C11 Rolling Knife Meat

The killer was taken care of!

Ye Qinghui returned with good news for Zhou Ke'er, who immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

She had anticipated that someone would persist in searching for her within the forest, yet she hadn't expected his arrival so soon.

The other party must have assumed she had already left.

In such a scenario, a bit more delay and it would all be over.

Zhou Ke'er was resolute in not leaving until it was safe.

Time flew by!

Ten more days had slipped away.

They had grown accustomed to their life together, and the thought of it ending seemed almost unsettling.

Zhou Ke'er knew she had to leave, but the question lingered: was she truly ready to go?

Today, it rained.

Despite the rain, Ye Qinghui had to venture out for food.

Specifically, for Zhou Ke'er. He was indifferent to his own hunger; he could make do, but it was unthinkable for her to subsist on wild fruits. They might stave off hunger, but they were hardly a meal.

In Ye Qinghui's absence, a bird sought out Zhou Ke'er.

It perched on the back of her hand and presented a note from beneath its feet.

Upon reading the message, her expression turned grave.

She left the note behind as a simple message: she was returning to her sect. If he had time, he could come to find her; if not, he should wait here until she could return.

But no sooner had Zhou Ke'er departed than the rainwater began to seep through the roof, blurring the ink on the paper until the words were nearly indecipherable.

Today, despite the rain, Ye Qinghui managed to catch a rabbit for her.

It was a challenging feat indeed.

Procuring meat had become an arduous task.

She had returned.

But the person was nowhere to be found.

Only the note remained.

"What message did you leave for me? Couldn't you have covered it up somehow? Now, where am I supposed to find you? Damn it!" Ye Qinghui lamented, staring at the smudged note, his head throbbing with frustration.

Continuing as a solitary cultivator was certainly not the answer.

Once upon a time, having a woman by his side made his days quite pleasant. They would engage in cultivation, have conversations, and the days would simply roll by.

Now, he was alone, haunted by memories of their joyful times together. It felt as if they had broken up, and the creeping loneliness threatened to drive him mad.

If he did lose his mind, his enemies would revel in it.

No, that wouldn't do!

Ye Qinghui resolved to seek refuge with a sect, to cultivate diligently. His goal was to rise to the rank of a Great Elder. When he returned to the place of his downfall, he would stand tall and show them that he wasn't easily defeated.

It was time to leave the mountains!

But first things first, he needed to eat. A full belly would keep the cold at bay. Once warm, he could wait for the rain to stop before setting out.

Time flew by.

The rain ceased.

Ye Qinghui emerged from the mountains.

The most prominent sect there was the Firestriders.

Having determined the direction to the Firestriders, Ye Qinghui dashed off with a clear destination and a firm objective in mind.

At the base of the Firestriders' mountain, he arrived.

Two outer sect disciples stood before him, brandishing sticks to block anyone trying to pass.

So, if Ye Qinghui wished to ascend, he too would be stopped.

"I want to go up!"

"And why would you go up? To enjoy the view? Do you think you can just waltz in here? Do you find it suitable to strut around so arrogantly every day? This is the Firestriders. I am Chen Sanyuan, a senior disciple of the outer sect!"

"Outer sect or inner sect, it doesn't matter to me. I'm here to seek a master and learn. Eventually, I'll defeat you and have you expelled from the sect!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at you, so full of yourself, thinking you can defeat me and get me expelled. You're quite the braggart, aren't you?"

"I've always been this confident. What's it to you? Do I need to check in with you?"

Ye Qinghui stretched out his right hand and pinched the other person's nose with a firm grip, inflicting considerable pain.

"Ow, ow, let go of me, let go!" Chen Sanyuan cried out, desperately clutching at Ye Qinghui's wrist.

But as Ye Qinghui applied more pressure, Chen Sanyuan's pain was so intense that he felt like wailing in agony. It was an awful sensation, one he certainly didn't want to experience.

His hatred was boiling over, and he found himself wanting to lash out violently.

"Look, man, if there's a problem, can't we just talk it out? How about that?"

"Who? Me? Talk to you? Are we even that close?"

"Come on, be serious, okay?"

"Serious? That's not my style. If I were serious, wouldn't that mean I'm plotting something? And if I'm plotting against you, would you be okay with that?"

"Man, don't escalate things to a point of no return. It's too much!"

"Too much is just how I do things. I've always been excessive, and that's not changing anytime soon. What's the issue?"

"Fine, fine, fine!"

Chen Sanyuan was at a loss for how to get through to this person.

His friend, ready to spring into action, was poised for a sneak attack.

Meanwhile, Ye Qinghui's hand flew up in a swift motion, delivering a resounding slap to the other's cheek.

Smack!

The sharp slap left the other person clutching their face, their eyes darkening with a mix of pain and fury.

Filled with rage, they glared at Ye Qinghui, silently pleading for him to stop this excessive behavior.

And Ye Qinghui? He was unrelenting, his right hand poised for another strike, embodying the very essence of ruthlessness, standing there like an embodiment of raw aggression.