, please, don't draw your sword..."

Lee Qianfan's left hand quickly clutched the sword, his hand instantly drenched in blood – some from his chest wound, some from where the blade had sliced his palm. He raised his right hand in a gesture of defense.

Lee Qianfan was cowed.

The so-called 'worthless' Ye Feilong was anything but worthless, especially to him. He was not only far from worthless, but he was also formidable. Whether Ye Feilong was truly worthless no longer mattered. What mattered was that if the sword was drawn, Lee Qianfan might very well die.

If he died, the pride, glory, and prosperity of the Lee family would be irrelevant to him. All the things of this world would cease to matter.

Only the living can possess everything.

The dead are fit only for a coffin.

And so, he wanted to live.

"Exactly, Young Master, please don't draw your sword. Let's discuss this calmly."

"Young Master, if you kill our young master, there will be no turning back for our families. Do you truly wish for us to go to war?"

"Young Master Ye, let's talk this out. Our young master was only jesting with you earlier. Please, don't take it to heart!"

The men Lee Qianfan had brought with him had also snapped out of their shock. Now, when they looked at Ye Feilong, their eyes were devoid of the scorn and mockery that had once been there. They were far less capable than Lee Qianfan, and if Lee Qianfan was so easily overpowered, they stood even less of a chance.

Li Qianfan was cowering like a beaten dog, and they were all on edge.

If Li Qianfan were to die here, they knew they'd be in for a rough time back home. So they quickly began to beg for mercy.

"Can't we talk this out?"

Ye Feilong gave a cold laugh.

"Yes, let's talk, please."

Li Qianfan pleaded urgently, "If you spare me... I'll pay for my life. Young Master Ye, I'll buy my life with money. I've brought a lot of money today, see? All this money, I'll give it all to you."

Li Qianfan pulled out a stack of bills with his right hand and a handful of coins with his left, among them two gold coins and several silver ones.

Ye Feilong took the money, his expression suddenly blank as he fixated on the coins in his hand.

A notification on his phone read, "Detected rechargeable metal. Would you like to recharge?"

Were they referring to the money as rechargeable metal?

"Yes," he murmured under his breath.

The two gold coins vanished from his hand.

The phone's battery life increased by 20%.

That meant one gold coin could recharge 10% of the battery.

"That expensive?" Ye Feilong muttered to himself.

A single gold coin was worth a thousand yuan on Earth, meaning it cost a thousand yuan to recharge just 10% of his phone. To fully charge it, he'd have to shell out ten thousand yuan.

Still, the ability to recharge was a blessing, regardless of cost. It was far better than being unable to recharge at all.

He also realized that recharging did indeed require money—specifically gold coins.

But something didn't add up. He had gold coins before he bought the materials, so why couldn't he recharge then?

Ye Feilong remained puzzled.

Meanwhile, Li Qianfan and the onlookers were staring at Ye Feilong in astonishment. They couldn't fathom what he was doing, gawking at the money as if he'd never seen such an amount. It was unthinkable for the young patriarch of the Ye family to be unfamiliar with money. Even more bizarre was the sudden disappearance of the two gold coins—it was utterly magical.

"Do any of you have gold coins? Hand them over now. If not, I'll kill him."

Ye Feilong snapped to attention, swiftly pocketing the cash and silver coins. He then bellowed at the individuals behind Li Qianfan, his hand poised to draw his sword.