"An open and fair opportunity?"
Ye Qianzhong beca even more puzzled.
As a martial artist, he devoted most of his thoughts to cultivation and was really not skilled in playing political tricks.
"Yes, if conspiracy won't work, then let's play with open strategies. He's coming to Wu City for no other reason than for Yan Mingyu. By the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, on the day of Mingyu's marriage, that kid will definitely co to the Ye Family. I'll arrange for more experts to be present, and with your aid, even if he has the abilities of a three-headed six-ard being, we'll certainly be able to capture him.
Besides, the Shen Family is also preparing, so there will definitely be experts coming from their side as well. If that kid dares to snatch the bride, the Shen Family's experts will not sit idly by. After we catch him, I want to skin him, pull out his tendons, eat his flesh, and drink his blood!"
Ye Haolong gritted his teeth and glared, his tone as sinister as Yama from Yama's Palace.
The enormous Ye Family, which had dominated the south for decades, had never suffered such a loss before. With a core mber gone, they lost control over the Southern Martial Alliance.
The magnitude of the loss was simply imasurable.
Not to ntion the pent-up frustration of knowing who the murderer was, but being completely powerless to do anything about it.
It was driving Ye Haolong mad!
"Good, Xiao Long, let's do as you suggest. On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, I'll personally take down that youngster!"
Ye Qianzhong nodded deeply.
The next day.
Qin Yu was still holed up in a hotel sleeping, but explosive news spread through Wu City: Ye Haozhan, the third in the Ye Family and the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch of the south, had been killed by the martial artist from the martial underworld, Wu Feng.
Because Wu Feng's face was switched onto Qin Yu, only three people knew about it: the "Poison King," Ye Haozhan, and Ye Haolong.
The first two were dead, and Ye Haolong wasn't stupid enough to tell others that it was their Ye Family who first frad Qin Yu, only to have Ye Haozhan killed by Qin Yu in a counterplot.
As a result, Ye Haozhan's trusted confidants believed that Wu Feng was the killer, especially since the surveillance of the Martial Alliance had recorded it all very clearly.
Of course, the police would get involved in such a matter as well, sweeping the city to capture "Wu Feng," which had nothing to do with Qin Yu.
Around twelve noon.
Qin Yu finally opened his eyes. What a great sleep that was.
If the Ye Family wasn't too foolish, they definitely wouldn't dare provoke him during these few days. Otherwise, he could re-enter the Ye Family as Wu Feng and, upon capturing any important mbers, they would be powerless against him.
Who could prove that Wu Feng was him, after all?
He even had to thank the Ye Family for coming up with such a vicious plan, which inadvertently beca a powerful weapon in his own hands.
For the next few days, he decided to hide out in the hotel, simultaneously cultivating and studying the heritage acquired from Li Jiutian, in search of sothing useful to serve as a trump card.
After pondering for a while, he used the hotel's landline to call Pei Luoyan and asked her to send him so dicinal materials and clothes.
He didn't know what thod that damn "Poison King" had used to put Wu Feng's mask on his face - it simply wouldn't peel off.
He didn't want to live his life with that face, so he needed the dicinal materials to boil into hot water and soak in, hoping to remove the mask.
He also asked her to bring a new phone and SIM card, it would be handy to contact people in an ergency.
After hanging up the phone, Qin Yu began to sort through the information in his mind.
In his lifeti, Li Jiutian had learned too many martial arts and skills, and he was also a mber of the Wu Clan, having mastered many of their secret arts.
There must be one or two life-saving techniques among them.
Of course, he wouldn't touch those that were too malevolent, but would look for sothing that was easy to master and had formidable power.
Huh...
Is this thing for real?
After searching through the information in his mind for a while, Qin Yu found sothing called a "Thunder Talisman."
It involves grinding thunderstruck wood into powder, then mixing it into cinnabar to draw a talisman. Because thunderstruck wood contains a small amount of ions, when turned into a talisman, it imbues the talisman with conductive properties.
If, by chance, it's a thunderstorm with lightning flashing and thunder rolling, a martial artist can use True Qi to ignite the "Thunder Talisman," causing the thunderclouds in the sky to respond and directly strike down lightning.
It must be noted that under normal circumstances, the Thunder Talisman will not work; it only has an effect during a thunderstorm.
At that ti, the clouds and the ground will form positive and negative pressure, with increasing charges creating an electric field.
With the addition of the electrified particles from the thunderstruck wood as a prir, the effect of the Thunder Talisman beca evident.
"Damn, this thing's too magical. I must create a couple of them to keep as trump cards for self-defense."
Qin Yu felt sowhat excited. Compared to profound martial arts techniques, which often required ten to twenty years of cultivation, the Thunder Talisman only required finding thunderstruck wood and inscribing it with talisman according to the Taoist Five Thunder Talisman thod.
The only difficulty here was that it was rather hard to find thunderstruck wood containing pure electrified particles.
As for cinnabar and Talisman Paper, many antique shops sold them.
After Qin Yu made up his mind, he peacefully began his cultivation.
Half an hour later.
Clang...
"It's , Pei Luoyan!"
Pei Luoyan's voice ca from the door.
"Coming!"
Qin Yu opened his eyes and walked to the door to open it.
"You all are here!"
Besides Pei Luoyan, Murong Qingcheng, the little cabbage, was also at the doorway.
"You are...?"
Both beauties showed puzzled and cautious expressions.
"Fell for a trick!"
Qin Yu shrugged his shoulders.
"Right, Wu Feng was killed by us, how could he possibly have survived!"
Pei Luoyan let out a sigh of relief and, along with Murong Qingcheng, walked into the room.
"Here, the dicinal herbs you wanted!"
Pei Luoyan placed a bag of dicinal herbs on the coffee table, then asked, "Qin Yu, what exactly are you up to? That... Ye Haozhan..."
"Hehe..."
Qin Yu just smiled faintly.
Pei Luoyan and her companion had personally killed Wu Feng, and now Wu City was buzzing with rumors that Wu Feng killed Ye Haozhan, so naturally, they guessed that Ye Haozhan was killed by them.
"You guys rest for a bit, I'm going to see if I can restore my original appearance!"
Qin Yu threw the dicinal herbs into an electric kettle, then started boiling it with so tap water.
"By the way, Sister Yan, do you know where there's an antique shop nearby? I want to buy so stuff!"
Qin Yu looked at Pei Luoyan and asked.
Since she had spent a slightly longer ti in Wu City, she definitely was more familiar with the surroundings than him.
"Xuanyuan Pavilion!"
Pei Luoyan nad a place, then added, "The largest antique shop in Wu City. They also auction off so rare items from ti to ti."
"Good, I'll go check it out later!"
After Qin Yu spoke, he began assembling the cell phone Pei Luoyan had brought and finally made a call to Elder Yan to ask him to transfer so money into his bank account.
By then, the bitter sll of the dicinal herbs was emanating from the kettle.
Qin Yu, holding the kettle, walked into the bathroom, poured the contents into the washbasin, tempered it with so cold water, and then soaked his face in it.
After a few minutes, he felt a sticky sensation on his face, and when he wiped it with his hand, a very elastic mask peeled off.
Looking up into the mirror, his face, handso as hell, was finally restored!
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