"Mr. Ye, please wait for this old man, Mr. Ye..."
Ye Fei’s speed was extrely fast, and Qian Wenhong discovered that he couldn’t catch up for a mont!
Gasping for breath as he reached Ye Fei’s side, Qian Wenhong once again apologized with a full face of regret:
"Mr. Ye, he is just a junior, please don’t hold it against him."
"Rest assured, after I return, I will surely punish him severely!"
Ye Fei stopped in his tracks, looking leisurely at Qian Wenhong.
"Considering the favor you did by helping out, I’ll spare him this ti. If there’s a next ti, hmph!"
Ye Fei snorted coldly, and the marble floor beneath his feet instantly cracked, spreading like a spider web in all directions!
Qian Wenhong was stunned and quickly waved his hands:
"You can rest assured, there absolutely won’t be a next ti!"
"That’s good to hear." Ye Fei nodded, taking another glance at Qian Wenhong.
"Is there anything else?"
When asked, Qian Wenhong was taken aback and then sheepishly said:
"As Mr. Ye has seen, I am nearly a hundred years old, and my cultivation... has been stuck at the Houtian eighth level for a long ti, without any breakthrough. I would like to ask for guidance from Mr. Ye’s venerable master, to break through my predicant."
As he spoke the last words, Qian Wenhong’s old face turned red.
Although he was second-in-command at the Ancient Martial Arts Association, in terms of strength, he could only rank in the top five.
"I understand."
Ye Fei nodded and turned to leave.
"That villa at the foot of the mountain is your ho, right? Just wait there after the Qianyuan Competition."
Qian Wenhong’s face lit up with joy, and he quickly bowed with his fists:
"Thank you, Mr. Ye!"
...
Ye Fei let Luo Qiuyu know with a word, then hailed a taxi on the roadside to return ho.
"The Xiao Family’s matter is not yet resolved, but there’s already a rough outline."
"After this competition is over, I’ll personally visit your Xiao Family."
"For now... it’s best to focus on raising my strength."
Ye Fei sighed.
In retrospect, as the dical Saint Venerable, he stood unrivaled throughout the ages, and all who saw him trembled in fear.
Yet now, he had been threatened repeatedly by an insignificant Shenyou Palace, truly a disgrace.
"And Shenyou Palace, along with the Pangu Sect, I’ll let you jump around a little longer, your days of happiness are drawing to a close."
Having said that, Ye Fei cald his mind.
He operated the Spirit Gathering Array, drawing in nature’s spiritual energy.
He was already at the Houtian Eighth Level, not far from a major breakthrough.
Ye Fei deliberately slowed the pace of absorbing nature’s spiritual energy, firm and steady.
A night passed and Ye Fei did not stop his cultivation, continuing to solidify his foundation.
It wasn’t until the next day, when a clear chi emanated from within Ye Fei’s body, that he finally opened his eyes.
"Clang—"
A beam of sharp light shot out, like a sword drawn from its sheath, engraving deep marks on a huge stone in the courtyard.
"Houtian Ninth Level, it won’t take long before I achieve a breakthrough," said Ye Fei as he got up, dusting himself off.
He walked outside the Yunwu Villa complex, grabbed a casual al, and when he turned around, saw a red Continental parked at the community’s entrance.
It seed to notice Ye Fei, for its headlights flashed and a girl jumped out from the driver’s seat.
It was Luo Qiuyu.
"Mr. Ye, this way."
Ye Fei got into the passenger seat, but Luo Qiuyu didn’t start the car right away, prompting him to ask curiously:
"What’s the matter?"
Luo Qiuyu hesitated for a long ti, then stuttered:
"I’m sorry, Mr. Ye!"
Seeing her like this, Ye Fei was also taken aback.
"What’s wrong?"
"It was all because of the day before yesterday that Qian Mingjie provoked you..."
"It’s no big deal," Ye Fei said, nonchalantly waving his hand, leaning back in the seat, "That old fellow Qian Wenhong has already co to apologize to . I don’t hold a grudge."
"Hurry up and drive; if we’re any later, the competition will have started."
Seeing this, Luo Qiuyu said no more and started the car.
...
Ye Fei’s several ruthless moves had already spread far and wide.
Now, tickets for matches involving Ye Fei were fetching sky-high prices.
Despite this, the spectator stands were still packed to the brim.
Outside the competition venue, Wang Jianglong had been waiting for so ti.
Upon seeing Ye Fei, he quickly approached, saying:
"Your opponent today is very weak, only at the Houtian Third Level, and we’ve checked, he has no connection with Shenyou Palace whatsoever."
"Hmm," Ye Fei nodded.
"This is the 128 to 64 round. The next match is scheduled for tomorrow, so prepare accordingly."
Ye Fei nodded again and strode into the venue.
"Ye Fei!"
Soone in the spectator stands recognized the figure in white, calling out loudly.
"Ye Fei!"
"Ye Fei!"
"Ye Fei!"
Countless people joined in the shouting, watching Ye Fei with eyes full of anticipation.
The person in question remained expressionless as he quickly ascended the arena.
The referee, brimming with excitent, was introducing the match, but when the opponent saw Ye Fei, his face instantly turned deathly pale!
He had hoped against hope it was just a coincidence of nas.
Now seeing Ye Fei, he felt as though he were already dead.
If they were to start fighting, Ye Fei could likely kill him with one slap!
"I....I admit defeat."
The twenty-sothing-year-old man raised his right hand in dismay, conceding the match.
The referee was startled; he had expected the man to admit defeat, but not so quickly!
He hadn’t even finished warming up the crowd!
Yet, since the opponent had conceded, he wasn’t in a position to judge and had to declare Ye Fei the winner of the day.
The crowd, seeing there was no good show to watch, was filled with complaints, but they had anticipated this outco.
After all, who would step forward to face certain defeat?
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