The reason Wanyan Hongchao hadn't yet gone to Jizhou for revenge was simply that he had important duties.
As one of the Four Great Elders, he was responsible for taking turns guarding the herb garden and waiting for the other Elders to erge from their seclusion.
"Brother Wanyan, you mustn't get angry. I said he is the Martial Arts Departnt's most honored guest, and that's exactly what he is. Show so sincerity and apologize for your rudeness at once. Perhaps you'll be allowed to live. If not—" Yan Qingshan said with a grim expression, his aura surging.
"Yan Qingshan, are you fucking threatening ?!" Wanyan Hongchao shot to his feet, his face contorted with rage.
"I'm rely reminding you how to stay alive. Since you refuse to appreciate the gesture, don't bla for fighting you to the death." From the mont Yan Qingshan beca Jiang Xinghai's servant, he had sworn to protect everything about his master—including his honor.
"Fight to the death?"
Wanyan Hongchao suddenly burst out laughing. "Yan Qingshan, you think a re Fourth-Grade Great Venerable like you can fight , a Seventh-Grade Great Venerable, to the death?"
"So what?" Yan Qingshan stepped forward.
"In that case, I'll slaughter you first," Wanyan Hongchao snarled, his face a mask of fury.
"Third Elder, wait!"
Just then, Hu Dashan appeared in their field of view. "Why trouble the Third Elder with these two? I'm more than enough to handle them."
He strode over, shot a single glance at Jiang Xinghai, then walked right past him to stand before Yan Qingshan.
He completely ignored Jiang Xinghai.
"Old Hu, you're going to stand against , too?" Yan Qingshan sounded completely confident.
His confidence stemd entirely from Jiang Xinghai's presence.
"You're the one who doesn't understand the rules, Old Yan. Standing against you is simply my duty as a mber of the Martial Arts Departnt." Hu Dashan had disliked Yan Qingshan for a long ti.
"Old Hu, go tie up that... Mr. Jiang. Old Yan is the one who asked for this fight; how could I possibly back down?" Wanyan Hongchao said grimly.
Yan Qingshan imdiately took a large step back, protectively shielding Jiang Xinghai, who was observing the herb garden. "If anyone takes another step forward, I, Yan Qingshan, swear I'll take one of you down with , even if it costs my life!"
Just then, Jiang Xinghai turned around with an annoyed expression. "Old Yan, first things first. Tell , is this the herb garden of the Central State Martial Arts Departnt?"
He gestured to the herb garden before them, a look of profound disappointnt on his face.
"It is," Yan Qingshan confird.
Jiang Xinghai was deeply disappointed. "To think that the herb garden jointly guarded by the great Martial Arts Departnt and the National dical Hall would have only five First-Grade dicinal herbs, three Second-Grade ones, and a single Third-Grade one! How pathetic."
Moreover, he observed that the garden possessed only a very faint Spiritual Energy, and even the natural fragrance of the herbs themselves was fading.
"So you really did co to plunder the herbs! Damn you!" Wanyan Hongchao exploded with rage.
"I've had enough of your endless barking, you old codger." Jiang Xinghai had been observing the herb garden until now, not participating in the others' dispute.
But now things were different. He had found a stalk of Dragon Scale Bamboo, a Second-Grade Spiritual dicine, standing over half a ter tall and entirely erald green.
Now, it was ti to deal with Wanyan Hongchao and Hu Dashan.
"How audacious!"
Seething with rage, Hu Dashan advanced on Jiang Xinghai. "To be so disrespectful to the Third Elder... Boy, you're dood to die without a proper burial today!"
"Get lost!"
Jiang Xinghai took a step forward and swung his palm.
SMACK!
A single slap sent Hu Dashan flying.
'What?' Wanyan Hongchao was the most shocked, aside from Hu Dashan himself, who had been sent tumbling aside.
'A Fourth-Grade Great Venerable!'
'Sent flying by a single slap, just like that?'
"Old Yan, finish him."
Jiang Xinghai shot Yan Qingshan a aningful glance. Heavily injured, Hu Dashan was no longer a match for Yan Qingshan.
"This old servant understands." Yan Qingshan surged forward.
Jiang Xinghai turned to the astonished Wanyan Hongchao. "Old man, I hear Wanyan Honglie was your cousin, correct?"
"O-Of course." Wanyan Hongchao nodded instinctively.
"And Wanyan Xiong was your nephew," Jiang Xinghai added.
Wanyan Hongchao suddenly realized sothing. "Could it be... you're... you're that Little Chef!"
"Surprised?" Jiang Xinghai raised a hand and lit a cigarette.
Wanyan Hongchao sucked in a sharp breath.
He had also seen the network-wide live broadcast of the deathmatch on Luolin Mountain that night.
And he had seen for himself just how powerful that Little Chef was!
He never would have imagined it was the very sa Mr. Jiang standing before him!
Paying no mind to Wanyan Hongchao's reaction, Jiang Xinghai leaped into the herb garden.
"Thief, you dare!"
Wanyan Hongchao shot forward in an instant. "Since you're the one who killed my kin, I have even more reason to end you!"
BAM!
However, Wanyan Hongchao had barely leaped into the air when he was t with a kick from Jiang Xinghai.
CRASH!
Wanyan Hongchao was sent flying by the kick, crashing heavily back where he started.
At the sa mont, the sounds of Hu Dashan's dying struggles echoed out.
"Mr. Jiang is magnificent!"
Yan Qingshan, who was in the middle of pumling Hu Dashan, saw the Seventh-Grade Great Venerable Wanyan Hongchao get sent flying by Jiang Xinghai's kick.
'His master's power was truly terrifying!'
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