Urban Martial Saint

The poison of Blazing Red Lips within Ye Qing's body was forced out, and the previously boiling blood within his body suddenly turned bland. After being so tense for such a long time, his body naturally went limp. His body softened and he directly collapsed into Huangfu Ziyu's arms, his head also burying itself on Huangfu Ziyu's body.

Huangfu Ziyu did not expect this, her face instantly reddened, and reflexively pushed Ye Qing's head away with a slap. Ye Qing was still unconscious, without any autonomy, and directly fell headfirst to the floor.

"Oh no!" Huangfu Ziyu, seeing him like that, could not help but feel some regret, and hurriedly pulled Ye Qing back onto the bed. However, this action had already caused Ye Qing's forehead to swell.

Seeing Ye Qing in this state, Huangfu Ziyu couldn't help but laugh. She casually covered him with a quilt, then went to the window, opened it, and directly climbed out.

The sound of the flute that had been there had already disappeared, and she circled around the villa several times, but did not see anyone suspicious, which made her even more mystified and shocked. Now thinking back, the sound of the flute seemed to be coming from all directions, and even she was unable to ascertain the real location of the flute sound. It appeared that the strength of the flute player could really be described as unfathomable!

Huangfu Ziyu didn't know the real purpose of the Flute Player, but, undoubtedly, this time he had helped her a great deal by enabling her to save Ye Qing. Therefore, this Flute Player likely bore no hostility, which somewhat eased her mind.

If this Flute Player really had malice towards her, even with Huangfu Ziyu's pride, she was very clear that she was no match for the Flute Player. Not being enemies was certainly the best scenario!

"Flute-playing friend, thank you!" Huangfu Ziyu stood on the rooftop, bowed in all directions as a sign of gratitude, then turned back into the villa. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt

Inside, the three from Tianfu were anxiously waiting at the door of the room. They were all startled when they saw Huangfu Ziyu walking in from the main entrance.

"Miss, you, what…" Tianfu asked in surprise, seeing Huangfu Ziyu. Wasn't she in the room forcing the poison out of Ye Qing? Why was she coming in from the main entrance?

"Did you see anyone suspicious just now?" asked Huangfu Ziyu.

"Any suspicious people?" Tianfu and the others looked at each other and shook their heads unanimously.

Huangfu Ziyu said, "Then did you hear the sound of a flute?"

"The sound of a flute?" The three shook their heads again, which shocked Huangfu Ziyu even more.

She clearly had heard the sound of the flute, and undoubtedly, Ye Qing had heard it too; otherwise, his Internal Breath would not have calmed down. But the three standing by the door didn't hear it, so what was happening?

Huangfu Ziyu knew that the only explanation was that the Flute Player, with high-level Inner Strength, transmitted the flute sound, directing it only into her and Ye Qing's ears, without letting others hear it. With this thought, Huangfu Ziyu was even more amazed—how powerful could this person's Inner Strength be to achieve such a feat? It was truly defying the heavens!

"Miss, what happened?" Tianfu asked cautiously.

"Nothing." Huangfu Ziyu waved her hand, still shocked internally but didn't think too much of it. Since the other party was not an enemy, that was the best outcome.

"Oh." Tianfu hesitated for a moment, then whispered lowly, "What about Mr. Ye?"

"He's already better," said Huangfu Ziyu.

"Better?" Tianfu was momentarily stunned. The poison of Blazing Red Lips had really been forced out of his body?

Thinking back to the earlier scene of forcing the poison out of Ye Qing, Huangfu Ziyu felt her cheeks heat up. She didn't explain much to the three, but walked straight into the room.

Ye Qing was still lying on the bed, but his skin's breathing had already returned to normal, and the poison of Blazing Red Lips was completely gone. However, the wound on his leg was still bleeding continuously, staining a large area of his pants red.

Huangfu Ziyu found some gauze, personally cleaned and bandaged Ye Qing's wound, then covered him with a quilt.

"I've applied some medicine on him; he will probably sleep for a few more hours. Send him back to Shenchuan City before dawn tomorrow!" Huangfu Ziyu finished explaining, got up, and walked straight out. Stepping outside, her expression returned to its previous coldness, no longer having the tender affection she showed towards Ye a moment ago.

Watching Huangfu Ziyu walk away, Tianfu couldn't help but sigh; from her expression he could discern many things. Undoubtedly, Huangfu Ziyu's heart had been stirred; she was no longer the East State Poisonous Mantis who would slay gods and Buddhas as before!

At the same time, outside the villa on a small path, a grandfather and granddaughter were slowly walking. The grandfather was tall and had a clear and lean face; although he was not young, he still exuded an aura of vitality and an air of profound wisdom and spirituality. The girl was also very beautiful, her face natural without makeup, yet she looked like a celestial maiden descended to earth. The only flaw was her lifeless eyes, showing she was likely blind. However, she did not appear at all saddened by this, instead possessing an optimistic demeanor.

If Ye Qing were here, he would definitely recognize these two as the grandfather and granddaughter who, in front of Third Master Li's tomb, had given him the Acupoint Seeking Technique. They had also entered Shenchuan City?

"Grandfather, it's been a long time since you played the Puxin Ning Shen Qu. It's still so pleasant to hear!" the girl said softly, holding a dark green flute in her hand, the other end of which was in the old man's hand.

"If you like it, Grandpa will play it several more times!" the elderly man said with a smile.

The girl shook her head and said, "Playing this melody takes too much of your Internal Breath. I hope you can play it less often!"

The elderly man turned his head to look at the girl, his expression filled with sadness and pity. He smiled gently and said, "Grandpa has so much Internal Breath, what does it matter if I use a little?"

"Grandpa, you said that you would take me to the place where you composed this Divine Melody. When can we go there?" the girl asked softly.

The elderly man was silent for a moment, then looked up at the western sky and said softly, "It should be very soon."

The girl's face lit up with joy, and she said, "Grandpa, that place must be very peaceful, right? The place where you composed this melody must be far from the hustle and bustle and worldly desires, just like a utopia, right?"

Sorrow tinged the elderly man's face, but he still smiled lightly and said, "Yes."

"Really?" The girl was even more delighted and said. "Is there really such a place? Grandpa, if I could live there for the rest of my life, that would be wonderful, wouldn't it?"

The elderly man looked at the girl fondly and said. "Don't worry, once Grandpa finds the remaining few herbs and heals your eyes, I will take you to that place to live forever, where no one will ever disturb you!"

"Hmm!" The girl nodded vigorously, her smiling face radiant and endearing, as well as poignant.

The elderly man walked slowly toward Shenchuan City with her. The night enveloped them, making it impossible for anyone to notice the pair of grandfather and granddaughter. But they had arrived; Shenchuan City, the Southern Six Provinces—it was bound to enter an era of turmoil!

Ye Qing had slept until past nine in the morning the next day before waking up. When he awoke, he was already lying in his own room. His clothes were gone, his leg was heavily bandaged, and there was a lump on his forehead, but Ye Qing couldn't remember what had happened last night. After trying to recall for a long time, his last memory was of Demon Queen He Qinghua kissing him; afterward, there was only a blank.

At this thought, Ye Qing suddenly startled—he suddenly remembered last night's flirtation by Demon Queen He Qinghua. After being kissed by her, what else had happened? Ye Qing was shocked, looking at himself now; had something improper happened last night?

Ye Qing suddenly sat up. Immediately, there was a knock on the door, and Fang Tingyun's voice came from outside. "Ye, are you awake?"

"Ah, yes...yes..." Ye hurriedly said, "Just a moment!"

He scrambled into his clothes and stepped out of his room, with Fang Tingyun waiting at the door. Seeing him, Fang Tingyun immediately said with joy, "Ye, you're finally awake."

"How... How did I get back here?" Ye asked in surprise.

Fang Tingyun replied, "I don't know. Someone knocked on the door this morning. After we went out, we found you sleeping at the door!"

"Ah?" Ye frowned, wondering how could he had been dumped at the door like that. What exactly happened last night? Could it be that Demon Queen He Qinghua had brought him back?

Thinking this, Ye felt a rush of anger. He clenched his fists tightly, rushed out of his room, and got straight into the car.

"Ye, where are you going?" Fang Tingyun called from behind, anxiously, "I made porridge; do you want some?"

"I have something to take care of, thank you!" Ye replied before driving directly to the hotel where he had been last night.

Ye's last memory was outside that hotel, having been kissed by He Qinghua; he couldn't remember anything after that. So, he decided to go to the hotel to inquire about what had happened last night.

However, as soon as he arrived at the hotel entrance, he saw from afar that many police officers were stationed outside, cordoning off the entire hotel. There were also crowds of onlookers gathered around, whispering something now and then.

Ye parked his car nearby, got out, and walked up, intending to find out what had happened. Just then, a person dressed in a waiter's uniform suddenly pointed at Ye and shouted loudly, "It's him! It's him! The one who went in with that woman last night, it's him!"

Everyone turned to look at Ye, and several police officers walked over and surrounded him. They seemed ready to apprehend him.

Ye frowned slightly, realizing that he had indeed entered the hotel last night. But what had happened afterward?

Ye was about to speak when a police officer came over, looked at Ye for a moment, and exclaimed, "Huh, aren't you Ye?"