CHAPTER 135: CHAPTER 110: STRANGULATION_3

Hearing this, Huang Muxia’s complexion changed drastically, and he quickly looked towards Xie Qingfeng, saying, "Thirteen Young Master."

"Hmm."

Xie Qingfeng nodded.

Immediately, Huang Muxia and Xie Qingfeng flashed away from their spots, reappearing before Yang Luochen, who was striding towards them from not far off. Before Yang Luochen could even speak, they quickly explained:

"Master Yang, calm your anger! Your disciple is unharmed!"

"Not only is Chen Ku fine, but he also won!"

Yang Luochen had come here after being informed by Jiang Shaoyou that the Twin Rivers Guild, in cahoots with Firewood Iron Shop and that brat from Ancient Elephant Sect, dared to plot against his disciple, forcing him into a contest involving poison ingestion, walking on fire, and stepping on knives.

He had, with great difficulty, finally found such a disciple with astounding natural talent at the age of one hundred.

His head was about to explode.

He had arrived wielding his staff.

Yet, unexpectedly, before he could fly off the handle, he heard not only that his disciple was fine but also that he had won...

"Master, I’m indeed fine," Chen Ku called out from a distance, waving the two slips in his hand and laughing. "And I’ve even made a profit of two hundred thousand taels!"

Yang Luochen was stunned for a moment.

He couldn’t help but feel incredulous.

How on earth did his disciple win?

At this moment, Huang Muxia let out a slight sigh of relief and said, "Master Yang, look, Nephew Chen is fine. You might want to put down that staff..."

"Put it down? Bullshit!"

Yang Luochen roared:

"My disciple is fine because he’s skilled and fortunate! You, Huang, you little bastard, and you, Xie Qingfeng! You two acted as if I, your old man, were dead... How dare you pull something like this! Enough talk! Take a blow from my staff, and then we’ll call it even!"

Without any hesitation, the Water-Fire Dragon Head Staff, weighing twelve thousand jin, swept out without any hint of flamboyance, striking at both men simultaneously.

The two men’s faces turned pale; although they couldn’t feel any airflow from the strike, their scalps tingled, and they responded with their utmost focus, instinctively bracing themselves. Simultaneously, they stomped, and a massive boulder shot up from the ground. They used it as a shield, pouring their Qi Power into it to block the attack.

BOOM!

No sooner had the staff arrived before them than a thunderous blast erupted, an overwhelming, surging force crashing down.

RUMBLE!!

As if splitting mountains and shattering rocks, with the impact of this strike, the giant boulder in front of them shattered into dust, and both men were blasted away like cannonballs.

The ground beneath their feet cracked open, forming a trench more than ten meters long.

Huang Muxia was sent flying by the staff, landing fifty meters away and violently spitting blood.

Xie Qingfeng, though slightly better off, having managed to stabilize himself, was coughing continuously.

The spectators were stunned by the scene.

Seeing the two men take a full-strength blow from him, Yang Luochen felt a little relieved. He then turned to Chen Ku, approached him, and said curtly:

"Let’s go back."

Everyone watched as the towering old man led Chen Ku away, just like a parent fetching a child who had been bullied outside and leading them home.

Many people’s lips twitched. On reflection, something didn’t quite add up. It seems your disciple didn’t suffer any losses. In fact, he made those two families cough up assets worth two hundred thousand taels!

「After Chen Ku returned to Medicine King Hall.」

Shang Yunfang and Chai Bao crowded around him.

"How are you? I heard you ingested Break Intestine Grass. Quick, here’s the antidote!" Shang Yunfang immediately offered him a bowl of medicine.

Chen Ku didn’t say much and just drank the medicine. There was no need for lengthy explanations at this point. Since Lin Xinglong had claimed he possessed some kind of Bloodline, he’d let them guess.

"Too reckless! They set a trap, and you just walked right into it?" Yang Luochen was so angry he started tugging at his beard.

While Shang Yunfang checked his pulse, Chen Ku said, "Disciple has not disclosed his Talent to you, my Masters. Please forgive me."

Yang Luochen fell silent, then said, "You certainly are full of surprises, but it’s understandable. These abilities of yours weren’t acquired from the Medicine King Hall; they are your own, developed naturally. It’s perfectly normal to keep some secrets."

"Truly not poisoned?" After checking his pulse, Shang Yunfang slowly let out a breath of relief and said, "Don’t do things like this again."

"Don’t worry, Master."

Chen Ku nodded. "I will definitely not expose myself to danger again."

"Good."

Shang Yunfang slowly continued, "This matter is considered concluded now, so you can rest assured. If anything else comes up in the future, remember you still have two Masters. When you need help, you must call on us."

She added a few more words of caution.

"It’s getting late. Head home and rest well."

Chen Ku acknowledged.

After paying respects to his masters, he left Medicine King Hall.

Stepping outside the hall, he first went home, changed his clothes, and took a bath. Then, opening the door, he looked out at the night sky.

"What a dark and windy night."

Chen Ku murmured to himself, then turned back inside to fetch his great bow and staff, covered his face, donned a Conical Hat, and tracking Zhao Chuanzu’s scent, used the cover of night to stealthily make his way.

Despite the countless schemes against me undoubtedly churning in his heart, his face reveals nothing. His cunning runs deep, and he knows when to yield and when to press. If this boy isn’t eliminated, he’ll become a great menace in the future. It’s better to nip this threat in the bud.