C14 Letter

The martial arts competition had concluded.

Everyone in the sect now knew of an individual who, without wielding a sword, had managed to make his senior brother flee in defeat. His strength was not to be taken lightly.

Ye Qinghui glanced at everyone before retiring to rest.

Time flew by!

The following day arrived, and so did Chen Laosan.

He yanked Ye Qinghui from his blanket.

"What's going on?"

Ye Qinghui was quite unhappy with his master. If the master had been genuinely instructing him, that would be one thing. But had he been serious at all? Since his arrival, what had he actually taught?

It didn't really matter if he taught nothing, but what was the point of disturbing his sleep to drag him out like this? What was the master trying to accomplish?

"Deliver a letter!"

The master then gave Ye Qinghui the letter, instructing him to take it to the Jade Garden at the base of the mountain.

Descending the mountain went smoothly; no one hindered Ye Qinghui's progress.

However, his arrival at the Jade Garden was met with complications.

A burly man was blocking the entrance, refusing to let him pass.

Yet, the task was to deliver the letter to the lady boss, meaning he needed to meet her. If entering wasn't an option, then simply handing over the item to her would suffice.

"Could you please give this to the lady boss?"

Ye Qinghui offered the letter to the strong man.

"No!"

The strong man shook his head. His job was to guard the door, not to relay items.

That was Ye Qinghui's concern, not his.

"Fine, step aside. I'll give it to the lady boss myself," Ye Qinghui insisted.

"You're not a regular here. You're not a guest. We're not accepting new guests at the moment, so you cannot enter," the strong man replied firmly.

With the recent flurry of activity, how could they be certain this stranger wasn't a foe? They couldn't take that risk.

The most prudent course of action was to keep him out.

It was simple, really—just keep him outside the door.

"But it's my job to get this to the lady boss!"

"That's your problem," the strong man retorted.

It felt like it was none of my business, so why should I care about you? Do whatever makes you happy.

Ye Qinghui closed his eyes, reminding himself to stay calm.

He was determined not to be manipulated by that infuriating person. If they were crazy, that was their problem, but he wouldn't let it get to him.

Yet, the other person's irritating behavior was really getting under Ye Qinghui's skin.

Damn it, if this kept up, he'd be driven insane.

Ye Qinghui's eyes snapped open, fixing on the muscular man.

The man was full of himself. It didn't matter if you opened your eyes or closed them, squinted or stared wide-eyed; he wouldn't take you seriously, exuding an air of superiority.

Whoosh!

The punch came out of nowhere, aimed straight at Ye Qinghui.

Thud!

The sneak attack was executed flawlessly, catching the muscular man completely off guard.

Now, the man's eyes darkened as he glared at Ye Qinghui.

But Ye Qinghui was unfazed by his stare.

Whether his eyes were dark or bright with celebration, Ye Qinghui was determined to show him the consequences of stirring up trouble.

If this is how you want to communicate, then you're asking not to be spoken to nicely, aren't you?

In that case, there would be no holding back.

The muscular man clenched his club and began to swing it around.

He moved as if he were possessed by the spirit of the Monkey King, his club technique impressively formidable.

But was Ye Qinghui scared or intimidated by his staff skills?

Not at all!

He couldn't care less!

Ye Qinghui watched the man show off his swordplay.

"If I unleash my full strength, I'll beat you to a pulp!"

"With your mouth, you think?" Ye Qinghui retorted.

"Die, die!"

"Well, if it's death you want, it's no skin off my back!" Ye Qinghui said with a nonchalant shrug.

Shua!

He actually made his move.

So infuriating!

How could he completely disregard Ye Qinghui like that? How could he make people so angry, so upset? Well, I'll make sure you understand that you're the reason everything's been turned upside down.

It was as simple as that.

What happened next?

How did things unfold?

The art of stick fighting is certainly not easy.

Over and over it came!

And each time, it failed!

From the current situation, it was clear that continuing this way would lead to nothing but failure!

The strong man's stick skills could no longer be flaunted.

He ceased his attack and fixed his gaze on Ye Qinghui.

"What are you trying to do?"

Ye Qinghui asked, staring back at the man.

"Thoughts, just thoughts!"

"Thoughts about what?"

"About nothing!"

"Alright, so you're picking a fight with me, huh?"

"Yes, I'm picking a fight with you!"

"Then there's no point in talking, right?"

The strong man just shrugged.

This was actually quite good. The strong man could threaten the other, but chose not to, and the other didn't dare to act rashly.

In this way, he kept the other party out of the Jade Garden. As long as they couldn't get in, the problem was solved.

Shua!

Ye Qinghui arrived.

His eerie stride sent shivers down one's spine, like a streak of light swaggering over, and in a flash, it seemed to strike you, intent on inflicting severe harm.

Ye Qinghui flashed a sly smile.

The burly man reminded himself to stay calm and not let the situation spiral into something irreversible. That would be inappropriate.

So what came next?

How did the situation devolve?

It completely fell apart.

Bang, bang!

The attack struck the burly man squarely.

"Stop!"

A graceful figure emerged.

She still had an air of allure about her. She exuded the vibe of a woman in her forties with the youthful charm of someone in her twenties, impeccably maintained.

The newcomer was none other than the proprietress of the Jade Garden, Xiang herself!

Xiang didn't want to get involved in the matter; the more it was stirred up, the bigger it became. Continuing to make a fuss like this was simply pointless.

Her gaze was fixed intently on Ye Qinghui.

As for Ye Qinghui, he maintained a demeanor that was neither submissive nor arrogant. He showed no fear of the other party.