Chapter 10: A Death Warrant? Retaliation with Fists!
The two of them found a hotel and sat down. As soon as they entered, a waiter hurried over.
“What would you like to eat, gentlemen?”
“Bring out all your signature dishes.”
“Certainly, sir! Please wait a moment—I’ll arrange it right away.”
Ye Changsheng sat down and set the peachwood box behind him on the floor.
Suddenly, a murmur arose nearby.
“Have you heard? Qingyun Sect issued a manhunt order last night. It’s a huge operation.”
“Really? Who are they after? Qingyun Sect is one of the top sects in the Northern Domain. Who would dare provoke them?”
“I heard it’s some funeral attendant who killed a Qingyun elder…”
“What? A funeral attendant who plays the suona is that formidable? Now that’s a real funeral!”
“Enough! The Qingyun Sect’s people have arrived in West Sea City already. I don’t want any trouble.”
Su Qinqin leaned toward Ye Changsheng and whispered, “Sir, could that funeral attendant they’re talking about be you?”
“You silly girl, what do you think?”
“Seems like it.”
Ye Changsheng smiled faintly, calm and composed.
“What should we do now?”
“Do nothing. Meet force with force, water with earth. If we’re hungry, we eat first; we’ll deal with the rest afterward.”
“True enough. After starving this long, even if the Heavenly King himself came, I’d still eat a few more bites.” Su Qinqin giggled.
“The dishes are here!”
“I won’t hold back!”
Su Qinqin grabbed her chopsticks and began eating heartily, devouring the food with a voracious appetite that contrasted starkly with her delicate appearance.
Ye Changsheng ate a few peanuts, lifted his cup, and sipped lightly.
Bang!
Suddenly, the hotel door was kicked open, and a group of men in pristine white training uniforms flooded inside.
Ye Changsheng recognized them at a glance.
“The Qingyun Sect has arrived…”
The waiter hurried forward with a smile. “Gentlemen, what would you like to order?”
One disciple kicked the waiter to the ground impatiently. “I don’t want your nonsense! Stay out of the way!”
“We’re here to investigate the culprit; please cooperate.”
But cooperation was no longer an option. The men drew their swords, encircling the place completely.
Ye Changsheng remained serene, sipping his wine leisurely.
Suddenly, the lead disciple, holding a portrait, approached Ye Changsheng.
“You look quite like the one in this portrait! Lift your head and show me.”
He spoke with an authoritative tone.
“Look quite like me, huh? Let me see…”
Ye Changsheng stood and slapped the man across the face.
Smack!
A crisp slap rang out as the man staggered back and fell heavily.
Ye Changsheng took the portrait, scrutinizing it.
“You drew me this ugly and still say I look like the one in the picture?”
The lead disciple suddenly realized, pointed at Ye Changsheng, and shouted, “It’s him! The young sect leader wants him caught!”
Ye Changsheng paid no heed, turning to Su Qinqin with a slight smile.
“You keep eating; I’ll take care of this trash first.”
“Okay.” Su Qinqin nodded obediently and resumed eating.
“Get them all! Take them down!”
At this command, the Qingyun disciples surged forward.
Ye Changsheng had slaughtered so many in the Su family before; he’d seen plenty of big scenes.
Moreover, even Elder Murong had died by his hand. These disciples, barely at the Spirit Foundation stage, were no match.
To Ye Changsheng, killing them was as effortless as slicing vegetables.
As they rushed in, Ye Changsheng slammed his palm on the table.
Dong!
The chopstick holder flew high, and the chopsticks hovered midair.
“Kill!”
At his command, the chopsticks shot out like sharp blades, striking the attackers.
In the face of absolute power, even chopsticks became lethal weapons.
Ye Changsheng wasted no motion; each strike was a throat-severing blow, killing instantly.
In moments, all the attackers lay dead or dying.
“That’s about enough…”
Ye Changsheng scanned the room. Bodies lay scattered everywhere.
The lead disciple’s legs gave way, collapsing in terror.
“The ground’s cold; let’s chat standing up!”
With two fingers, Ye Changsheng controlled his body with an invisible force, lifting him into the air.
“Don’t, don’t kill me!”
The man crossed his legs casually, looking relaxed.
“Give me a reason not to kill you.”
Ye Changsheng’s words threw the man into panic. He lost control, wetting himself on the spot.
“I’ll tell you everything!”
“The young sect leader wants your life! He issued the order because you killed Elder Murong. Many disciples and elders have descended just to hunt you. It seems you took something…”
“Something?” Ye Changsheng touched his chest, thinking, “Looks like this young sect leader still hasn’t given up on the Supreme Bone.”
“In the end, I should thank you,” the man grimaced, waving his hand, “No need for thanks—it was deserved.”
“There’s an old saying: a drop of water’s favor…”
“…repay with a fist!”
At that moment, Ye Changsheng doubted if he’d heard wrong.
Fountain of Gratitude? How did it turn into repaying with fists?
Ye Changsheng sneered, “If you can withstand one punch from me, I’ll let you go. How about that?”
“Okay…”
The man nodded tremblingly.
In truth, life and death were in Ye Changsheng’s hands alone; he had no choice.
“Alright! Brace yourself for this punch!”
Ye Changsheng raised his fist and swung fiercely.
Boom!
The punch landed; the man’s head flew off, smashing into a pulp.
Ye Changsheng shook his arm and smiled. “Sorry, I overdid it.”
After dealing with them, Ye Changsheng sat back down, stepping over the corpses, and resumed eating.
Without a word from Ye Changsheng, no one in the hotel dared move; everyone froze in place.
“I’m full!” Su Qinqin rubbed her belly, savoring the moment.
Ye Changsheng rose and approached the counter.
“Owner, the bill!”
The shopkeeper, hiding behind the table, slowly stood up, stammering, “Sir… this meal’s on me…”
He didn’t say more but placed a silver coin and a piece of paper on the table.
“Sir, what’s this?” The owner looked puzzled.
“This is a business card. If you dieI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.